Tag: coffee

If you don’t like who’s in there, vote em out

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Welp, I’ve had better sleeps. It was awesome until around 5 or 6 I think. You see my grandmother has dementia. It was just a bad dream of it getting worse. The terrible thing; I’d wake up, and fall back asleep, and the dream continued. I feel terrible, because in my dream, I yelled at her.

Coffee.

It’s Election Day just a few hundred miles to the south. I think CNN will be on most of the day here. I’ll be feeding Crystal information all day while she’s at work. The headline on CNN right now

Your Vote, Your Patience & Patriotism.

You can feel the hope in the air. I’m nervous, but let’s see what happens. Let hope science, and reason, and thoughtfulness take over, and COVID is taken seriously, and the border opens.

If you’re in the states, and you haven’t voted yet, VOTE.

No new books at the second hand store yesterday. I did put back on the shelf an Official illustrated Movie Guide for Eclipse. I didn’t think I needed that. Even though it was a fill a bag for a buck again. There was just nothing jumping out at me.

So I’ll try again this afternoon, at the local second hand store. Maybe something there will be awesome, and I’ll have to grab it up.

But for now, CNN, and coffee. Election night coverage started in 6:54:30

Oh her flowing skirt is blowing in the transcendental wind

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I’ve been up since 5 this morning. Course that’s probably more like 3 when I first woke up slightly cold, so I got under the covers, where suddenly I was way too warm.

The reason why I was up so early was because I took a drive with my dad to the next province over to pick up a crank shaft (heh, shaft), that was supposed to have been picked up the week before.

It was a really nice drive with him. We had coffees and chatted all the way up and back. We got back to the house just in time for lunch, then he went off to work, and Shady Acres went down for their nap, I got the ma and got gas for the truck. Now we’re sitting in SlightlyBiggerTown.

My mom has a doctors appointment, then it’s a couple groceries, while I run over to the second hand store to see what kind of books they got going on there. Then home again.

It’s been a busy day, and I didn’t get to chat with Crystal on lunch. Bad deal. But we’ll chat tonight.

Happy Monday, y’all

Yours was the first face I saw – I think I was blind before I met you

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Good morning party people. I’m awake, my WIFI is being a bitch, and I can’t brain this morning. But that’s ok, I’ll wake up shortly, I always do.

With 48 hours until the election, the Canadian news is pretty much dominated with American election news. I’ll admit, I’m nervous about the outcome. I guess we’ll have a better idea on about 2 days.

Nothing much happened yesterday. Just a quiet day here at Shady Acres. But at least the wind has died down here. I think now, it’s just cold. Yep, just cold out there.

So I’m gonna go and enjoy some coffee, and morning chats with Crystal. Might watch a movie later, I haven’t decided yet.

I was working on the lab late one night – when my eyes beheld an eerie sight

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Happy Halloween everyone! It’s wicked windy out there today. Gusts of wind up to 90kph

And there’s snow in Rhode Island.

That’s a bunch of bullshit, man.

I don’t think I’ll be going anywhere today. It’s just so windy out there.

I gotta go and make my coffee. I’m so totally not awake yet. It was a deep sleep, but still tossy and turny. Weird dreams of moving to California and trying to figure out times to talk to Crystal. It was so strange.

Last night, I stayed up 20 minutes later than normal to finish The Historian. Wow. I’ll try to write about it this afternoon. It was good. I still have to figure out how to talk about books, without feeling like I’m spoiling the endings.

But the prettiest sight to see is the holly that will be on your own front door*

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Weird dreams last night. Stephen King only write his first 3 or 4 books, and was just a small time short story writer. No one had heard of him. I had a book of his short stories, with like half of them missing. Crystal had written in some from memory, and that prompted me to find him, and show him all the stories that he had missed over the years. Of course Crystal saved the day with her total recall memory.

Because of these dreams, I think I’ll be pushing Brave New World back a month, and read one of Kings books of short stories. Sorry everyone that voted for Brave New World, my subconscious beats y’all out for a month.

Then there was a short dream of Puerto Rican Jesuits – a story that King was working on. Also me trying to explain The Stand to him.

It’s almost Halloween though which is pretty awesome. The only unawesome thing? On both Netflix and Amazon Prime, no Rocky Horror. On Prime, I could rent it. Just another day, until Crystal gets here.

Are Puerto Rican Jesuits even a thing? I’m not really sure.

Weird, weird dreams. I can’t believe I can still remember them.

* blog title just for Crystal. Happy Friyay babes. Sorry about the snow that’s been forecasted. If it makes you feel better you and Stephen King got a long really well.