August 23, 2011

• nor' easterly cigarette breeze

  seems as soon as I inquire about a used car via the email area provided by autotrader.com, the reply always seems to be "sorry, this car is sold".  you'd think they'd follow that up with "what can we help you find?" (or something of that sort), but nope.  I even described what my preferences were to the local Ford dealer along with an inquiry, just short of asking if they could help, with the same answer "sorry, this car is sold".  do they feel as though an internet lead means that little?  I found my shrimpy truck online...oh well.  I keep looking anyway.

  today, I'm awaken by some monster painful leg cramps.  good gawd! it's about 15 minutes of agony. it isn't just one cramp, it's several, and severe. I find I can do nothing to quell the pain.  I even try standing up, but that's not an option. this is about the third bout within as many weeks. do I got fuckin' Rickets?!.  I guess it wasn't worth mentioning here figuring one or two times is no biggey, but now it's getting somewhat routine, and I'm not likin' it. 

  ooof. the breeze out here on the porch blows at an angle that I can smell cigarette stink from the trash can (the neighbors are huge butt-heads, and use my trash can).  I best move it to the other side of the porch.  that reminds me, I haven't collected $15/month for their half of the trash bill in quite some time...maybe I'll pay 'em a visit. then again, I don't like to go over there due to their yappy dog, and his girlfriend works nights. I'd hate to wake her up.   did I mention I'd make a lousy landlord? It feels most bothersome to collect what's owed me. if you read far enough back, you know what I had to deal with when Sasquatch lived here, and I'll be damned if I've seen a penny for storing Brian's stuff here (but to be fair, he's taken my dog for walks while I'm at work, given me plates, cups, silverware, and clothes that no longer fit him, so barter works good too).  

  ...cutey oriental neighbor waves at the dog and I as she pulls from her driveway.

  last night, the stalag seemed to drag (once again, as it always does, it being our Friday).  12 hour night shift from Hell!  oh well, again, I survive it, knowing the mid-week weekend is near. I'm not alone, most everyone's eyes have that zombie factory burn-out [ummm] glow (for lack of a better word). 

  I wave to Ronald as he looks my way, and catches me looking his way, in wonderment of what he's up to next.  it looks as if he's picking stuff off from his well manicured lawn (because it's important for the grass to look nice around that junkyard of a trailer of his, with two undrivable pieces of shit in the driveway).  alright, I'll back off...

   

  man, the wind is whoopin' up.  it's somewhat overcast.  rain comin' our way?  maybe.  it's a comfy low 70's. and that wind (sans the cigarette smell) feels good.  I'm thinkin' it won't be long and I'll have to bust out that rake and herd the crispy brown leaves toward swamp things forest.  then, of course, the proverbial shotgun comes out for a good 5-6 months when the snow flies...wait. we still got a good couple months to go of summer.  no need to speed things up by writing about them.

   

  anyway.  I guess I ought to find something to chew on, and maybe get started on this electrical outlet project *plan*

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