SATURDAY 1 JULY 2017: 11.00 Up at 7.00. Don’t know why. Another dreary day. Mr. Kitty and Ms. Hallie got breakfast. I got into the TSP documents to learn: THEY TOOK ALMOST 60$ IMMEDIATELY CLAIMING I’M NOT ENTITLED TO USPS CONTRIBUTIONS! QUNTS! – Coopers left, moments ago, in the RV. Not a sound from the Twats’ residence up-stairs. Lovely. – Nothing on my agenda. Though re-post of Grounds-keeper to be done at some point. – I should go back to sleep… but probably won’t. –

Sun.2.July: 6.19 At the kitchen table. It was an ‘early” night last. The rains came, POURING, at about 21.30 and, of course, washed TV reception out. So I went to the shower and then off to bed where, in moments, I was exhausted, mostly due to a tooth-ache, and off to sleep by about 23.15. – As for the remainder of “Satiday”, I’d done nothing for most of it. Andrew DID show to plant the pumpkins so that garden is in. he left, i was about to up-date “Woohauler” and as I worked, Jacquie came. About 15.00, I believe. Sat, had a glass of wine, disappeared over to the “chicken BBQ” for the longest. back by almost 18.00 or so. Brought a dinner for me. The chicken is a bit under-cooked but I ate a bit. She had another wind and by about 19.00, she was off to work and I was back on the recliner. A bit of chicken got stuck in an upper right tooth. PAIN! So I “pulled”, thankfully had some tooth-ache stuff that worked well-enough. – Watched a bit of TV until the signal went and the day was done. – This morning’s intentions: “Woodhauler” and a quick floor-wash. Why? To filla day. No more, no less. She’ll be back… until Tuesday when she’ll go work the day. She’d said something about taking Hallie to the lake today. I’m in no mood for such shit because I’ll be the one expected to entertain and quite frankly, I’m tired of her delegating HER responsibilities to Hallie AND my back isn’t up to all the standing, etc. No place there to sit. oh well. – Skies are going dark again. More rain. It’s been a terribly wet on-set to Summer this year. Time to move on to the computer. Also, re-post Grounds-keeper today. I’m not putting ANYthing on Rouses Point. I know better. – Just another day in shit-hole. – 23.13 I was working on Woodhauler at noon when Jacquie came rolling in! 25 more images to post! They’ll have to wait until Tuesday now. – So I went to the barn, straightened the floor-boards for Mr. Kitty and made it safer for him. next, planted snap dragons, cleaned the folding tables that were used for gardening. Jacquie took Hallie to the lake whilst I worked. As I finished, she returned. I dumped the maggot water out of the Twats’ garbage barrel and put bleach in it. THERE WERE DEAD MICE IN IT! Fucking, bloody miserable slobs! But it’s bleached now. – A little pasta salad and we were on the road. I drove…
OURSES POINT NY!!! ***** Jacquie wanted to go for pizza and ice cream. I suspected it was to see Joanna and David’s house so I did my best to dodge. We had a bit of pasta salad for dinner and some-how got into the truck just to go for ice cream. Well! When we got there, they were having a parade! No going into the village and NO going down Lake Street. We drove around the entire perimeter of Rouses Point and turned round to come back! I suggested crossing into Lacolle and coming back. As we headed to the Overton Corners QC crossing, it was packed! So we just made a U-turn and went back as we’d come. Got to Gino’s. had our ice cream sitting on the tail-gate of the truck. It was both wonderful and disappointing for me. Wonderful to be in NY and disappointing because Rouses Point isn’t so “rural” and the people are no longer “North Country”. Blacks and Latinos have managed to infest it. And no “high calibre”. Anyway, Jacquie decided she wanted to stay for fire-works but needed water for Hallie, so we drove the block to Dollar Gen’l where I spent 7$ on cat food, 2 tins for 1$ and 4$ for a bag of dry. 6 tins! 3$! The tuna in the Fuklin store: 2$ EACH! And now I’m paying to fee the cat that SHE wants in the barn. No prob. Mr. Kitty deserves it. So we parked on the street with direct view of the fire-works. .. In NEW YORK! And she didn’t get to see Joanna and David’s. – Back in shit-hole by almost 23.00.

