Tropical Storm Zeta is pretty far away and not a threat to Cayman. But we’re getting a whole heap of rain. Yesterday the news said it was stalled, just sitting still, accumulating water for a disastrous landfall at some point.

People ’round here are saying this is the rainiest October they ever remember.

It was a nothing weekend. I finished “Lord Of The Flies”, which was quite disappointing.

I hope the weather is nice where you are and that you have a good week.

Had a dream last night about a party. We needed music. I went into a.messy storeroom and got a speaker from my stereo. It sounded ok, but there was only one speaker, and the other didn’t work, and was lost in the storeroom. The speaker wire for the working speaker, (a big cable in the dream) ran into the closet and got lost in the huge pile of junk.

It occurred to me that this stereo has been in my dreams before and I wonder if there’s some symbolism there.

The stereo, representing my mediocre life (career?), the messy storeroom representing my cluttered, disorganized brain.

A friend of mine appeared at the party, the only one drunk, and insisted I station someone at the back door to collect money from people coming in. The front door was open, there was a lot of people already there, and there was no reason to collect money at the back door.I finally got him away from me and was muttering “damn drunk” under my breath when I woke up.

I wonder this morning: Do I have a mediocre life? What am I comparing it to? Is my mind cluttered? Again, what am I comparing it to? Where do these ideas come from?

What is the purpose of the drunk in the dream? He quit drinking for a year and a half and became a good friend. Then he went back to drinking. Heartbreaking for me. He’s still a good friend but I never see him anymore.

We, (dawgs and I) had a very nice walk this morning. It was raining steadily the whole time we walked our mile and a third. I wore a hat to keep my glasses dry and a pair of shorts. We (dawgs and I) saw one other daily walker and we both said “Isn’t this nice?” To each other at the same time.

I’m gonna get this pesky workday out of my way then have a good weekend. Hope you have a good weekend too!

This week, I’ve been posting all my posts on my phone and not my tablet. It seems the days are so full that I never have time to unpack it. I bring it home in my backpack, but don’t need it all afternoon and evening, then in the mornings, it seems like too much hassle to unpack just to.ppst then re-pack back up.

A few weeks ago, I copied all my phone apps onto my tablet, thinking I was going to move to an old flip phone I have and am really enamored with. It’s tiny and fits in my pocket and the battery lasts a week.

But it never happened…

Maybe it should. I’ve complained about this phone before.

Referring to m post yesterday, it was sunny when I went to the beach yesterday at lunchtime, but as soon as I got there, a big black wall of clouds and rain came right at me and I had to flee.

It’s almost Friday!

Doing good today, ahead of schedule. 6:20 and I’m ready to head out the door. Usually I sit down here to post my post about 6:33.

Yesterday I went for my first beach lunch in a couple weeks. Before yesterday, all I had to do was think “lunch” and the sky would immediately cloud over and it would start pouring rain.

I’m in control of the weather in a negative way, I tell ya. If it’s raining, and I put out the indoor houseplants, it will stop raining before I can get the last one outside. Every time. I’ve demonstrated this several times to my wife.

If I want it to rain, I head for the beach, sometimes just thinking of heading to the beach will suffice. I look outside on a sunny Sunday and think “It’s nice, I think I’ll go to the beach”. Put on my swimsuit and head out the door and it’s completely cloudy. Then it say, “well, I guess I’ll go clean out the closet, like I planned.” The I start cleaning the closet and look outside and it’s totally sunny again.

Totally in control.

Have a happy humpday.

The wife and I have been watching a good show.on Netflix called Qi. It is quite a good show. Loosely speaking (very loosley), it’s a game show that is both educational and hilarious.

Highly recommended viewing, you will laugh.

This morning it was raining when I went out to feed cats and exercise, but while I was walking the dogs, it was clearing up quite nicely. By the time we got home the sky was the most perfect pre.dawn blue. Very nice and crisp and clear.

Have a good day!

Monday morning. Yuk. Going to the dentist this morning. I think I have a cavity., but this is just a regular cleaning and checkup. First since covid.

Yesterday was a lazy, non-productive day. As you already know, I mowed Saturday, and yesterday just lazed mostly and helped.the wife with some gardening.

Have a great week!

Last week, I was driving and saw someone mowing their lawn, (not pictured below) they were walking normally, easily pushing the lawnmower. I was astounded.

When I mow the yard, like I did today, it is lawnmower hell. I have to take a half of a step forward and stop, because the grass makes the mower almost die, then wait for it to get it’s RPM’s back up, then take another little baby step. Often, the RPM’s continue to decline, and I have to push down on the handle, bringing the weakly rotating blade out of the grass completely. Most of the time, 60-75%, this allows the RPMs to come back up and I can take another halfa step before repeating the process.. Too often the engine dies anyway, and I have to re-start it, priming the engine by pressing the bulb and pulling the string several times.

I have been accepting this as normal until I saw the other person walking normally, pushing the mower with the properly operating engine.

My old mowers, I only needed to prime it first time, it’d start with one pull after the engine was warm. My lawnmower is only a few years old. but it spews oil out the carbeurator/air filter, can’t start without priming it and it’s difficult to start, even when warm. I remember as a boy, not wanting to mow the parents grass, running while pushing the mower to get done as quickly as possible. My mower today dies if I take a full step forward.

All my mowers have been junk. And the “New” doesn’t wear off of anything faster than a lawnmower. Usually with anything new, I pamper it, and try to keep it new. With a lawnmower, it lasts about halfway through the first mow. When the engine dies from the normal yard obstacles, the New is gone.

I was awed by the person mowing and walking at normal speed, it made mowing the yard look easy, instead of the enormous, pain in the ass chore it is for me. Maybe I need another new mower…

It’s finally a Friday. I have no desire to go to work today.

It seems like lately I’ve been in a state of irritation, on the verge of anger.

I perceive that I am being wronged by everyone.

Although I know a lot of fuckups, none of them are fucking up at me, they’re fucking up in general, because they’re fuckups.

But lately I am taking it personally. I’m tired of being the only one who has to adapt and conform to all these fuckups and nobody seems to give me any concession.

For the past week or so, I’ve been in a foul mood and it’s nobody’s fault but mine.

I finished the book “Jaws” and now I’m reading “Lord Of The Flies”.

I think my parents watched it when I was much much younger. I remember very little.

After this, I think I’ll be done with old books. I want to read new ones now.

The weekend is almost upon us!

Have you ever seen pictures of memes about laziness on the job? Like the road painter who paints over the road kill.

Well, I’ve always wondered why there was no fire extinguisher in the kitchen at work, and the other day, I was waiting for a meeting to start, and sat in the kitchen someshere I’d never sat (sitten?) before. I saw the fire extinguisher behind the fridge.

To me this is hilarious. I’m sure the fire extinguisher was there and we got a bigger fridge, but not only did whoever putthe fridge there not move the extinguisher, the extinguisher was inspected every year and nobody ever said anything.

Not only funny, but a little bit sad, like the painted over roadkill.

I sent the above pictures to our Airport Safety Officer, and he too thought it was quite “interesting”.

It will be moved.