Tag: life

And the music there it was hauntingly familiar

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Finally, I woke up and no one else was awake. For 15 minutes. But it was a nice and quiet 15 minutes. I managed to brew some coffee, and get most of the first cup in me, before conversation started.

So today was the day that we were supposed to be going into SlightlyBiggerTown to get the oil changed on my mom’s truck, go grocery shopping, etc. But the dealership only wants the owner of the vehicle to be in the dealership – thanks to the pandemic. So mom will just go, get the oil changed, and just the bare minimum for groceries. Tomorrow, when we have to go into YetAnotherSlightlyBiggerTown, to get my mom’s meds, we’ll do the grocery shopping. Get it? Good! I don’t wanna repeat myself.

So when my mom gets back, I’ll walk a pile of stuff over to the second hand store. Mom’s been cleaning out her craft room, so the majority of stuff is coming out of there, with a mix of some clothing in there as well. There might be enough for a second trip, but I’m gonna try to get it all in one shot, if I can.

Playing with the queen of hearts

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It’s morning here again. It’s gone up 3 degrees in an hour, and is supposed to be as hot as it was yesterday. I slept on top of my blankets all night, and was very comfortable for the evening. I didn’t even need to put a t-shirt on, just a pair of shorts and I was good to go.

I was planning on mowing the lawn today, but it’ll be just to darn hot out there, even on the ride on mower. But for right now, before it gets too hot, I’m watching TV, and drinking some covfefe. I’ve already taken the trash out, so that’s a win in my book.

So I finished NOS4A2 yesterday afternoon. It was not the ending I thought going to happen. It was good though. I enjoy Joe Hill’s writing style. It’s a lot like his father’s, but better. I’m re-reading “Night Film” by Marisha Pessl. My first read of it was rather rushed, so it’s a book that I’ll read before bed. I think I made it about 20-25 pages before I was nodding off. It’s a better book to read before bed, than say, “Fellowship of the Ring”.

Update: it’s now 12:30, and it’s 35c or 95f

He bought two-fifths of lead free gasoline

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“Please stop talking to me.”

That’s what om thinking this morning. It’s not even 8am, you’re supposed to be asleep. My mom is awake, she re-organized my grammas craft area, and is actively trying to get me to talk to her.

The coffee isn’t finished brewing.

Yes folks, I can hear my gramma moving around. Shady Acres is awake 40 minutes early today. Happy Monday ya’ll.

Oh god I need some coffee.

I think it’s gonna be one of those days here.

Hard, huge and haunted

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This coffee tastes very very good this morning. It took me a little while to fall asleep, and then I was up a few times in the night. But all in all, not a bad rest. No shock therapy dreams. I know I had some, just can’t remember them. I didn’t however hear my alarm go off. Usually, I hear the vibrations before I hear the song. This morning, I didn’t hear anything until the song kicked in.

It’s a quiet morning here, as it should be, but this week should be pretty busy. We have an appointment on Monday for my gramma, we’re entering the 21st century at Shady Acres in Tuesday when we get WiFi in the house (the WiFi man will be here sometime between 8am-5pm), and it’s my job to make sure all the tablets and phones are hooked up to it.

Wednesday, I believe right now is a free day. Thursday, oil change in my moms truck. Friday is my day. I should have a book in the mail. It’s very weird getting used to no mail delivery on Saturdays.

This coffee tastes very very good this morning. A new book for me will be a good thing. I’m almost done NOS4A2, and as expected, almost finished with Twilight (Bella, Alice, and Jasper just arrived in Phoenix), so I’m in need of a new one very soon.

Happy Sunday, everyone.

A Bugger

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My gramma came out to say good night. She says she knows what I’m going through she said it was really hard when she lost my grandpa and then came to live here. She knows it’s not fair for them. She looked like she was going to cry which makes me want to cry.

Then she said whistfuly, “life’s a bugger”, smiled a little smile, and said good night again.