Mon.3.July: Tough start to the day when again, I tried to help ms. Madame find info on-line about the mower repair place in Enosburgh. She got a “civil face-full” about listening and appreciating when people try to help her. But it all blew by, as usual. She wanted to put both walk mowers into the truck not knowing if the shop was open! Turned out, she didn’t. But we stopped en route to Hannaford’s. The White and rid-on will go in on Wednesday. – 70$ at Hannaford’s. 3 coffees and a PopTarts, box of tea for me. The rest? Her… including a small t-bone steak for us tomorrow (and bones… for Hallie… I’m feeding HER pets. It’s stopped… today.) – back at the house, she took Hallie to the lake. I trimmed the roses along the drive and weeded the back walk. She then went to the fire-works at the lake until 22.30. It’s now 23.55. I’m in bed. No shower. Too fucking tired.

Tue.4.July: 22.40 In bed. Showered. Clean all… ALL. And quite a nice day. – Something broke the berry bush in the back flower-bed last night! – Mme. went to work today. Said she’d be back “5-ish”. Rolled in 16.30. At 18.00, went to show the house at 172. She’d started the BBQ. I had to maintain it, of course. – Finally, steak dinner at about 20.00! She was off to fire-works at the lake until 22.30

Wed.5.July: 21.50 In bed. Showered. – this morning I got the ride-on into the cart, the White into the truck. Both into the shop. The White mower is back! Then up to QC to pick strawberries and dep. 200US (126)! Over 300! – Back by 14.30. – Mme. prepped to go to her “Lis’s” to make and have dinner. Whilst she was gone I ORDERED A NEW PHONE * HOPEFULLY IT’LL GIVE ME MY SKYPE BACK.* – Mme. rolled in at about 20.00 with the White mower! I got right to the back yard, lilies and side-walk! BUT, the Twats are back and parked on the lawn, of course, Mme. Qunt didn’t bother to ask them to move it. I’m planning on an early morning mow tomorrow. – She got told tonight. I see now:
—– I AM THE WORK NIGGER —–
So? Time to behave accordingly: KEEP MY MOUTH SHUT.

Thu.6.July: 23.00 In bed. Showered. Clothes washing. AND WHAT A DAY THIS WAS! Up at 8.00 AFTER RE-ORDERING THE NEW PHONE AT 2.00. (Yes, I got up, went to the computer and placed the order that Best Buy CANCELLED yesterday. FTW.) The phone is en route… TO 5199! (Let’s see what song and dance I get when I tell Lisa tomorrow.) Anyway, by 8.30 I was out the door, mower going. South lawn, front lawn, North side, berries, back yard and garden! THE ENTIRE YARD IS MOWED! Finished at 13.30 and went to cutting the trimmed limbs. Finished ALL at about 16.30! EXHAUSTED! – Mme. left at about 14.00. told me she’d left a message at the Twats’ to move their car and park single in the drive. “If it isn’t done, let me know.” Fuck you. (Mrs. Twat came down today. “Tell Jacquie we have the rent for her.” Fuck you too. None of any of this is my concern. – And so… AGAIN I’ve bought franks for Hallie (5,30$) I can’t have her go with-out just because of “Owner Irresponsibility”. – AND TONIGHT THE MUSCLE SPASMS ARE IN BOTH*THIGHS! POSSIBLE CAUSE: LUMBAR STENOSIS. MY BACK IS SO FUCKED! – Well, another day is shot. But the property looks lovely. –
A HAPPY NIGGER IS A WORKING NIGGER
AND A WORKING NIGGER WILL DO YOU NO HARM.

*Fri.7.July: (at 10.16 on Saturday) THE NEW PHONE ARRIVED! SAMSUNG GALAXY J3. AND YES, I GOT IT UP AND WORKING ON WiFi! GOOD NEWS: SKYPE WORKS OUT-GOING, GOOGLE VOICE WORKS TWO-WAY. BAD NEWS: SKYPE DOESN’T WORK IN IN-COMING. BUT I SEE THAT’S A GLOBAL ISSUE. BLOODY FUCKS. – At about 10.00 I checked the tracking on-line to see “Out for delivery” and bombed over to the P.O. Lisa had already marked it “145”. So I retrieved it (and the mail for the P.O. box which included CONFIRMATION OF CHANGE OFADDRESS FOR TSP TOO!) And so, I spent the ENTIRE day setting-up the new phone for my social media, e-mails, weather, transferring photos and the likes. Yes, the ENTIRE day. I was finishing “Contacts” at 23.00. It’s going to take some adjusting-to since it’s larger than the old phone and the touch is different and such. BUT IT’S HERE! And to think: it was ordered, on-line, at about 2.00 on Thursday morning! Just goes to show what can be accomplished when people actually do as they’re expected. – Aside? No work. No lawn. No shower. No laundry. And no 20.00 report. No shit. No care.

