Dear diary,
Yesterday was really cold as I turned the thermostat to 74 degrees F. But the sunshine shone VERY brightly and then disappeared and then intensely around 1500 and then disappeared. The clouds came and went as the rains were off and on.
The day went slow. At 0900 Dad and I went to drop-off our hazardous waste. We followed the signs and stopped to show our ID. Then we proceeded to have the guys unload our box, which we wanted back. Then I saw the nasty sign – it’s illegal to get outta the car! Dad and I broke a state law! Wow! Oh, knows!
Then we ate the very peppery young green jack fruit for lunch after dad was playing with his Benz by spraying down with some sort of rain away wind shield formula. The garage was full of fumes. But he didn’t open the side door wide enough or opened the main garage, and pointed to his cotton mask. It’s only thin like a t-shirt! So I closed the door and left him until lunchtime.
Then I told Dad I’m gonna skip choir rehearsal tonight. I told him that I have a bad attitude and didn’t wanna go out into the night while it was frucking freezing cold and slightly raining. I swear! I don’t think I like going out at night.
Seriously, I should scare the choir director, conductor, leader, whatever that I’m not a good driver and that I don’t want to risk her neck snapping off in case of an accident. She is taking advantage of me – that I’m younger than her. Now she’s asking me to accompany the choir. Really? I wanna be paid – even for one frucking hour. That’s talent! Nothing is for free. I need money and work! Free-loading non-profit organizations! Sheesh.
Anyway, I couldn’t leave home because I was expecting two packages. Those came around 2030 am, well into the half hour of choir rehearsal. So I unloaded my meat stuff from OmahaSteaks. com and felt better now that there is stuff in the freezer. Now I can enjoy cooking the meat and eating it too!
After I unloaded that meat stuff and my new 16oz Thermos, which was still heavy due to its stainless steel material, I busied myself with the bookcase. I had to pull the HUGE furniture made outta particle wood away from the wall so that the baby spiders won’t proliferate. I had to be careful NOT to vacuum them up, too, as I cleaned up their spider webs from the bookcase, the wall, and floor.
I wanted to use the bookcase to store my other home office junk but that the only location that would block the bare white walls. So I ended up putting it back in its corner – only away from the walls – and after vacuuming up the dust off the encyclopedias and other books, which I won’t read (again).
But I did switch Mom’s Singer sewing machine attached to its wooden table with my digital electronic piano keyboard. Her sewing machine is now underneath the huge portrait which was displayed during her funeral and burial. I can now light candles underneath her portrait and other things that humanz would do to remember a loved one and/or appease the dearly departed.
Yup so I looked over to my left shoulder and sensed that the brown furniture is appropriate. And I looked over my right should and the grayish keyboard is appropriate in its new location, where I would have placed the tall bookcase, which would have unfortunately blocked the electrical outlet and hanging framed image of a lake with trees.
Then Dad watched television downstairs and passed out for one hour until he awoke ten minutes before ten or so. After he depressurized his system, he went upstairs. I then proceeded to scan and archive the incoming mail, delivery papers and other informational about my purchases. Then I filed my paperwork in my new, rather USED, lateral filing cabinet made outta particle wood. The drawer slides VERY smoothly. But I still have to be careful and open ONE drawer at a time to avoid it tipping forward.
So then I ate two slices of wheat bread with butter, read some news article and blog posts from my feed, and have posted some blogs about stuff. I’m waiting to depressurized after satisfactorily finishing my stuff. Thank you, Lawd Gawd for another nice and boring day.
Besides that my older cousin 14 years. She, her husband and her only son sang a happy birthday tune from down under. She talked about her son having multiple VISAs. They are blessed though the biological father wasn’t’ nice and though the family went through poverty and abuse. Now this mother of one has found happiness with a guy from down under. The guy treated her son like his son. His family disavowed the guy. Sheesh.
Sincerely,
Flynn B is half a century in humanz years.
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