Well, after three temp job from hell interviews, I’m still living with Mommy and Daddy. God Bless My Parents! The American Dream is dead! I’m not counting on going back to work, ever. I guess that’s what is called ‘blackmailing’ and deaf, dumb
I didn’t know what I was doing, what I wanted to do, and still have no idea where I’m going! I’ve graduated college, worked hard, saved money, lost my investments, and all the while learning about TPTB and pals and how they create stories that affect lives.
Mom and I are listening to another Trump rally. This time it’s in Buffalo, New York. I could imagine buffalos used to roam that place. But now it’s full of ‘New York’ values. I don’t know why they keep emphasizing values that have nothing to do with my immediate sphere of reality.
Dad is gardening again. The dandelions and other flowering plants have overgrown our backyard. I don’t know how Dad has the stamina to complete that task uninterrupted and through his painful back. He’s 77 years old. He is starting to show signs of memory lapses and uncertainty. I’m gonna have fun supervising my parents.
Anyway, Dad was really cleaning out the hand-built cover of our centralized air conditioning unit off the side ally way. Oops. So now we are airing out the house by opening up the windows. The breeze outdoors is really cool! Thanks. I think I better turn off the air conditioner to save electricity.
And as for this original weblog, I don’t know what to do with it. I renamed it and transferred its contents to my other weblog site. I have nothing else to add but daily life and daily prompts.
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