Sat.8.July: 10.53 Woke at 8.00 to a DOWN-POUR! Very nice. No pressure to work. But it seems to have passed, the rain. Oh well. No work today anyway. Fuck. – Every day I wake more tired than I was when I went to bed the night before. – 23.46 In bed. Showered. Lovely, after an almost nothing day. – It POURED WITH RAIN this evening. Too some videos with the phone. Very nice. – I HAVE THE SKYPE 518 RINGING THROUGH! ALL THIS SHIT FOR PHONE SERVICE. BUT I DID IT! = Last wash to dryer and this day and week-end are… FUCKED. DONE.

Sun.9.July: 13.17 The floors are done. House in order. Sun is shining. A beautiful day. And how I miss the days when I could find some place I’d want to go to, even to take a walk. or even just lay in the sun to relax and enjoy. Those days are now so miserably gone. there’s just no joy in even being awake. But the nigger’s done did the work. That’s all that matters. – 19.30 Jammies on and in bed. – Mme. rolled in at about 14.00. Didn’t go shopping so Hallie has no dry food. But Kitty is well-fed so… I took care of one of her pets. – And I’m getting the nigger treatment. Not even a mention of eating. No prob. I need to shed another few pounds. I could have gone to the store but didn’t, except to get a pack of smokes (ON MY CARD!). – Got the 100$ for the lawn-mowing. July paid. – Sun shining. Cool evening. If it doesn’t rain, early mowing in the morning. Tuesday should be nice, but she’s working (for some reason) so, I can take it easy. – The phone is still working. Martha (TX) gave me her number today on fesses-book. Said she’d ring this evening but I’ve no privacy, and I’d like to get some needed sleep anyway. – I must say, it’s a pure delight, having the screen door to this room. – Well, Mme. is sacked on the Royal Recliner and this day is a wrap. s always… FUKKIT.

Mon.10.July (on Tuesday) I woke at 2.00 for some reason. Stayed up until 3.00 when it began to rain! Météo said it would stop by 10.00 so I went back to sleep until about 8.00. Ah, 10.00 and the rain stopped BUT the lawn was wet so I painted on my little Hebrew “reminder”. As I painted, Jacquie brought a letter from Dept. of Labour. THEY’RE PUSHING THE UNEMPLOYMENT SHIT! Research show, they can’t touch Soc.Sec. so they’re screwed. I NEED TO GET OUT OF THIS SHIT-HOLE STATE! – OK. So, by 14.00, sun-shine. OUT THE DOOR. TO THE LAWN AND BY 17.45… THE ENTIRE LAWN WAS MOWED! DAMN! – Showered this even. Tomorrow, Jacquie’s working. Time to make a wash. On Wednesday she has “staff meeting”, on Thursday, back to “normal” and NO LAWN TO BE MOWED! – She’s going to WA on next Tuesday… Dep. 13.01. Ret. Fri, 28 July, 19.55. I’ll have the truck! MUST think of necessary errands AND HOPE FOR NY! – Odd to bed by 21.30. I promised to be up by 6.00 tomorrow to make certain she gets to work. – HEY! I GOT THE ENTIRE LAWN DONE! KEEPING RECORD ON A CALENDAR NOW.

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Tuesday: 25 July: 9.30 It’s been pure HELL! Constant exhaustion. Truly constant exhaustion. At day’s end, I’ve all to do to change into jammies. And yet, the days have been full of chores, and constant motion. It’s all been rather mindless. Just start moving in the morning and doing everything possible to keep in motion. The more I move along, the less I’m aware of my surroundings and pains and fatigue. Head-aches. Legs hurt. Neck hurts. Vision blurred. 14.05 Tried to nap for an hour. Got the water trots today. Can’t figure why though. Thankfully, nothing on the agenda. Just another day. But: Let’s see what I can catch-up with here, just… because…

FOR Tuesday 11.July:
Woke at 6.00 to make sure Jacquie got to work. She did. Left a mess in the kitchen. That got cleaned-up, of course, and to the best of my recollection, it was a day of “nothing” for me. I’ve resolved to do as little as possible in her absence.

