Here are my boring notes of boring events in my boring life:
2044. Scared away flock of 14 or so crows perched on the top-most branches from the eucalyptus tree after flashing the glowing smart/cellphone through the second story window above the staircase. Stupid me! King Crow bobbed his head in responses and was displeased that I made his friends flew away south east.
2026. Watched the WHS commencement address on YouTube and realized what the “pursuit of happiness” meant — to give “life and liberty” so that others may “live” and be “free”, not to do disgusting immoral and illegal things but to be able to exist without fear. Notice I meant NOT to take. God! You people are so slow!
1513. At 1511, I saw the USPS mini-white truck. The driver signaled his presence by going from “our” driver’s side of the vehicle and towards the trunk to open it. I decided to go “away” and counterclockwise to the main road of MY railroad intersection. While stopped at the eight way intersection, his side of the traffic went southbound. I was going to Fry’s Electronics to return a purchase done earlier this morning while waiting friggin’ 45 minutes for my car’s front left tire to be repaired.
1205. I noticed my dashboard read 73,033 (odometer) and 744.7 (speedometer).
1145. We shopped at CVS for two bottles of Benadryl capsules and then later went to the bank.
1135. America’s Tires had repaired my front left tire, which had a nail on the “inside” (not side). I noticed that the ride of the car was already sluggish around the time of getting my wheels reconditioned elsewhere and leaving the same place after getting four new center caps installed a few days later.
1010. Earlier Paw helped plug in the air compressor and later I had put air in a flat tire that didn’t even register 20psi with an OLD tire pressure gauge! He got dressed and we were ready to go.
0847. After this morning’s mass, we exited like sardines packed close together past the vestibule and out the large/double/main door of our local parish. I mumbled again: “Here we go again with our bragging rights” in reference to Poi talking to a bunch of Filps to our right. She is good at bumping off people when distracted with bragging with others. While en route in the car and past the front of the place, Paw and Maw mentioned how they saw Poi’s dry skin from her calf-high, yellow pants. The darkened skin looked like the honeycomb of a “putaki” (or a wasp, hornet). I said that it was like an alligator/crocodile/reptilian, since her behavior is nasty (as complained by others parishioners who had the misfortune to sit with her during meetings).
0140. While staying late past midnight, I decided to troll the EW site after a LONG hiatus of not reading anything new/substantive since earlier this year. Lo and behold, I came across an article about “Ill Winds and Dove Tails” dated June 9 by Mark B. Anyway, I noticed that the weather/air had that particular smell which I couldn’t identify other than crispy fresh. For the past few days (and probably since June 9 and sometime after the freak rain storm), the air smelled POSITIVELY ionized! Now wonder people were coughing inside the parish and how people like MOI gotten respiratory problems, too! My god! It’s supposed to be good weather. Unfortunately, I’m still sick from blowing the last of my infected sinuses late last evening, strong enough to blow out my ear drums. Bah!
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