Mon.01.Apr: SHIT! APRIL ALREADY and here the fuck I am... STILL! - 9.52 after a night of SPASMS again and waking at 9.30, feeling run-over and run-down. How charming. Popped out for a smoke, took a photo of the ***** SNOW ***** which is, once again, giving that lovely “Winter glow” to the room as the brilliant “Winter sun” beams in a clear blue sky, and the wind blasts against the house in the -4° of this “Spring” day. Right. Fine. And Minou? Very affectionate this morning. He's up in his bed as I type after a rather demanding cuddle. So much for the day. Just so much for the “Spring” we had... yesterday. But, I'm coffee'ed, dressed and the day roll along. There's nothing more to be said. Just nothing more to be said. - 10.47 Had a trip to the WC as HLS is in the loo. Got March onto the Journals and am now posting this morning's “news” with photo. Charming. It passes the time... indeed it does. - Sent a photo to Dorothy (text) and one to Denis... Found a couple of “Downing Park” post card images on the phone... sent 2 to Denis. And... that's that and now to post this, get April running and... “WTAF” to follow. - 10.56 EVERYTHING is up-dated... even April has begun on BOTH Journals. - NEXT? (Nobody gives a shit.) - 11.24 Some Black moron named “John” from MintMobile rang just now. Asked me all sorts of questions, took the debit card number and then... THEN tells me that because a phone came with my order, the matter of a refund has to go through something called “Q1” and that he'd send an e-mail with further instructions. Oh yeah? He did send an e-mail but... as usual, it gave NO pertinent information AND it has all sorts of statements saying that the LATEST a refund could be paid is “14 days” after receipt! Well? I sent “John's” e-mail off to the AG's office, copying MintMobile “service”. These fuckers are going to give it their best to avoid giving me my money back! Well? *I* need the money more than they do and... we shall see. I'll fight this, even on principal alone. We'll see how far *I* have to go for a complete refund. - 16.59 And.. the house goes what-ever. She's off. But what I MUST say is that the kitchen is about immaculate! Looks like she DID pay attention to the remarks I've made about her “house-keeping”. I'm rather impressed... With BOTH of us. - 19.46 OK. So we're all in from a stroll round the house. I checked the yard again. There's a bit of work to be done with all the fencing. There's a LOT of leaves on the ground, especially out front, that will require a bit of mowing... when-ever they dry out enough. I look at the pine that she says she wants down and can't help but think of how quick and easy it would be to take it down... now, before leaves come to the maples. But knowing her and how she functions, nothing will be done until it's more difficult AND she'll pay HIGHLY. Give ME a fucking chain saw! It's really THAT easy. None of my business. - So for today's “nourishment”, I've finished the pasta I got last week. It was quite a lot but... butter, pepper, some cheese... done. And the dishes are washed. Too much carbs though. I fell asleep on the recliner for and HOUR AND A HALF! So now, I need to shower. No laundry-washing tonight. Hopefully in bed not later than 22.00 (23.00 at the latest.) Tomorrow, I have to get the recycling out and me to the Chevy place. I've a feeling the oil change is going to be more than the 60USD I have in cash. thankfully, there's the “emergency” 20s. Let's hope it doesn't come to that. Other-wise, it'll go onto the USD card. - After that, Sutton for smokes and a visit to Luce sur la montagne. I've volunteered to drop off 2 boxes that she had delivered to here. Why not? I'll be up that way anyway. I just have to remember how to get across from Sutton to Freligburgh and up the mountain. Then... come back via W. Berkshire or something of the sort. Such fun? - Right now, I'm almost tired enough to get to bed but don't want to be up too early. - It's cold out there but it was just warm enough during the day to get rid of last night's snow. Yay(?) or not what-ever. - 22.44 SHOWERED! DONE! Got to plan the route for tomorrow and then... BED! Ready or not! - 23.12 Map planned. Got a response on a place in Champlain. Found 2 on the List. 700 each. Sent a reply to the e-mail response. Will check the other. But for now... time for a nap... hopefully.

