July 19, 2011

• so, the trailer directly across the road from me (the one that used to house the couple that I nicknamed 'the Bickerson's' due to the huge arguments they'd have, then followed by a nice Mexican couple with a little kid) is, again, for sale.  the sign says $3,500 but being it has no central air, I'm thinking that's a bit high...but you're supposed to start high and hope someone will offer you what you really want, right? right.  all I really know is for the price of a good used car you can get yourself 800 to 1000 square ft of living space.  not a bad thing....

  the stalag was super rough to endure these past couple days.  the heat's unbearable!  once your clothes get drenched in sweat, it makes for a long uncomfortable work day.  there were a couple times where I felt a bit whoozie, and had to stop off to the bathroom and splash water on my face, as well as refill my bottle with ice water.  anyway.  12 hours seem more like 30 in these conditions (and it's only July...we got August to go yet too). 

  once home,  we take a small barefoot pooperdog walk, then I peel my sticky clothes off and hit the shower.  cereal for breakfast, leftover lasagna for lunch, prob'ly more leftover lasagna for supper.  I'm still on a huge cleaning regimen.  the washer and dryer have been going non stop all day, I do the dishes, sweep and mop the kitchen and bathroom, vacuum the living room, etc.  those bedbugs (that I initially thought I didn't have) went all ballistic the minute I applied the powders and sprays that were sent to me.  It simply made 'em angrier, I guess.  each night the bugbite intensity, seems less and less.  every day I wash and re-wash the bedding, and reapply more pesticides.  seems I couldn't save my pillow top down feather thinger.  it harbored too many hard to reach bugs, and I couldn't wash it (dry clean only), so I wrap it in plastic and through it away.  seems no matter how long I throw my pillows in the dryer, they too are hard to shed these demon spawn bugs.  I order a couple bedbug proof pillow cases.  maybe that'll control 'em.  anyway.  it's mostly under control now, but I'm not gonna let my guard down. I'll continue to clean and spray, spray and clean until they are no more *cue the movie 'naked lunch'*.  the residual powder the bedbug supply sent me is supposed to kill bugs for another 17 weeks, so I think I got a good handle on short term and long term.  k, 'nuff about bugs....snakes!  I have no update on snakes in the shed.  I haven't had to go in there since I last worked on my truck.  the guy at the hardware store ensures me that they find a cool place to have a ball of babies, then scurry back into the woods in no time.  I'll let them do there thing.

  Ron (aka Chas Manson) stops by again today with another porno (this guy's a nut case). I let him know that he can stop sending them my way, then when he leaves, I simply throw it away  (these aren't your classy 'Playboy' type mags. I'd imagine they're called 'Skank', or the like, but I'm not even sure of that, because the cover has been torn off each one.  once again, your typical gas station dumpster dive mag).  otherwise, the guy spends the majority of the day in his yard (long sleeve shirt, long pants) staring at his car.  he has no evidence of a window air conditioner, and no central air unit attached to his trailer. it's gotta be 400F in there, so he spends most of the day outdoors, looking like he's working on something important, or staring into space...I'll have to get a picture of this guy on here. then you'll get a true feel of how scary this guy is with his long grey hair and beard, rotten teef, dirty clothes and all around disheveled look.  I can't seem to not talk about him.  he's an interesting case study... nice enough guy (personality wise...exept when he becomes preachy in an all of the sudden southern slang), but just plain "off" in too many ways. ...I'd like to read what he would write about me.  maybe I'm just as odd in his eyes.

  I buy Rosie some canned food (did I write about this?), because she hasn't been eating her dry food as regularly as she used to (maybe she's just bored with the current dry).  she snarfs down the moist morsels, then whines, as if she ate too much, too fast.  I bring her outside incase she's gotta barf.  I do a couple beerses on the porch while I wait for her to do her thing in the grass, but she seems fine, so I bring her back into the house.  minutes later, she's hackin' a good pile of moist dogfood on her pillow.  I clean it up, and she seems content enough to take one of her long old dog naps.  she's a good dog. I guess I gotta be more careful on the portions I give her (a lesson I should have learned the last time she barfed).  then again, I may never learn.  I noticed Squabber likes this moist dog food as well (it's called: Alpo's Hidden Goodness). I'll have to buy it more often....

  'Bichi' on Pandora radio!  good stuff!!

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