Well, today is hot! The sunshine is strong and bright and the skies are clear! I finished watering the plant and hosing down the landscape of mostly ginger rocks and cement. However, the wind blew its response in thanks as I watered the old trees.
Speaking of threes, this morning Mutha said that our old pear tree looks like it wants to die because of its withered leave. I was thinking of having it chopped down.
After hosing down our birdbath, which we bought at the old NEXII (Moffett Field, CA) long ago, I noticed that lots of hornets/yellow jackets/wasps/whatever were drinking the fresh water. This birdbath is located in the backyard. After about another 30 minutes and after finishing the front yard, I came to the backyard again and noticed a brown robin taking its shower.
Usually, this one bird takes a bath twice in the day – around 10:30 am and then in the afternoon around whenever, say, 1430 pm. We miss the little baby brown birds. I was thinking the earth is indeed dying because there are little to no insect/spiders/flies/whatever. Thus, the ecological/food chain has been disrupted. I don’t know what is happening/has happened. It’s NOT global warming but something else.
Anyway, Loca Lolita attended OUR mid-morning mass. If y’all don’t call this stalking, I don’t know what is. She was accompanied by a VERY dark Filipina dressed in a sleeve-less white shirt. The psycho wore an orange top with a brownish belt. I told Ate Ising of her whereabouts – third pew on the St. Joseph side, facing the altar and seated second from the side aisle, and wearing glasses, like her “nurse”.
My binder of songs seemed to helped Ate Ising but I noticed that she fumbled with the songs. So Mutha and I thought that it might be best to hand each song to the old lady, who normally sits to my right at the very front pew of the choir box. My “spider sense” indicated that Ate Ising is still hurt that her children don’t seem to care. Her daughter is mad at her and her son, well, is nicer but still won’t listen like my younger brother. We know her husband is a strict-ass prick.
With that said, a shiny silver bullet is still waiting for Loca Lolita. I had other bad thoughts. But during the watering of the plants about one hour ago, I had a thought: How could I possibly set an example as a would-be “teacher” if I constantly hate stupids/crazies, like her? I did offer my middle finger to her video camera in response as I struggled to hook up Dad’s old/heavy rubber hose after I used my new/flexible one, which is lighter and easier to manage.
Mutha is sleeping. And the parakeets are also dozing off well since we arrived from church and turned on the air condition. We have our “shields up”, meaning the wooden blinds upstairs and downstairs are closed completely to block out any further hot sunshine. This would help increase the speed of cooling of the house.
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