Tag: mySpooks

While bar-be-quing chicken from 10:00am to 10:30am, I cleaned up the backyard, sweeping the eucalyptus leaves with my almighty walis and cutting off dried or yellow leaves from the hanging geraniums.

I heard voices from the next door neighbor but could NOT understand for I was busing myself with activities, such as signing some traditional Mexican songs from photocopies of old piano sheet musics. Plus my hearing is bad.

Tonight, Maw noticed that the sign advertising a painting job was taken down from the front lawn of the divorced nutter. Yesterday afternoon, a red Dodge Caravan with a roof mount blocked both our mailboxes.

To the San Jose Police Department: At around 18:35pm that night, a vehicle made donuts on MY intersection. The vehicle appears to be a sub-compact, almost the size and shape of a Gremlin, only the exterior color is a dirty medium gray. There appears to be at least five, dark-colored to almost black horizontal `blinds` on the back window. The perpetrator took off on MY road in a northbound direction. Go book em!

The smell of rubber entered our house. This is pollution: both noise and atmospheric. I wonder why there is no budget to put lots of cameras on the streets to crack down on these idiots. The city could make more money on people being cited for stupid behaviors.

While the three of us ate dinner, we heard the front doorbell rang. Paw was in the middle of chewing Maw’s eggplant, which was harvested from our garden the other day. He got up and answered the door. I could not hear what the person was saying and scooted silently behind the door so as not to be seen. He declined that he was not interested. This was around 18:05pm tonight.

Then out of curiosity, I looked through the front window and saw the short, blond-haired girl wearing a bright blue T-shirt with a logo of ACLU. I then ran to open the door and said to myself: ‘Thugs!’ Of course, I said more stuff to myself and waved to the Chinese living across from us.

So the friggin’ thugs are using kids to get money this way. Barry’s thugs want free-hand outs from seniors, who are on their last legs. WTF do you people want? More money from the government, nay, the taxpayers which is how people in their old age survive?

Then I saw a dark-colored car pull up on a RUE where the girl was sitting on the corner of the intersection of MY road, next the Mexicano’s place. The guy instead looked like a thug. I wonder if they are using the ACLU T-shirt and pimping kids to go get money this way. I’m bad! I retract my bad thoughts! Bad!

While Paw and I did yard work out front and the side street, MY road, a couple of utility trucks stopped underneath a eucalyptus tree, next to the house across from our home. One was a blue-colored PG&E truck with its trunk popped open; while the other one was a white Rowe & Co., parked behind. A burly Mexicano with an upper mustache appeared to be talking too much on the phone right after he placed one orange-colored cone to the left rear of his white truck. He walked by our sidewalk. He smiled and slightly waved at us. I said: ‘Ola! Senior’. I hummed a religious tune: ‘Pan De Vida’.