FOR Wednesday.12 July:
———————————- Helped Dickie cut limbs. 12$.

FOR Thursday 13.July:
Thankfully I took photos so I have that record. Jacquie went to work and I got “busy” around the place. – Cleaned-up round the phone shed flower bed. Dug up a HUGE burdock from the corner and planted her snapdragons that have been all but wasting away in the flats on a table in the yard. Removed a tiller, HEAVY, and some wood from in front of the barn. Planted the borage that too, was wasting away. Very neat and tidy. Wood in-side the barn door and cement blocks out-side to make getting in and out easier. Mostly for feeding the cat (which I KNOW she won’t do when I’m gone from here. At least I try.)

FOR Friday 14.July:
Busy day today. Got the rest of the plants off the table. Some sage into a nice pot, tomatoes into large planters from the green-house. – A horrible night of banging up-stairs. – But my laundry and shower done.

FOR Saturday 15.July:
Shabbat. And so… nothing.

FOR Sunday 16.July:
—————————- (A day missing… from memory.)

FOR Monday 17.July:
From 10-14.00 I mowed ALL of 5199 and for the last of it, did so in the RAIN! No sooner had I done WITH THE WHITE MOWER… the call came, the ride-on was ready. Mme. was in the house all day so she witnessed the mowing AND saw me, soaking wet from rain BUT EXPECTED ME TO JUST MOVE ALONG AND HOOK THE CART TO THE TRUCK TO GO FETCH THE MOWER! NOPE! I offered to go during the week but she rant the shop and asked them to deliver! FINE WITH ME… FUCKTARD. So, I showered, to clean me and get the chill out of my bones. Watched a touch of TV, only to be social and went to bed!

FOR Tuesday 18.July:
Up at 5.30 and did nothing other than my best to keep out of the way whilst Mme. prepped to LEAVE FOR HER HOLIDAY IN WASHINTON. By about 10.30 we were out for BTV. Flight at 13.00. She drove. A stop for gas across from the aeroport. Coming out, she beaded for Williston! I said nothing. back to aeroport where she pulled in front of the terminal and got out. Didn’t want me to wait with her. I don’t know why but I gave her a hug and “Bon Voyage”. She went in. Hallie and I returned to the house where I went down for a NAP! At least 8 days of no arguing… or having to listen to bull-shit!

FOR Wednesday 19.July:
———————————- (Another day missing… because I’d stopped writing in the Journal and by the time I got to “recap”, couldn’t remember a damned thing about the day. THIS is what I’ve come to! Fucking slipping away here! Total SHIT, this.)

FOR Thursday 20.July:
SPOKE WITH EV!!! – FS INTERVIEW WITH “TINA”. – Photos for reference on this notes here. I saw the mess in the garden! Andrew is a common fucktard. SO… AFTER a morning of “cleaning” the grass from the berry bushes in the yard and moving the 3rd row into rows 1 and 2 (because there were few healthy plants in row 3 and empty spaces in the rows 1 and 2… not to mention, it makes mowing easier) I cultivated 3 rows of vegetables AND STRAWED 6 ROWS OF SQUASH and such! The straw was WET AND HAVY BUT IT’S DONE! – Sent photos of the garden work to Mme. Reply? *Please put the benches back out front. (I’d removed them to the porch on Monday when I mowed and, for the 2nd time, Phil refused to move) because Guy told her, when she’d seen him at the post office on Tuesday that Phil is “sad”. QUNT! My reply: When THEY mow, THEY can return them. Ah… the shit hit. I sent my calcs: Curtis charges 35$ per mow at 172; Hallie’s boarding 75$ per; house-cleaning 25$ per; at 10$/hour, I put in at least 30 hours weekly; my contributions perm month equal 1840$. Reply: “Don’t do any more work.” And again I note: QUNT!

