1811. After waking up from my two-hour mid-afternoon, post-glucose attack/nap at around 1600, I got “333” stars from playing my “Ceramic Destroyer” app game and finished the first two stages completely. The third stage has two left while I’ve gone all the way to seven stages. It was a VERY sunny and windy!
1143. Two fire engine trucks made their presences known with sirens blaring and going fast northbound on MY long stretch of road.
1030. We started doing the gardening of transplanting new/old cactus plants into new containers from OSH yesterday. At around 0930, Maw and I finished eating breakfast. Then from the garage, I got the black-colored, plastic cart, which had the new purchases from OSH into the backyard and then from the front yard, I wheeled the old cactus containers into the backyard, too. Then I set up the work area for Maw’s gardening. After Paw finished his breakfast at around 1000, the dishes were washed by Maw and by 1030, she and Paw are gardening together.
Of course, the divorced nutter or whoever was making gardening noises next door to us timed his/her/its activities to ours. Maw of course made noises to let her know we do NOT like the entity’s presence. Paw didn’t care and wanted Maw to stop. But Maw wanted to defend me from the jealous demon, who messed up the lives of her nieces, her sisters, in-laws, her children, ex-husband, the little white girl who once lived/rented the house/across from us, co-workers from a non-profit transportation service and other WHITE men, including the one-eyed monster and another white guy from a Black Chevy Corvette while she was still living with Billy at that time.
So you white/Hispanic/mixed-up guys better watch out for Filipino women and other foreigners who look too cute/good to be true. Hire your investigators first before getting involved and do background checks. After all, y’all don’t want trouble with the law enforcements and, ahem, government agencies. You think that a “free meal/lodging/amnities” is a good deal but in the end Satan will collect what does NOT belong to you. And if it means loosing your sanity, like what happened to the divorced nutter who had to be carried away by the bailiff one time, loosing your family/friends/fortune/fame, just like moi, consider yourself risky/bold.
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