As y’all will notice, I really don’t like blogging all that much and have included some notes:
15:38pm. I saw twelve black bird spread out and flying southwest between 220 and 240 degress against fluffy clouds of gray with some white fluffs in the horizon westward.
15:22. Paw is upset over Illegal dumping of cardboard boxes on MY long stretch of road. If the city and its union thugs don’t get give a damn about our property value and expect me to report the incident on Paw’s account, you guys can DIE and GO TO HELL! I don’t care if it is Lunar New Year of the dragon or if you know my true identity. I’ll just light it up like a bonfire and see if any unconcerned ASIANS/refugees/illegal ALIENS from my neighborhood care enough to call the fire department. What? No phone calls? There’s your answer. No one cares! You fools are wasting my tax money!
15:16. Yeyo has produced egg number three. Egg number one might have been laid six days ago with the second one two days ago. Only egg number one might be fertilized. She is in solitary confinement since Yeyo abused Baby Mel. The feathers on the right side of his head were pulled up into tufts.
12:50. For the past few days, I recall what “intentions” I wanted after the lecturer/priest/deacon reads off the “Prayer of the Faithful”
- Be reconciled with God.
- Be healed by God.
Anything else is being selfish (or taking sides). The point is to take your side first; so that you could express God through yourself.
10:07. Baby Mel gets easily spooked. It is wobbly and might be disabled due to being Buddy’s son, his own brother! Eww! It has learned to jump up from the bottom of the cage to the sides. It has also learned two days ago how to turn 180 degrees on its perch and is playing with the one mirrored toy and string.
Maw is almost finished with my pink sweater. She is sewing two applique of flowers (bought from Fabric R Us) for $1.00 a piece. She had done the purple sweater on Saturday, the same night I wore it for evening mass.
Paw is getting better with his attitude. He is speeding up his activities. I keep scolding him NOT to stare into the vanity mirror too much. It was something I read about “ʾIblīs (Arabic: إبليس)” looking back from the mirror.
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