For Friday 21.July:
BUSY DAY! Got a good start to the day by 10.00. Hallie into the truck and on the road! First stop, McCuin’s where after they ran about the place for almost 20 minutes, the idiot hands me a tube to put into the tyre for the “Cecil Cart”, Mme. told me that Cecil used to bring tyres there to be repaired. me? Hand me the tube and they’re done. Yeah, well, fine. Next? Walmart… FOR ME! Bath soap, face cream/sun-block, and TWO spray cans of Degree! Yes, I splurged with my little bit of cash o’mine but all necessities. That done, into St.A. to Beverage Mart to return enough empties to bring a total of 9,30$! At 6 cents: 155! Some were mine, so I deducted MY share, but most went to Mme. No prob. But the empties are gone from the porch! And up the road to Hannaford’s for food… for me and franks for Hallie (in spite of being told “Don’t do any more work.” by the Qunt.) En route back to the compound, a stop at Pauline’s to fill the 5-gal. container, gas for mowers. I PAID 10$. I GOT 9,30$ NO CHANGE! BUT… NOT MY MONEY SO I DON’T GIVE A FUCK! AH, AND by about 14.00 we were back and settled… UNTIL_____
MY RING, FROM WHITE PLAINS ROAD, WAS MISSING! GONE! NOT ON MY FINGER! NO IDEA HOW IT COULD HAVE BEEN LOST, SAVE, HAVING BEEN PULLED OFF AS I WORKED IN THAT BLOODY-FUCKING GARDEN YESTERDAY… MAYBE WHEN I REMOVED MY WORK GLOVES! FUUUUUUUCK! Well? Now at the lowest level of pure Hell, or so I thought… NEXT comes a text message from Mme. Qunt: SHE AGREED TO SELL THE FUCKING CANOE FOR 550$! NOT THE 600$ SHE’D SHINE DABOUT! AND SO I GET NOTHING FOR AHULING IT FROM PORCH TO TABLE AND BACK FOR 2 SUMMERS, NOR FOR PAINTING THE “FOR SALE” SIGN. AND, OF COURSE, I’M EXPECTED TO BE PRESENT TO CONDUCT THE SALE THAT SHE AGREED TO VIA TEXT WITH THIS “JOHN” FELLOW! – By 19.30, I was rotting inside, in the BOWELS OF HELL! Got on-line, looked-up liquor stores, all of which closed at 20.00! Grabbed the truck key, got Hallie and, in flip-flops, HIT THE ROAD for Enosburgh! V-TON TONIGHT! FUKKIT! FUKKIT! FUKKITALL! And we made it! – Back at the compound, a hefty beverage! Hey! I’d even helped “John” put the canoe on his truck. he left an envelope on the kitchen table. I taped it shut. Didn’t bother to even look at the contents. FUCKING SHIT. If it’s short, no matter what, I’ll be accused of theft anyway. that’s how these fucking shit-bags are here. So? Why bother? I know I simply taped the envelope. FUCK THE REST OF THEM! I DON’T CARE ANY MORE! SHIT-BAGS! ALL!

FOR Saturday 22.July:
FIRST THING THIS MORNING, ROUND ABOUT 7.00, I WAS IN THE GARDEN… HAND CULTIVATOR AND THE LITTLE GARDEN TROLLY, DIGGING AND SIFTING THROUGH THE PILES OF WEEDS, CAREFULLY CHECKING TO FIND MY RING! MOVE ALONG THE ROWS OF TOMATOES, TILTING THE CAGES NOT CARING ABOUT THE PLANTS, PULLING WEEDS, SIFTING THROUGH THE STRAW… NOTHING FOUND! BY ABOUT 11.00 I WAS DONE… DISGUSTED! NO RING *AND* MORE WORK DONE ON A GARDEN THAT MEANS NOTHING TO ME! DOING SOMEBODY ELSE’S WORK AGAIN! BUT I DECIDED TO CHECK THE HOUSE, JUST IN CASE THE RING HAD COME OFF ON THE PORCH OR WHEN I SHOWERED. FINDING NOTHING, I DECIDED TO HAVE AT THE “LITTLE ROOM”… THOROUGHLY! GOT A UTILITY LIGHT FROM THE GARAGE (BECAUSE IT’S FUCKING DARK IN THAT ROOM) AND BEGAN BY PULLING THE BED APART. THERE, ON THE FLOOR, UNDER THE FUCKING BED… THE RING!!!!! So at long last, I went to the barn, brought in a piece of plywood, put it between the mattress and box-spring and shoved it against the fucking wall to block the space where things fall and disappear. The carpet got a strong Hoovering too! But, the RING IS BACK! – I napped. Exhausted.