Tue.02.Apr: 7.07 and up at 6.54 and rolling along. Coffee. Smoke. The little ones are out. The sky is clear. I'm half-dressed (shirt on). And yes, I'm tired. Laid in the bed for about 2 hours, not asleep. A few slight spasms in the feet, mostly. I was still awake when I had to pee. So that was at about 1.00 this morning. After that is when I finally fell asleep. Oh well. At least I'm awake. Hopefully I'll have the stamina to pull the rest of the day. And, at least it's not bitter horridly cold out there. - My front teeth... a concern. Seems there's a bit more “space” at the gum-line. Oh... well... Dental check to come... and money out the window. Of course. No sense thinking about it. If it has to be done... it has to be done. - On with the day. I only hope the teeth hold. - 11.15 Got to Chevy at about 9.15 and am JUST getting back to the hole (because I HAD to use the loo!) But, they changed the oil, did a “lube” AND the “Free Check” that I get with AAA! All's well EXCEPT something about a “transmission cooler line starting to leak”. WTF? I just had a cooling thing done... at “Integrity”. Yeah? Well... There wasn't a big deal made of it and the guy said the truck's in great condition (except the rust). He has an '04 with 330k on it. Good to know. Anyway... 42,20USD. Not bad... for the reassurance. - Now, the little ones are out, I'm done with the loo. Next? Off to Sutton and the Pinnacle. Away we go! (I'm SO fucking tired this morning! ) - 18.58 Believe it or not... By about noon, I was back out the door and en route to Sutton. Zipped to Richford and up to Sutton where smokes have gone UP... by 70-cents on the carton. Hmmm.... Well, that's bound to happen, especially in light of the fact that in the U.S., gas is back up to about 3,00/gal. Of course! People will be travelling, buying, and losing money because of bull-shit. Still, it's cheaper to get the smokes in Sutton so... Next, off to IGA for “Crustinis” for tonight and tomorrow (4 each night, 2 pkgs. ea.), 4 containers of Liberté yoghurt (because they don't have Krema), 2 for me and 2 “pumpkin” for HLS (or 1 for HLS, depending). Vachon... the cakes and yoghurt were on sale. Nice. - Done... and back on the road to... LUCE! Down the main to des Églises to Érable to Richford to... I think I may have gotten to Luce's at about 13.30 or 14.00 and was SO warmly recieved. Gave her the boxes and she made WONDERFUL coffee and we sat and talked... about language, history, customs, all sorts of things! It was a delight... BUT until 16.00 or a bit later! WOW! The BEST that came out of it all was that HLS hasn't poisoned THEM against me with all sorts of BS AND... LUCE SAID THAT THEY (from up there) NOTICE THAT, SINCE I'VE BEEN HERE, THE PLACE IS MORE IN ORDER AND CLEANER! SO! IT IS BEING NOTICED. We chatted about the abuse that HLS has taken from family and Luce said that it's good that I've come along for HLS. How nice to hear. And I'm welcome back any time. - Crossing back? SNAP! Done. And in the hole again by about 16.45 to serve dinner... to me and to the little ones. By then, I was SO exhausted from the day! Not enough sleep. Not enough to eat or drink. And the anxieties over the truck. But... It was a delightful day, warm and sunny. WONDERFUL! - Now, I get back, there's a voice message... from the fucks at MintMobile: THEY'RE SENDING ME A NEW PHONE! IT WASN'T QUITE 17.00 AND I PHONED BACK TO GET A RECORDING SAYING THEY'RE OPEN UNTIL 17.00. FUCKING LIARS ALL ROUND! SO I LEFT A MESSAGE SAYING NO NEW PHONE, GIVE ME THE MONEY BY END OF THE WEEK OR I'LL SEE THEM IN LOCAL COURT. I'll call and leave the message again tomorrow. - So I've eaten, 4 Crustinis and a yoghurt. Snoozed about 30 minutes on the recliner. Had a smoke. Did my “dinner dish”. Jammies in the washer and accounts reconciled. It's going to be an early night. Tomorrow, I need to get the rear-view button for the truck and then check to see about the windshield. I'm going to have to get at least 100USD from the CAD account for that with the way finances are going... unless I get the 100 from HLS out of Dimballs' rent again. We shall see how it runs along. - 21.55 And... SHOWERED! MAYBE tonight will be a better night for ... “sleep”...? I can only hope. Tomorrow has nothing pressing except garbage to the curb. I reconciled the accounts and could actually (though barely) get the wind-shield replaced this week. I'll have to ponder that. As for the “leaking transmission cooling line”... I see that I could, if I wanted, replace/repair that m'self. Don't want. But it shouldn't be expensive to have done. (The “labour” costs will kill but.. it shouldn't be much more than 100USD.) So there we have the day. - Another carton of smokes. Food for tomorrow evening. I suppose all is rather “well” enough. - And today's chat with Luce was helpful to me. She'd also commented that HLS looks “happy”, something they haven't seen in a long while. So maybe... I don't know, but Luce and the family believe I have something to do with it. How nice is that? (Meanwhile, on the U.S.-side, they behave as if I'm a shit-bag. No prob. Fukkem.) - I've got one more smoke coming this evening and then, TRY for sleep. MAYBE I'll be able to get up tomorrow and get something done round here? (There's a day or 2 more of cold weather coming... most of it... rain. But 'tis the season for rain.) - Oh, and Hallie and Mimou and I took a stroll this evening. VERY lovely indeed. - 23.26 Going to bed NOW! But had to note: IMAGINE THIS... G's ON MINDS WON A 5-TOKEN “CAPTION” PRIZE! G's! YAY!

