It was cloudy and cold all weekend, just like last weekend. It’s raining right now, this instant, hammering against the windows. I wore a raincoat for our dog walk this morning, but didn’t get it wet. This feels like an exact repeat of what I wrote last Monday.

I had an interesting occurance Friday afternoon. A receptionist from a place I go sometimes lives at some apartments down the road. I went to the her office last week and didn’t see her at work. Then I started thinking that I hadn’t seen her car in a while either, maybe she moved.

The she pulled up in her car and and got out. I said hi, I wasn’t even sure of her name. This Sideshow Bob haired little guy got out of another car and said “That’s my wife”, and why am I “harassing her all the time”.

I almoust laughed, but didn’t. I said I wasn’t harassing her, didn’t even know her name, it was exactly the third time I’d ever talked to her, and I know her from her workplace. Later, I wish I had started off with “Sorry I made you so uncomfortable”, but I can never think of anything good to say till after-the-fact.

This guy asks if it was my wife who drives the little car and I said yes. He said he sees her around but doesn’t say anything to her.

The whole time, the receptionist is standing 20 feet behind him, clearly embarassed, shaking her head no apologtically.

So the conversation with the Sideshow Bob haired dude ended, I continued walking the dogs up and down the street smoking a cigar, I could hear them fighting inside on my next pass.

So I was related the story to my wife and she knew the guy instantly. He had approached her in town, said he knew her, said they were neighbors. Then he told my wife how beautiful she was and was hitting on her pretty hard.

Then it started to make sense. This guy, like a thief who, because he’s a thief, thinks everybody is trying to steal from him. He thinks that, because he’s trying to pick up other women besides his wife, everyone is trying to pick up on his wife too.

My first wife was like that. If some girl said hi to me in the store, I was automatically having an affair with her had to somehow prove I wasn’t. I spent my time hoping we didn’t see anyone I knew, lest they say something or exhibit some behavior I would be unable to explain.

It’s psyhological abuse. And I feel sorry for my receptionist neighbor. I’m probably old enough to be her grandfather, literally. I didn’t know her name, or that she was married, nothing about her except what she drove and she lived in those apartments.

She’s living with a crazy child of a husband, I hope she’s not a prisoner.

This morning, for the second time ever, I took the dogs all the way around “the loop”. There’s a lot of dogs along the last 2/3rds, but today none of them caused a problem. At one point there was a stout dog that looked like a pit bull trotting aggressively down the center of the street towards us, but then he swerved off and ran into somebodies yard. The loudest and most aggressive was (sounding) was this little yippee dawg behind a fence.

The weekend’s here There’s another cold front moving through Saturday though. We’ll see if it ruins the weekend..

Ha va goodun!

See the “box” on the back of my scooter? Well, I had a bottle of suntan oil lose its lid in there. I didn’t think it was that bad. I wiped up what I could. But I went to the beach yesterday, and boyoboy, whatta mess.

Yesterday afternoon I had to remove the box, clean it and everything in it in our kitchen sink and wash my mask, fins and snorkel with dishwashing equipment. My towel and hat had to run through the laundry. My motorcycle registration and papers got soaked in oil, and have to be replace. The oil penetrated two plastic bags to get to the papers.

Much worse of a mess than I originally thought.

The dogs weren’t very cooperative this morning, and as a consequence, had a short walk instead of our normal long one, and I went back out for a swim. It was super nice.

And it’s almost Friday!

Yesterday, in the space of a half hour, I received about 5 verification texts from Google and one phone call from a robot. I guess somebody was trying to hack my account for a while yesterday.

I went to the dentist yesterday, the electrician from my still ongoing construction project called while I was in the chair. Couldn’t take the call. Then, a few minutes later, I was trying to enter the date for my next appointment on my phone calendar, he called 5 times in a minute, interfereing with my ability to type. His call popped up, I hit “Decline” it popped up again. Very very VERY annoying.

So I called him back in the parking lot, letting him know how pissed I was. He says the inspector is coming at 12:30, he (the electrician) needs me to go buy some wire, needs me to go there so he can re-wire a circuit, replace the smoke detectors and a whole buncha stuff he’s had three months to do.

I knew the new drawings weren’t approved. But I went anyway. I already had the wire and smoke detectors and everything.

Long story short, the inspector was inspecting another house. My plans weren’t done yet, and the whole thing, the harassment, everything was a waste of time.

But the Inspector said the wiring was good, and when he gets the plans, he can just stamp them approved, and won’t have to come out to the house again.

This electician has personally caused the job to take triple the time necessary. It was basically done Friday the 13th of December (started 3rd week of October).

And it’s time for me to go to work. This is a much longer post than Iintended, with half the details I wanted to include.

Random saved pictures.. But first, this important news announcement:

Below, appears to be a bee carrying a fly.

The Tight Rope

Fire Ant

Have a great day!

It was a windy cold weekend. I was wearing a long underwear shirt and sweatpants all weekend, till yesterday afternoon when suddenly inexplicably, invisibly, it got warm again. Just in time for the workweek.

Below is a picture of a bug from our yard. Wife found it, I took the winning shot.

I don’t know what kind of bug it is.

Got a good buncha bananas coming, on a good, strong straight tree. The last two batches, the tree fell over, and we got about half the bananas we could have.

And I’m off to work, hopeful for a productive week!

Happy Friday! Above is a picture I think is pretty neat. It’s a lazyman’s blog post.

We had a front move through last night, it is breezy and cool. Probably won’t rain, but I’m taking the van. Haven’t drove it all week.

Have a good weekend!

My wife got a great video of a woodpecker in our birdbath. Used with her permission.

I think it’s amazing. Those same woodpeckers come and hammer on our aluminimum gutters and make quite the racket. Other than that, I don’t see them much

Have a wonderful day!

Last night I woke up for a pee about 1 AM. Then I went back to sleep and woke up later, and it was midnight. I very plainly and obviously went through a time warp. I gained an extra hour (at least) of sleep.

Starter fluid, that’s what coffee should be called. Why didn’t I think of that?

Today, Ash Wednesday, is a holiday here. Hence we have the day off. It rained this morning, and it’s my Moms birthday. My Moms birthday isn’t always on a Wednesday though, and Ash Wendesday is.

Have a great day!

Get yer hankies ready, “cause you will be soggy-eyed by the time you finish this tale of woe, if not wailing uncontrollably.

When I was 5, in kindergarten, there was morning kindergarten and afternoon kindergarten. I had morning kindergarten.

(Why is it kindergarTen and not kindergarDen? What is a garTen anyway? A garden is a place where you put your kids out to pasture, so they don’t bother you as much. Kindergarden is “kinder” like that.)

So anyway, one day in kindergarten, we made kites. Everyone made their own kite out of colored paper. Then we went out in the playground and flew them.

I was flying my kite, and all of a sudden, I couldn’t see any more kites like mine. I started crying and a teacher came up and asked me what was wrong. “I can’t find anyone with a kite like mine!” I moaned.

Turns out, morning kindergarten was over, I was so into flying my kite, I didn’t notice when everyone in my class mustered, and went home.

But that’s not the sad part. The sad part is that it happened again, yesterday.

I get off work at 4:30. Yesterday, I was at my desk, working, and I looked at my watch and it was 4:45! I wasn’t even packed up to go home yet! It was almost 5 by the time I got outta there!

Console yourselves, because after dinner last night and a good nights sleep, I’m almost fully recovered from this horrible incident. I might need to seek professional counselling later on, as may you, but together, we’ll just cross those bridges as they come.

I’m sorry for upsetting you so.

Try to have a good day after reading this. It’ll be tough, but I have faith that you can do it!