FOR Sunday 23.July:
BOTH, 5199 AND 172 LAWNS GOT MOWED TODAY… RIDE-ON!!! I GOT THE FUCKING TUBE INTO THE CART TYRE (and noticed it’s clearly marked “TUBELESS”). QUITE THE JOB, BUT DONE. – And the pansy broker came for the key to show 172… showed at the house as I was eating my meal… early. BUT AFTER I’d mowed! – Each lawn took about 90 minutes and as I did 172 I listened to my music. I made a deep pocket on the T-shirt I wear, to hold the iPod! Lawn-mowing… my ESCAPE!

FOR Monday 24.July:
Pretty much a “nothing” day. Mostly napping on and off, now and then, an hour or more at a time. lately I’m CONSTANTLY EXHAUSTED! TO THE POINT OF PAIN! – Note-worthy: That “John” wants to buy the old drafting table for 75$. Another text from the Qunt. I told her he’ll have to get it off the porch… I’m physically unable. No more fucking NIGGER-WORK for her. IT’S THE END! of the bull-shit. – Hair-cut Day Today! At last!

TO WRAP TUESDAY, 25 JULY ON WEDNESDAY, 26 JULY AT 11.15:
A rainy start to the day. Recycling went out this morning. – At about 15.00, the sun broke through. I’ve resolved to spend as little time as is possible around Mme. Qunt and will get back to making a kippa or more. So… Hallie into the truck and off to Walmart for crochet thread and hooks! The thread was on sale. Black and white. The 6$ set of hooks rang at 1$! The to JoAnn Fabrics for blue thread. Next stop, Hannaford’s for pasta for me, Ramen in case I can return to those “meals” in the little room (in relative peace). I truly am fed-the-fuck-up with all of this general bull-shit! A quick stop at Pauline’s for mower gas (since I’d emptied the other into the Subaru… about 3 gals or so) and back to the compound by about 17.00. Pasta and black beans dinner. Reminded me of NY. – Mr. Kitty isn’t eating, and breaks my heart. He obviously likes my company but is fearful of Hallie. And Hallie’s as stupid as her “mother”… un-educable. This place is one, huge Wingdale! But I doubt I’ll be able to tolerate much more. The constant fatigue and exhaustion is depression. I need to … GO HOME!

OH! ON THURSDAY THE 20TH
-FS “Tina” rand me. Interview done. FS approved again.
-SPOKE WITH EVE! I RANG HER IN WAUBEKA! HAD A MOST DELIGHTFUL CHAT FOR ABOTU 30 MINUTES! (I didn’t get into the bull-shit of here.)
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Wed.26.July: 11.40 AND… caught up on this sunny morning! Caught-up. Fed-up. Pissed-off. And exhausted. Nothing more I intend to do with this day. Hoping to mow both lawns tomorrow (or, at least 5199 and then get to 172 on Sunday, if the Qunt is about. her work sched. changes. She’ll be around Friday, Saturday (ends my Shabbat rest!) and Sunday. Goes to work on Monday. Returns on Thursday. Oh well. – Meanwhile, new philosophy for me:
DO THAT WHICH BRINGS PEACE TO YOUR OWN SOUL
AND BE CONSOLED BY YOUR GOOD WORK AND ACCOMPLISHMENTS.
REMEMBER:
VALIDATION FROM WITH-IN IS ALL THAT MATTERS.
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21.31 In bed. Showered. Skipped 2 nights of shower so tonight is refreshing, even after a day of much napping. – Another evening of what sounded like the little Twat jumping off his bed. My body JOLTS from it and ceiling lights clink. Let them destroy this place. I just can’t care. – Forecast: rain tonight, storms in the morning. Hopefully mowing in after-noon. – Mme. will return to 550$ plus 75$. 625. (If I get any, no doubt she’ll throw 100 at me, as she did when I sold the splitter for 1250$. Qunt.) – I say no more.

