Here are my boring notes about boring events of my boring life via the “Memo” app of my smart/cellphone.
1920. Awoke an hour or so ago from a post lunch glucose attack/nap and went downstairs to eat dinner. During dinner Maw said it was illegal to take photos/videos while the cops are around. If that were so, then the tall white pig should have arrested me right on the spot when there was a motorcycle accident on MY railroad intersection recently. A thought back then was about how to demote the high-speed rail/train system connecting the Fremont Bart station with the ones in San Jose, CA. You know what? Whatever! I still want my hovercraft/jet pack/pony!
~1200-evening. Paw and Maw worked on sawing a few inches from the top of their new “bangkito” (or stool) made out of soft/”common wood”. Then Paw used a simple chisel to crack the soft wood away from the screws. And voila! The “bangkito” is now lower to the ground for Maw’s yardwork of pulling weeds, which are really small purple flowers! I swear! The old programming of their generation and the pasts must go away! It’s annoying to see ginger rocks, red bricks and gray cement without pretty ground flowers to cool the landscape. When they pass on, I’m fixing stuff around here!
~1015 to 1130. Helped Maw cook food. Smelled milk somewhere near sink and thought it was the sponge. Grinded up two small rinds of oranges. Clogged U-shaped pipe of the garage disposal unit on the left and another sink to the right. Kept grinding and flushing sink. Then figured out how to “depressurize” the pipe — slowly/continuously flush both sink with luke/warm water for two minutes and grind often. Lo and behold! The garbage disposal unit sounded faster and less rattling! Yesterday, I was an electrician. Today, I was a plumber! Yeah, me! Then I gave parakeets their bath underneath the beheaded Pommelo tree; dried them quick under the sun for two minutes; and let them rest in outdoors under the patio for the rest of the day until nap time around 1400-1500 indoors.
0948. The three of us walked around Townsend Park near our home. Paw wouldn’t stop talking about crap while I made fun of the Asian tennis players to our left and the golfers to our right. “Why don’t you build a tree house? Pick up a hammer instead of playing around with your stick and balls!” Hollered Moi. We saw a South Asian Indian woman walking backwards. Maw sat with her and found out her bad back. I was thinking that she was demonically possessed or something but then again, I let my imagination run wild instead of sticking to sound/logical scientific/medical explanations to weird people/behaviors. We finished the walk at 1000 because my callus/corn started to hurt underneath the balls of my feet. And the heat of the day started to warm up the air/burn my skin. Later Maw’s allergies got to her
0908. Had a thought about a challenge the pussheads to try something different for their “playbook”. Do the opposite by telling the truth and mean it. Offer no sacrifices and see what happens, too. Bahahaha!
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