Here are my boring notes about boring events in my boring life via my boring “Memo” app of my boring smart/cellphone:
1752. Listened to Neil Sedaka on the Huckabee show (FoxNews). Later heard his three grandchildren singing out of sync/tune.
1745. Finished wrapping coins worth $169. Will deposit into Paw’s account tomorrow.
1544. Thought of “Chisenbop” commercial but couldn’t fine a YouTube video on it.
1536. Heard aerial rotor in the distant.
1530. Saw our Montgomery Ward chain link fence rolled closed about 1/8 of the way.
1333. While Maw plucked some white/gray hairs from my head and while we enjoyed the nice weather of fresh breezy air underneath the patio, I recalled/told of how the boy got escorted out of the building. He was “let go” a few days earlier long ago. He wanted to say goodbye to his “friends”/co-workers. But the white woman, German boss grabbed him by the clothes and had to toss him out because in my mind he could have gone ballistic/violent. Maw and I realized that he has anger management problems, just like Uncle Ver and late Lola Mac (both who attempted a feigned assault with a knife at Ampy and Gloria, respectively). In other words, their thick bloodline tends to blame others, like Shill-Louse, and can get physically violent/demanding if things don’t go their way. Trust me. We/I are/am star witnesses to these naughty behavior. But no one would believe us! Here are your other examples from “outsiders”:
- Long ago an ex-girlfriend Theresa said: “Mrs. Mom, did you know your son is violent?” (No way! Her mother told Mrs. B the same thing. Wow!)
- Long ago an ex-girlfriend Ginnie said: “Mrs. Mom, did you know your son is not attending college/school? All he does is hang out inside our mobile home and expects me to be with him all the time. He doesn’t realize that I have a life with my mother and other errands to do. I am a busy woman and want to graduate and find a good job.”
- Long ago his wife Lindsey said: “Mrs. Mom, did you know you son is capable of manipulating people?” (No way! Really?)
1250. While typing my dream journal for 05/03/12, saw a big, black bird/hawk gracefully flying from south to west and also saw wasp-like bug hovering up past the middle window to MY computer bedroom upstairs.
1234. Had a thought about that BIG ass company that paid me well and especially about Corinne, if she still yells/screams/hollers at her team (so as to get “laid-off”, of course, because she wouldn’t mind living off her “hard work”.)
1143. Saw/heard the white, four-door Dodge sedan moved northbound VERY quietly from underneath our eucalyptus tree to the the eucalyptus tree of the neighbor in front of us after hoisting myself up on our tall side fence. The CA license plate number ended in 385. Saw the driver open up its driver side door as a “signal”.
1130. Heard doors slamming several times to “signal” its presence. Took some photos of the two Mexicanos sitting in the front seat through the crack of our side fence. Don’t think they heard me/my camera making photographing noises — “Too-Weak” until I played a YouTube video song about Marijuana on my smart/cellphone.
The skinny insectoids wore those DARK, thick, bugged-eyed sunglasses/shades, like the Chinese twit wifey. The passenger wore a gray hoodie. Fine. Whatever. Both were pale-skinned Mexicano guys. The driver held up a “bong” device made out of glass. After fifteen minutes of puffing marijuana, the passenger guy coughed. I talked aloud to myself in rant mode. I rationalized that if they aren’t doing anything to me/us, so be it. At least they are happy with their pot-heads.
0957. Maw told of how First Street and and Charcot Avenue would be flooded with rain water during strong stormy seasons around the 80s and 90s. She would have to take Trade Zone and exit right on Capitol Avenue. Montague would also be flooded, which occurred during the 2000s when I was working in that BIG ass company that owns lots of buildings near the VTA Light Rail System, which Maw would like to take from beginning to end.
0919. Awoke at 0919. Heard Maw make some movement in her bedroom. She was already dressed and ready to go downstairs. Paw had woken up at about the same time.
0039. Heard drag racer making revved up noises while watching spiritual videos and saw illustrations of the Eucharist/Host/Sun Discs Rays in golden-yellow and later of the Virgin Mother/Mary and then sent the images/thoughts to the chump in the hopes of releasing it from its noisy “assignment” temporarily while I dried my tears from watching a beautiful/sad YouTube video.
0013. Dried watching “This is Beautiful..try not to cry“. I don’t know if it is a fictional story or not but I got a taste of separation/loss and of profound sadness. That must be how a mother/father/guardian/caretaker must feel to lose a child/loved one. It was hard to hold back the tears and stifle back the sobs so Maw wouldn’t wake up from my noises in the next room. The song emphasized the beauty of love from a beautiful soul.
1145. Was watching a YouTube video “Here I Am Lord“. The last question of the text asked: “what can i do with my life?” Well, I got my answer from a tear-jerking video a few minutes later.
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