Key Responsibility

Situation

Husband and wife live alone in a small house.

 A wrongful arrest of a wife, whose husband had threatened to hit her in the face, and then followed through with his fist as she jumped back from his incoming attack..., the fist glanced off her chest due to her quick response... has caused great problems for all involved.

After the wife defended herself, the husband faked a 911 call, saying he was being pursued by his wife. The truth is that he was making a very 'in control' and cognitive 911 call in the basement of their home, lying about the situation to get his wife in the most trouble she has ever had in her life. The husband was in the basement all by himself.

When he came upstairs, the wife offered to assist him but he said... "Oh, no, they are going to see this!"

She did not know who 'they' were so, in order to avert being attacked by him, or whomever he had invited there, again, she got her vehicle keys and wallet identification, for her personal safety. She went outside to go for a drive to let him cool off from his raging anger.

Two days past and the wife and a local pastor requested a chair from the woman's home. The pastor said the husband was insisting on her house key being given back to him... the wifes' house key. The wife did not want to do this because all of her entire lifes' paperwork and possessions are in that house. Knowing the she would be living in the city, a very safe distance from the attack on her, she gave a house and gate key to the pastor... who then gave them to her husband. There are many keys, for that compromised house, in the hands of his family members.

The only things that the husband, then, gave the pastor, to give to his wife, were a few items of clothing, no shoes, scant toiletries, and one chair.

The wife has no income and could only find two friends to couch surf with for three days. The other days were in hotels... the pastors' church paid for the first night in a hotel, seeing the terrible condition that the wife was in.

In order for a apartment rental to be attained, monies that were to be saved, from the wifes' miniscule inheritance, (both her parents passed away 5 1/2 and 4 1/2 years ago), had to wasted on this debacle. These scant funds are not enough for any living expenses and the wife is unsure if she has to sue for the refund of all these expenses or what the financial path to regaining these monies is. 

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I am not a lawyer and I do not really know much about the law at all. I really only know how to follow the law.

Obviously, the people who have keys to this house are responsible for any and all persons they allow to infiltrate the premises. All theft will be the responsibility of the husband because he insisted on the house key, that legally belonged to the wife, being returned, before he allowed any of her possessions to be chosen, by him, to leave the premises. Holding a persons' possessions hostage is a crime of another nature.

The only time I have ever been finger printed, in my law- abiding lifestyle, was when I was asked to do that for a job where I was required to be bondable. The job was a 'home appointments' position, that the client would make to have a representative come into their home to order a gravestone for their deceased loved one. Because of the emotional nature of this transaction, some people prefer to do this memorial work in the privacy of their homes.

So, I still recall how busy the station was and filling out the paperwork for the reason I was paying for finger printing. Nobody pays for these things unless they are wanting a very good job. My name was misspelled and I brought this to the attention of the person I paid. She waved me off, saying... if it's just for a job, you have no criminal record whatsoever. Just show them that you paid. The line- up is long to re-do this.

So, Dudeck would be a little bit funny because, if you know German 'du' means you and a deck, is a deck, which I certainly did build at 225.

This is the deck I built, at 225... treated lumber 2x8's. These are my flowers... I just love flowers.

So, I drove to the employer and they laughed at the mistake but didn't require me to re- do this so the spelling of my name would be correct.

I successfully had a few in- home consultations and felt very accomplished at this extremely sensitive work position.                                                                 

More of my stuff

 

My WWII flag...

Waiting for my stuff

 

Any suggestions?

Warren seems not to understand that my runners are not the same size as his feet so he doesn't need any of my footwear, clothing, fabric, my novels, the 14 boxes of The Orchard Walk by El Dueck, all my quilts...

 My sole proprietorship inventory is mine alone and I am waiting to receive it here in Winnipeg. 

Does anyone have any influence on this person who seems to be holding my 'entire lifetime' possessions hostage... Isn't that strange?

I don't want any of Warren's possessions.

I need some support, for sure, as his current wife. We'll see what the future holds, of course.

