September 6, 2011

• coool

  silly cat wakes me up 'round 6am, by pawing on the door jam to my bedroom.  he does this often when he thinks I'm over sleeping and should get my lazy ass up and get ready for work (or he's just bored and wants to play).  I'd (currently 6:15) still be at work making double time and a half, but chose instead to slack hard.  I still get paid 10 hours straight time, for both Sunday night and Monday night so all is good!

  it's currently a nippy 43 degrees out (sitting on the porch with the laptop, watching a silly dog lay out in the wet grass looking up at the stars). that first biting chill of autumn, and right on cue comes that sore throat (that I usually blame the heater on, but haven't thrown it on yet).  maybe today, I'll vacuum the heater blower, open the windows and run it for awhile.  that first blast of heat from the dormant unit smells bad, and prob'ly kicks up a bunch of stale cruddy duct air from last winter's run, almost as if it burns fuel oil *gack!*

  yesterday, 'across the way Jay' stops by looking a bunch less anemic than he did the visit before. I had to get nosey and ask about his hospital stint. he tells me that he had spells of passing out.  his girlfriend would ask "how long do you gotta be out and not breathing before I call an ambulance?", and he'd be all "what? did I pass out?!".  seems between his high pressure meds and his booze drinking (and who knows whatever else?)  he became a victim (for lack of a better word) of seriously low blood pressure and had bleeding in his intestines.  the hospital fixes him up and gives him a blood transfusion, he seems to be back to his grumpy old self.  he says he's had a good run, him being 50 years old, and this being the first time he's had to spend an overnight stay at the hospital.

  checking account seems a bit low (online banking) as per normal for the first-ish of the month, with lot rent and a couple 3 bills taken from it. I'll play catch-up in the coming 3 weeks, meanwhile I transfer some from savings into checking to get me by 'til this Friday...I used to be ahead of the game, writing down every transaction in a ledger, and paying bills way before hand.  I guess I'm gettin' lazy...or maybe I'm actually making more money than I spend, so I don't have to be so diligent (maybe both?)

  oh, btw, my sandals survived being washed. I didn't dare to dry 'em, so I let them air dry in the sun. perfect!
  

  I'm still looking at autotrader.com by the day, will my shrimpy truck make it thru this winter? *crosses fingers* I also peruse the online stores for some good winter boots.  maybe today would be good for boot shopping here in town.  they'll prob'ly put Halloween stuff out before cold weather gear.  anyway, it's gettin' too cool to sit out here in my shorts and T.  gotta find my sweatshirt and maybe do a bowl of honey bunches of sand burrs...

   

  later:  man, it's weird not to see Ron "working" on his car.  they came and towed it away on a flatbed.  I imagine one day he'll find something to do, by maybe grinding small triangles on the outer skin of his mobile home.  pooperdog and I take a Sunday drive (I know, it's been forever!). I stop off at the hardware store and get completely the wrong size elbow that I need and some pipe dope.  determined to make it work, so I don't have to go back, I search the wood-panel submarine for something PVC that would work.  I find a leftover female to female that's just too small, so again, being determined, I use a carpet knife to trim both sides.  when enough is trimmed I glue the snot out of the elbow, and where I'm connecting it to (which, by the way, is putting an elbow on the water heater overflow, so if the water heater drains...again, it's not directly onto my insulation/heat tape job, but diverted away).  

  Brian (almost room mate/neighbor) just wanders over and barrows my socket set.  seems he's gonna tackle changing the shocks on his Explorer. he asks if I wanna help?  I say "...nu-uh, sounds like a pain in the ass" to which he responds "fag!"  (what? I'm not gonna tell him that I will and not show up...I guess not wanting to help suddenly turns me gay).  anyway.  I've gotta bust out the lawn mower...
  

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