20250522-1938. Welp, I’m back to theme 2025 after trying theme Chanson, Azur, Ici, Shhh, Beep, Perenne, Xanadu, and Clairevoyant. There are two other “included in my plan”. But I read the descriptive narratives to both and those two themes do NOT seem to fit my needs at the moment. But I’ll probably try-out all of the themes just to see if I like it.
Now I’m just relaxing after another busy day – so busy that I was too lazy to water my wildflowers this morning, which I forgot what I was doing in the first place – that made me forego doing my normal routines!
All I remember was waking up, opening the vertical wooden blinds, backdoor and or kitchen window. Then I remember preparing an early lunch for dad, because he wanted to take an early nap; so that he could watch his basketball show tonight
But he had to process the take-out trash routine for tomorrow’s pick-up. I told him to place the carts too early and that we should try on or about 1800 PM PT. But he insisted to do it his way. So I stopped arguing my point, too.
I then recall watering my Callie Lillies out front upon which I saw the USPS delivery truck roll-in, but I was too busy to notice if the mail was delivery actually. However, I already knew we were to expect some pieces of mail due to the informed delivery emails that we would receive almost daily.
So then I recall picking-up the regular paper mail, depositing half of what I expected to receive, resubmitted the claims with the usual Certified Mail, and then distilled water and warming up tonight’s dinner.
I wanted to mow the lawn several times throughout the day, but my elderly father said that the winds were too strong. He wanted to do the yard work next week. I had no choice but to obey my dad’s decision, because I would absorb less negativity or blow-back by NOT insisting to do it my way, despite feeling good and strong enough to do unplanned yard work.
But because my neck was still outta place or painful and my right hand was still numb / buzzing, I was happy NOT to do any yard work today; despite seeing that certain sections of the front yard lawn needed some water due to the yellowish colors.
And so with Thursday’s trash-night processed earlier by dad and prior to his mid-afternoon power nap, I had to close twice (once prior to resubmitting my claims via the USPS store and then again after I arrived home where I over heard a whitish man talking loudly over his cellphone to which I hollered I could hear you talking loudly on your cellphone, assuming he heard my voice) – the blue lid to our gray recycling cart, because of the strong winds!
I told my dad that I would close the lid tonight again if that happens again.
And prior to visiting our local USPS location, I was processing the required tasks prior to next week’s visit. I saw a letter and the data was NOT good. So I’m happy to know that I won’t be long on this earth. Yay!
That’s all. Bon voyage soon or NOT. End transmission 1953 PM PT. Edited 1959 PM PT.
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