I need my bicycle so I can keep my muscles in good working order. I'm not interested in his new bicycle. I just want my old bicyle.

What could be the hold up?

Everything I own is at 225... whom do I send to pick it up? 

 

Lots of furniture.

I did make Warren a quilt for his birthday and he is certainly welcome to keep that quilt (not pictured on this blog) but he is not welcome to keep any of my inventory that I have designed, sewed and created since 2010.

This photo, of my old table and chairs was the first place Warren enjoyed being served yummy food... by me... He probably has very fond memories of this little apartment he came to Winnipeg to visit me... in. This is where he sat for that first breakfast... apple cinnamon pancakes. He just loved those.

Looking for

Looking for jobs has never been more frustrating. 

I have already applied for over 20 jobs and the impossible websites with their terrible programs are unbelievably difficult to manage.

Did you know that everything you apply for in any government program has limitations that do not allow you to easily input information. All you can do is follow the prompts and then hope for an explanation box to correct the programming limitations with accuracy?

Moving Woes

 Moving is a real eye opener if you haven't done that in over 4 years.

These are a few things you will likely suffer as you await your lifelong collection of...

Footwear- My only pair of 'North Face' running shoes, still in great condition, do not give me any blisters on my toes like the brand new summer canvas runners I had to buy as I wait for my household of stuff, here. *Note- Flip flops are the wrong footwear for exercising and going to a walk. My back is suffering from this incorrect footwear as I await my good shoes.

As a arthritis sufferer I actually have had great success in choosing the right footwear for my active lifestyle.

Outerwear- I am the kind of person who has kept all my outerwear for over 20 years now. I purchased a really nice coat at Mega Deals a few months ago... this would be the time I need that... it's a cloth elegance... I think the same as my cream fake fur name brand which I purchased 6 years ago.

Casual clothes- Everyday clothes are so necessary for... well, every day. I have plenty of that... those just need to be where I am.

Professional clothes for interviews and such the like... I save one particular jacket for that... a JR that I purchased about 7 years ago at a greenhouse, on 'what I call greenhouse row' just outside the perimeter. It was a 'once in a lifetime' style buy. I wore that for an interview at a vehicle dealership in 2021. Classic clothes last.

Furniture- It's so hard to wait for all my old furniture which I have such an attachment to... it's emotional... my pink chair that is 36 years old, my dining room set which is 33 years old, my sideboard which is new, purchased in Winnipeg 6 years ago... (actually, all my furniture, except my pink chair, was purchased in Winnipeg), my industrial shelf, 12 years ago, that was a Home Sense buy as well as my armoire, purchased 20 years ago... 

My tea room white slatted top with black wrought iron legs and chairs... featured on the cover of The Orchard Walk El Dueck. I purchased that at Eaton's. 

My collection is aging but well loved, by me.

I really needed my brand new printer 10 minutes ago to print a legal document.

Just waiting for that phone call.

Writing

 Book II 

Simmy's phone rang and she put aside her laptop and answered.

"Hey, this is Sam. Would you help me out on this self- defense paper I'm working on? You were hit by your husband and I think you can, maybe, help by your experience."

"Yes, absolutely. Start with a definition that is simple and direct. Write this down. "Self- defense or self- defence in Commonwealth English is a countermeasure that involves defending the health and well- being of oneself from harm."

"Got it. So, in your instance, were you able to defend yourself from harm?" Sam hesitated, trying to recall how the situation had transpired.

"Not completely but my countermeasure, a common kitchen cooking pot was a very effective shield."

"Ahh, yes. That was good thinking on your part. The least harmful is always the best. I'll call again if I need a little more information," Sam tipped his chair back and put his legs up on the desk. "It's afternoon coffee time. Take a break. You've always been too hard on yourself. You can't take responsibility for the initial attack. That was unprovoked. You were just defending yourself." 

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P.S. Still waiting for my bicycle, which is still at 225, in Dauphin... Make sure nobody is using it! I bought that in 2019... I still like it!