Thu.27.July: 9.22 Only just up and dressed on this wet morning. Hey! The “bed board” paid off! My glasses fell during the night and, if not for the board, would have been on the floor. I did good. But now? To hope for clearing skies and drying breezes. Lawns to be mowed. – And as always: Fuck this place and its people. – My back is sore. Mme. will return tomorrow. Stress and depression. – 22.54 Showered, In bed. V-Ton. Clothes in washer. BOTH LAWNS MOWED SHORT. 4 HOURS’ WORK. 15-19.00 There’ll be no gratitude. In fact, I expect to be tossed. – Drafting table is gone. Canoe and table. All while Mme. Qunt was away… again. – broke down. 2 packs smokes at the store. Patty asked about the benches. I was most blunt about it, in front of Jason Vailancourt. Rumours will fly! Fuck them all! – And now I wait for the wash to finish, have my V-Ton and enjoy my last night of Peace. – SHELTER MODE!

Black Friday 28 July: 10.00 Lawns are mowed. House in order. Only floors need to be done. I’ve no doubt that utter bull-shit will commence immediately this evening and if not tonight, there are 2 days coming where it can pour freely. And these past days? Not really peaceful because they’re “here”, and knowing what is to come makes every heart-beat laboured. But good work was done. I know that to be a fact. Appreciation? My own. None will come externally. I remember, this morning, when almost 6 years ago, Janice admonished: “I don’t know who told you Vermonters are nice people. They’re NOT!” How ell I know that now. – Thoughts this morning? Well, if there’s any sort of “shortage” in the cash in the 2 envelopes from “John”, 550 for the canoe and 75 for the table… I’ll be blamed. No, I didn’t even open either. So indeed, I’ll be fucked. As for the sales? I doubt I’ll receive anything for my efforts. and if I do, mere pittance will be rudely tossed AT me. – Another thought… the doors to the loo and the little room got sanded down but are sticking again. it’s not “swelling”. I suspect the house is shifting in that corner. The door frames should have been steel. Oh well. – I suspect there’ll be great whining about the garden because, aside from the work of weeding and laying straw that I did, it’s been abandoned. – The benches out front will be a source of contention. I’ve the mind to simply put them back and when I mow in future, simply mow all EXCEPT that corner. Obviously the locals notice my work. The comments on 5225 have been made. mayhaps it’s time to make a statement from 5199 now, let it too, simply decay as is so be-fitting this town… this state. – Well, the morning passes. Sun shining. Nice breeze. calm before the chaos. Tough times and rough roads ahead. Maybe this “sick feeling”, head-ache, nausea, body aches, general malaise is rabies. It was 24 May when Kitty took a good “grab and bite”. General incubation is 3-8 weeks. Thankfully, there’s no “cure”. And on this topic I’ll simply re-note Mme. Qunt’s remark when she saw the blood on my arm: “You better make sure kitty doesn’t have anything.” – Time to get active here. By 17.00 I’ll need to be on the road. –
Well! (on Saturday 29 July 18.49) I got the floors all done and as I finished came a phone message from American Airlines: CONNECTION FROM PHILA CANCELED! BOOKED ON FLIGHT TOMORROW! Mme. was just landing in PHILA when I got her on her mobile. She’d not been informed! I took to Twitter. #75yearoldwidow. They responded. As it went, Mme. went to a “Microtel” and out to dine and drink. I belaboured the issue on Twitter, chats with Mme. were pleasant enough. What-the-fuck-ever. – Showered and to bed by about mid-night. I offered to drive down to fetch her. She declined. Fine.

Sat.29.July: 18.57 On the porch. The Qunt is at mass. – Got Hallie into the truck after waking at 6.00, coffee and shower, breakfast for dog and cat. 8.40 on the road. Cramps! Got to the airport by 9.30, ran to loo to shit and by the time I’d done, Mme’s place arrived. Got her into the truck and drove to the house. back by about noon. She freshened and headed out the door to some wedding. you can see the emptiness in Hallie’s eyes! So happy to see the old bitch who then leaves her again. Fuck. So Hallie and I napped from 13-15.30. Qunt returned at about 17.00… had coffee, tossed the mail, beaded out to commune with Jesus BUT NOT BEFORE TOSSING 100$ TO ME “FOR THE WORK DONE WITH THE CANOE”! I KNEW IT! I NAILED IT! AND… FUCK IT! (Now, there better be another 100 come rent receipt time… TWO FUCKING LAWNS NOW!)

