1243. While the old Irish whatever priest sermonized, I had an incoming thought about my boosting up the ethereal ice recently. An my image this afternoon was about why the ice wall must not melt, so that the water won’t fall off the edge of our flat plane!
1217. Again, I’m too lazy to blog. So while I was puking down my double-knitted pants to excrete my crap. No sooner after I thought about when Ate Ising will call my mother at 1007 a.m. until around 1030 a.m. and after I passed my load, she called my smartphone! I hurried to the dining table with my pants down and handed Mom my smartphone, as I hobbled to lower the volume of our old 1976 Sony television CRT and back to the toilet to clean up. Her battle plan is to remove the crazy bitch living next door from us off the choir mass! Hallelujah! Praise the Lawd Gawd! Amen! Unfortunately, her speech pattern is too rapid and she won’t allow the other party to speak. In other words, when there’s no comfortable PAUSE between both parties, the hurried person has to be Cray.
So after ironing most of the laundry and leaving some for Mom to finish up, I had to help Dad remove our single string of outdoor lighting for Xmas. I hurriedly put on my black fleeced jacket, black scarf hat, and black leather gives for easy grip. I grabbed the string stool, went out front, and proceeded to unscrew the lightbulb at my height. Later, Dad was already half-way, and I had to get a long nose, bent plier for yanking out the staples from the wood trimmings.
After removing and storing the indoor decorations, after eating dinner, after cleaning up, and after replacing the new table cloth and laundering, We finished at 2100 p.m. I went upstairs, turned on the Wi-Fi, deposited online and scanned Dad’s two Xmas gift checks, and other papers, and brought down my three electronic readers for using and recharging, and joined Mom and later Dad came downstairs from his toilet habits to watch Trump’s latest rally in Nashua, New Hampshire, USA via YouTube.com on our Toshiba smart television.
Tomorrow is going in for a procedure, an EEG. I asked Ate Ising and Any to pray for her. We’re gonna wake up early due to traffic and to be there for her prep. Sheesh!
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