Here are my boring notes:
1949. Saw a Chinese guy dressed in all white walking casually on the northern part of MY sidewalk and intercepts a beige sedan, which drove up from it’s parked location on MY side street. It paused in front the of the Chinese guy, who opened the passenger side of the car to signal to others around my area, closed the door, smiling all the while, and walked back into the opposite direction where he came. Paw was harvesting eggplants, which Maw later sauted in onion! Delicious!
The boy had left our home a few minutes earlier. The Asians spying on my area had better back off because we really don’t care for your kinds.
1855. Had told Maw after dinner and while the boy rested in the living room about what Forrest Gump said: “I think I”ll stop now”. This was in reference to his jogging all across the nation and had lots of followers (just the like boy’s alleged “friends” on that nonsense known as Fakebook). So Forrest stops in the middle of a long, dessert highway and turned around/back where he came from, leaving his followers bewildered.
Dinner’s discussion was about the boy’s latest “phase”: marathon running. Before it was badminton/tennis (with Genie), golfing (with Allen), bicycling (with Mau), kayaking (with Lindsey). He has been experiencing pain in his lower extremities. We kept emphasizing micro tears/injuries that an “ounce of prevention” (like stopping this physical activity) is better than a “pound of recovery” (like irreplaceable knees/cartilages/tendons/ligaments and pals).
But the boy continues to defend his vice/sanity. Oh, well. That’s his problem and responsibility of his twit wifey. He claims he has stopped posting his activities online. Further, I had mentioned my random thought to him about underwriting spies trolling his activities and the potential for medical claims later on. But alas, the Fakebook dummies do NOT realize what they are sharing online for FREE! Get it? Your privacy! Bingo!
1719. At 1511, I saw the divorced nutter (passenger) and her one-eyed, illegal ALIEN (driver) coming eastbound on MY drive and towards their “house” next door to us. This co-incidental timing was when I had opened the front door to air out the stuffy/stinky/smelly air of Paw freshly mopped wooden floor. Mopping wooden floor is really hard because of the stickiness of the liquid and microfiber sweeper. Maw was sleeping on her barcalounger. I really need to get rid of these big furniture because I can NOT handle cleaning/moving these pieces in my old age, which I’m feeling right now.
20120711 0916. Myrna was wearing purple hair and a matching pink blouse! WTF is this old fart trying to prove? Her face is wrinkly and her smoker’s teeth needs polishing! Gross! I wonder who does her hair? Emmer! Henpeck!
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