Mobile Dad

I got an e-mail from my dad. He's in Mobile. That is a couple hundred miles away; and I doubt I see him before he goes back to Alaska. I can ask him if he'll come visit and he'll say maybe but he won't. He's in Mobile living with his estranged wife whom I believe is a lesbian. They had adopted her niece's child, Adam, a couple years ago when she was still living in Alaska.
 She has since moved to Mobile with Adam. My dad adopted that kid in order to keep his wife from leaving him. It didnt' work. Now he flies to Mobile and stays the winter with a woman who doesn't love him and no doubt tries to get her to sleep with him every night. The man is a raging sex addict. He's seventy five and she's what, sixty? Not even sixty. It's a mess. I can't believe he comes all the way from Alaska to stay the winter with a woman who told me point blank she hates the man.
 There is a dysfunctional couple to the ninth power. Poor Adam.. who knows what he'll grow up thinking about his adoptive parents. One thing that makes me want to become an axe murderer is that Adam will grow up with my dad's guiding hand, my dad will teach him all the cool Alaskan stuff I wanted him to teach me but he said he didn't have time.
 I'm livid about it but what can you do?
He'll teach Adam to fly the plane. He'll teach Adam to build log homes. He'll teach Adam how to do all kinds of cool Alaskan stuff. And Adam is not even dad's blood. I hate my dad for the most part because of this.
 He is the most selfish bastard.
Tomorrow is the day I meet up with Craigslist gal. I should call her CL # 3 as that is how many I have met so far. Third time , they say, is a charm.
 I came home and got on the exercise bike, fired up the laptop with my itunes and biked away for a half hour. I have to say that out of all the songs, Lena Lovich's  LUCKY NUMBER is the most kick-ass for exercise biking.
Lord I hate riding an exercise bike. I find I have to make myself do it. I wish I had gotten a treadmill instead, but there have not been any affordable treadmills for sale on CL. When one becomes available I'll snag it.. I love walking on a treadmill watching TV. I'd prefer walking out in nature of course; but... I am afraid to go alone, here in this town. I keep meaning to go to Green Mountain, that seems like it would be fairly safe, it's just a path around this big lake... kind of like the walking path I used in Anchorage... can't remember the name of that lake but Bren and I went a lot.
 I miss that lake. Everyone had their dogs out there... I loved going walking with Bren and Daisy. it's the lake right beside the Native Hospital...*sigh*
 Anyhow, I did call CL#3 and she said "I just got back from a major Dollar Store run, do you mind if I call you back when I've put everything away?"
 I said for her to take her time and she said "Thanks, Dear"... so southern.
 I guess tomorrow we'll have coffee and I hope she's not boring or weird. Really, I dread those first meetings.
Usually I get there an hour early and get online. Because I hate that walking in looking around thing. I like to control my entrance by getting a coffee and surfing the web. I'm such a tard.
 My stomach is growling but I've got no desire to cook. I think I will have some of that Kashi cereal.. It's probably gross. lol
 I have some grapes... black grapes. They're the best.
Well I finally heard from Citizen's Police Academy of Decatur. They're going to shoot me the information on volunteering for the chapter in Decatur. I have missed CPA; hopefully they can put me to use. It's too bad Huntsville doesn't have one but maybe I can get one started. At any rate, I may be able to glean a job out of all this...
 That would be sweet.
*ring* phone .... I'll be back.