Sun.20.July: 6.47 9° and the morning sun is only just at the Cooper house. Chilly mornings and later sun-rises already. And I can’t seem to remember “Summer” having happened. – Very “achy” this morning. But reality is, save the dry Ramen before sleep last night, and 2 coffees all day… oh well. Not important. – How charming to wake to a toilet of pee and tissues again. this morning. This “not flushing”… SO “Third World”. – Waiting for the sun to reach the back yard. A bit of weeding there, pitching more straw on Kitty’s little “shelter”. just some “busy work” in the hopes of avoiding the Qunt. Honestly… Margot used to “give” 1$ to delivery people and think herself “charitable”. This one’s got a job and boasts that her 401k recovered 3500$ in about 4 months and tosses 100$… at me, believing Jesus love her. Well, I’m quite thankful there’s bits of work to do… to pass the time and keep her away. And although, if pressed, nobody in town would admit to it, the ALL SEE who does the work here and how well. PLEASE, BY ALL MEANS, GET ME OUT OF THIS SHIT-HOLE! And so another day begins. – 18.32 Showered. Jammies. Bed. ’twas a FULL day. – By 8.00 I was in the yard at 5199 to week and cultivate the black and raspberries. Immediately got Cecil’s cart going, got loppers, hand-saw, 2 bottles Gatorade and music (that I never listened to) and rode to 172. By 11.00 I was sawing at the apple tree. Large limbs down. Next, to the lilac, lop and saw. On to the tree in the front. Then the front lilac. And the small tree in the back. (Photos to be posted to Woodhauler!) When I got back to 5199 (at about 15.20) Mme. was gone to her show. Simple note “I have gone to Enosburgh”. Nothing more I put the cart, mower and wheel-barrows NEATLY in the barn. Mr. Twat’s car is now on the lawn, blocking the truck cart. If need be, I’ll mow AROUND BOTH. NO more bull-shit. – Filled Hallie’s tub. Re-potted the avocado. SHOWER-TIME… AFTER a trip to the store for bread. Nuked 4 franks. Ate 3. One to Hallie. Dishes done AND SHOWER AT LAST! – Mme. returned at about 18.00. I suggested gravelling of benches. Can get gravel from 172. She agreed. Chore for the week. Friday she’ll be off work. I’ll mow then. Right now she’s taken Hallie swimming. Asked if I wanted to go. I said I’m going to sleep. (Hey. I’m the House Nigger, not a “friend”. I’m done with the bull-shit.) And now, at 18.50, as the day draws to a close and the Twats rev-up with their nightly bull-shit banging, I’m hoping to get under the covers and sleep through until tomorrow. – Mr. Kitty is out for the night. Tomorrow I can be busy with pitching more hay on his shelter. poor little precious cat.

Mon.31.July: (on Tues. 9.25) Well, it began well-enough anyway… sun, coolish. And all the extra hay in the barn got piled onto Kitty’s shelter… first thing in the morning, in avoidance. The area got swept nicely too. Immediately next up: Work on gravel round the fucking benches! And quite the unexpected pain the arse with THAT! The ground in the area is packed! Roots all through. And the fucking cart stalled-out in front of Cooper’s en route to 172. Got to 172, 5x5gal buckets (probably 10 gal. but…) of gravel to 5199. Got the grass dug, fave Mme. a bit of “what for”, reiterating that THAT bench-work is NOT a labour of love and, of course, as I worked, she left. (Although she also left behind 2 tins of Twisted Tea and 2 packs of smokes. Imagine that.) no sooner did she leave when BANG! Drenching rain! Turning dirt to mud and soaking everything. It lasted only moments and when done, I continued. Levelled the dirt, laid the plastic, and the 5 buckets of gravel gave only one side edge of the area. I see at least 30 buckets and 6 trips to cover… AND the fucking cart decided “NoGo” of course. It was after 20.00 when I pushed it into the barn after trying carb/choke cleaner. The air filter was FULL of oil too. I washed it a touch but had to push the fucker into the barn anyway. – meal at 20.30? 3 eggs, half’n’half, sugar. Egg nog? Not hungry, really. Fucking pissed. – Chit-chatty text messages to Mme. with pictures to document work. – She left clothes in the dryer and the dryer door open. So shit out, my clothes in. Shower me. 20 minutes of “Hannity”, 10 minutes of “Carlson” and by 23.165… Bed at last! – I’ve got a tooth-ache again, upper right. A bit of “pulling” today. It does help. And other-wise? Tooth-pain, neck pain, shoulder pain, back pain… I’m working until the Peace of Death comes. And right now, I don’t care “where”. just let it be soon, sharp, immediate… eternal.