Here are my boring notes:
2100. The boy left our paid-off HOME after relaxing/recharging his etheric energy here the whole day. Drove him home with a bag of eggs and other food to eat while his wifey is on vacation for three weeks with her OLD family.
2040. Earlier during the return call of Paw to Norma (after Maw and I scolded him for refusing), the gossiper mentioned that the Chingster, the Shillster and the jerk will/have moved to Foster City where the buck teeth works. The house up in San Ramon will probably be sold or up for rent. Either way, the cancer might have spread from the ovaries/uterus to the lungs. I don’t friggin’ know if this data is valid or reliable. As long as these prideful people realize that property tax and monthly payment is TOO high and not worth the location. After all their lifestyle requires something where there’s less space for cleaning and moving heavy furnishes, since they always out of the bank’s “house”. I would prefer townhome/apartment since my philosophy is minimal/less junk.
2039. Per Paw via his eldest sister Norma (who called/greeted Paw on 13:10 a happy Father’s Day), a dialogue between the Shillster asking her dad, my Uncle Ver: “What are you doing? I am very just doing nothing.” It’s a typical humor of our fathers, the brothers.
1802. Finished up to page 22 – “The Lost Teachings of Atlantis” while family downstairs/outdoors resting/taking photos of fruit trees.
1717. Had a thought that being on this hellish planet is a grander school and there within will be many offers of temptations and distractions to deter you from learning/knowing/connecting with God/nature.
1509. At 14:41, the MB E430 dashboard read as 43,131. The receipt at 99 Ranch marktt showed a change of $16.66.
1508. Said aloud: “When in doubt, poop it out!”
1307. During yreakfast at Carrow’s for Father’s day, the waitress dropped syrup on pancakes and all over her white short.
During Saturday’s evening party for the priest, a rosary-devoted woman spilled a tall glass of Coke on the white table cloth and in front of Maw.
1035. Poi kept looking over right shoulder from the second pew of the front-most left section, walked over and talked to us (Maw and I) while I tried to hold me breath/cover my nose/face from her FOUL breath! The boy sitting immediately to my right tortured me with his breath during te 10:45 AM mass. I must be cursed!
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