While playing and singing the Sept 8 list of songs: E Holy, Holy, Holy TM 22; G The Lord is My Light 684; C Shepherd Me, O God 491; and S I Am the Bread of Life 343, I was asking my one and only audience what she thought – if I was loud or being phony. Lo and behold! She was fast asleep. After dusting the place and hosing the backyard, the old timer got tired.
So now I’m sneaking a quick blog on my new laptop computer, which I didn’t have a chance to use during last night’s choir rehearsal (with the assumption that some older farts have no access to the computer/internet).
At 1411 pm, a blue copter headed due south toward the general direction of downtown SJ and/or SJC. It has been making counter-clockwise circles dozens of times over our home and the divorced psycho nutter’s home, too since 1345 pm. So the duration of each “sweep” would last approximately one minute. That’s about two dozen times. I took two videos and three snapshots. But I can’t do anything with these “proof” because I couldn’t hold the damn digital camera steady!
Anyway, after a late lunch and during the cleaning in preparation to receive a graven/blessed image/statue of Mary this Sunday from the talkative nutter Claire, I’ve experienced cramps in my toes and ankles! My left toes (middle and ring digits) were the first to make Spock’s “live long and prosper” sign. After an hour or so into the cleaning and while chugging down two bananas and one cup mango/pineapple juice for a much needed potassium boost, my big right toe started to do an “reverse” Spock sign. The big toe cramped inward and towards the index toes.
So whatever happened between the time I viewed the copter making rounds and cleaning while sweating indoors (despite the air conditioner cooling the place), I might have gotten sprayed by invisible chemical sprays! That’s right! I was outdoors and watching the 90 degree bank towards the port side of the pilot as he/she/it/they rounded the northern corner of our block. What a show-off! Bravo!
I don’t know what to make with the whole incident. I kept pointing east of our home in reference to the illegal alien and the divorced psycho nutter. For a couple of runs, I stood discretely underneath the western corner of our patio and made upside-down triangle signs with both my palms at my navel. Other times I did an upright pyramid over the top of my head. Whatever. I was being weird.
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