July 3, 2011
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BANG!!
sounds of what I'd imagine the Viet Nam war echo off in the distance. it's 10 (something) pm, and the 3rd of July is prob'ly as full of fireworks as what tomorrow may bring. the dog doesn't like it, but she'll get over it. i just sat down with the cool hippy lady neighbor (Brian's mom) and had a couple beers out on my porch. we talked about everything under the sun (moon), including her losing her current job (that sucks!). she then is blinded by the orange phosphorescent light that streams in just under the roof of the porch from the street lamp across the street. I tell her that I've put up with that damn thing since I've moved in. I should shimmy up it and spray paint it black, to tone it down some. they may as well put sand and rocks, with maybe a lunar lander of some sort around to simulate Mars because that's what it feels like. she shares a story about a place she had been sans any light pollution and seeing the edge of the Milky way. I share recollections of that as well when I was a kid laying on the trampoline [...] Jesus!!! there goes a local illegal fireworks extravaganza of some sort...scared the bejesus out of me! now the smell of spent gun powder overwhelms... Happy 4th y'all
. today was somewhat groovy, in that I was able to spend some time gettin' a beer buzz, and layin' out on the lawn chair gettin' a half of a sunburn
. I make some chicken on the grill (with some Monterrey chicken seasoning and some Chipotle sauce along with some stuffing...mmmmms!!). as I'm takin' Rosie for her pooperdog walk, I pass Chas Manson's house. he's been workin' on something for months on that cars trunk. today he has the hood open. it's obvious as we walk past that he's been cannibalizing the engine. the rocker arms are exposed to the open air, and wires are cut...I ask what's up. he says he's been taking parts off that he can salvage for money. good gawd! he's completely lost it, I'm thinking, at this point, but then again, it was un-drivable anyway...the poor guy will prob'ly start salvaging his trailer next, then push a shopping cart around collecting beer cans and what-not
(bowling ball emoticon used for no good reason at all). anyway. the skeeters are gettin' bad. I should prob'ly sign off and drink another coldey before hittin' the sack...
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