From 1:00pm to now, there is the sound of the chain saw and the tree shredder going on outdoors. Earlier this morning and en route to the doctor appointments, I saw large yellow construction vehicle parked in a cul-de-sac, just south of our home. There was an diamond-shaped, orange-colored construction sign, too. In my mind, I wish the shredded material a blessed incarnation to a next life for serving as trees.
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At 12:23pm, we arrived home from shopping at the DeCa commissary store. The electric garage door had opened at the same time! The white Honda CR-V was no where but in its parked place on the left side of the garage was the red Dogde-like caravan. So whatever is going with that divorced nutter, I had to close our electric garage door immediately.
“How are we going to unload the grocery from the trunk?” ~Wailed Paw.
“There’s space in the back! Don’t make everything so hard!” ~I retorted/
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After the lobby scene, the old Vietnamese lady with her gray-haired always in a bun got pissed that we were sitting behind her. We didn’t want to sit down behind the four Filipinos from the Couples of Christ. The old fart from Batangas held out his hand to shake hands with Paw, who refused to shake hands. It was NOT our style and the creep has a cold!!!
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En route to the lobby of the parish, we saw Ben and how he had a difficult time hosing down the white wall from the waste matter of baby birds in a nest. Then Gloria and Carlos were just walking into the lobby, too. Of course, Gloria seemed her happy self. But Carlos refused to greet the three of us again.
“Have a good morning, sir!” ~I screamed to the one-eyed old fart.
Carlos had lied to us about having both eyes done long ago. His right eye has that post-op patch of metal with holes, a blue rubber perimeter and a tape to hold it down. It was the old fart’s birthday and Maw actually got up from our pew and went over to where he was sitting to make the old man smile.
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A couple of days ago, the Fred the creepy widower shook hands with Maw. He could tell Paw and I are not friendly people with unsmiling face. I especially have given him and other creeps liek him the dirty looks. I’m not very “Chirstian”, eh? Bahaha!
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Over the weekend, the one-eyed creep was constructing a well-made/designed structure, which is attached to the side of the divorced nutter’s home. He made soft sounds of hammering and circular sawing. On Monday, there were old wood and other OLD computer junk sitting near their gas main. At least their backyard looks better than the junk in the backyard of the Mexicans located behind the divorced nutter’s backyard.
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