First, forgive my hodge-podge of details. It’s my writing style. Second, Happy Oeaster! Not oyster or mollusks, which are NOT kosher/whatever. I avoid eating the ocean’s filtration system because I might allergic to them/don’t want Fukushima/BP/whatever.
Besides the Shaytan-embodied Loca Lolita attending morning mass with us, today went well!
I sang in two choirs (church and hall) AND passed/handed “the body of Christ” for the overflow mass. I really like the Asians. They, unlike moi, are sincere. I give them my blessings. I think my voice was too loud during the Host/Eucharistic/Communion ministry.
But Raven continues to scream. But it’s none of my business to be the fallgirl and tell the VERY talented soul/musician to lower the volume appropriate for church. People are complaining!
We came home around 1345. We reviewed the ADT video footage and saw that we left around 1000 with the nutter around 1010. At around 1218, she came home. As usual, she was using the garden hose.
Now for those who know what I mean/talking about, she may be one if those “pond scums” who happen to like being around lots of water. And so she did this until 1500. We had to eat a late lunch because we were hungry.
Later Das Squirrel and twit came for light dinner and left an hour later around 1900. We made then farewell and I hurried to water the new flowers out front.
I squatted close to the ground with arms on both knees, like her family would back in Vietnam and enjoyed the pain-free activity.
I guess I wanted to show her and out other Asian neighbors that I’m also flexible like them.
Then after five minutes, a dark-colored Chevy sports car parked a few feet behind the yellow fire hydrant. It looked like it opened its driver door.
I flashed it a Satanic sign and motioned a psycho signal upon my left temple and pointed discreetly to where nutter lives. I then mouthed the words “psycho” and “help me”. Mom was ranting behind me speed-up the watering.
Then it took off towards a cul-de-sac west from our home. I saw this black guy was bald and had extremely dark purplish skin tone. It’s fascinating to notice “their” presence.
I saw the old Chinese man walk in front of his garden. There were pedestrians walking on MY long stretch off sidewalk and cyclists coming down the Rue. A Chicana rode her shiny black long-bed/pick-up “boat”. It was a nice evening.
About one hour ago, the twilight casts a deep-blue color. Truly, He is risen (into a/his UFO/Heavenward/whatever) and probably won’t come back for awhile on this hellish plant.
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