Wed.03.Apr: 8.27 and I was up at 8.04 to the sound of “HELLO!”. Mimou. And, so far, I've served breakfast and re-filled water bottles... along with having my coffee and such. Next? Clothes and garbage. Enough sleep? I shouldn't think. I was still awake at 1.00 this morning. Just could NOT get to sleep no matter how I tried. Oh well. Of course not. Night. Sleep. Nope. But come the dawning of the day and it's all “Nap time”. “Life”. Well? On with it. I'm mobile... un-like my phone service. Such fun. - 3° now. High of 9. Tonight... -1 with chance of... yep... “neige”. No double digits until Sunday. Then, 3 days of those and back to “our regularly-scheduled” weather. Again I say... Such fun. - 9.30 Garbage out, including the “rug” from the green-house (which needs cleaning... on the list). - 10.23 Just making a note to self: Just found Hallie out front drinking some kind of “melt” or “run-off” from the back end of a Vailancort tanker parked out front of the house. So now we get to watch and see... IF she gets sick. - 19.45 WELL! THE WINDS BLEW! THE SNOW FELL! ALMOST HAIL-LIKE SNOW! The the skies cleared. We all had “dinner” and... THE WINDS BLEW! THE SNOW FELL! ALMOST HAIL-LIKE SNOW! Then... the skies cleared, I went out to get the post, cut the dead limbs from one of the lilacs on the South lawn and cut those limbs down to “stove-size” and stacked them in the kitchen fire-wood bins to dry out. NEXT... HOOVERED! The floors are Hoovered AND now, mopped. - BUT... I DISCOVERD HALLIE CHEWING ON SOME KIND OF SOMETHING THAT SLIGHTLY RESEMBLES SOME KIND OF SUET BUT NOT REALLY. SMELLS ALMOST CHEMICAL! After this morning's incident with her licking that run-off from that truck out front, I tell you, I'm at the end of my entire “patience” line! Couple that with Mimou not eating... Yeah... I've had all I can take of this shit today. - But the floors are done, dishes gone, evidence of my presence in the kitchen, gone. OK! - One REALLY INTERESTING NOTE: AN E-MAIL FROM THE A.G.'s OFFICE: THEY'RE CONSIDERING “CRMINAL INVESTIGATION” OF MINT MOBILE! I've sent a most “kind” and “grateful” and “detailed” THANK YOU back, enumerating my driving efforts and all other efforts made to establish service and mentioning how this has destroyed my faith and confidence and such. Let's see... as we shall. They wouldn't help with the “embezzlement”. Let's see what they accomplish with this matter. - Anyway, I sent 2 photos of that “thing” Hallie was gnawing, to HLS asking if SHE knows what it is and telling her that I discovered Hallie chewing on it. Let's see how THAT turns out. (I don't expect to get a reply any much time before mid-night, at which hour I hope to be IN BED ASLEEP! FUCK! - And so... there's one more trip out for Hallie tonight (so she doesn't pee on the bed or floor... though I wouldn't be surprised if she doesn't shit or vomit and I don't/can't care at the moment). And there's me to the shower, some quick lavage of mes clothes and... this fucking farce is DONE! I can hardly wait. - 23.04 Well. I'm showered and clean. Clothes in dryer. Under-thingies in wash. And... rather as expected, message from HLS about the “mystery thing”: Just before I headed to the shower (22.28) came the confirmation that it's something she'd given Hallie last week and Hallie took it out-side. It's a “kind of a chew”. So! Ms. Hallie got my sincere apologies and her “kind of a chew” back. Relief for me! - And so, the floors are done. A bit of yard-work got done. Things are settling and so too, am I. And I'm pondering a v-ton tonight. Why? Why not? (Though I am concerned about alcohol and my front teeth... the space in the gum-line seems larger. Sad, really, because, with all the brushing they've gotten lately, they're looking rather clean... until, of course, I have coffee. But I made another clench-guard this evening. It's a bit “tight”, but hopefully it'll be fine. I need a fresh one. The others are a bit “stained” from the soaking in Listerne.) - Anyway... another few days of peace end tomorrow. I believe she'll be working Sunday again (oh that money). In any event, I've nothing planned for the coming days (other than working some more, in the room, on the images). So? So. So there. - Hopefully tonight will grant me sleep through (I'm doubting that) and tomorrow will be a “delightful” day. - The wind is still slamming about tonight though... but clear skies above. What-ever.

Thu.04.Apr: 1.23 Time! Got caught in the v-ton (2) and soc.med. Here's hoping for sleep! - The wind's like hurricane force out there. Skies go from clear to cloudy. Not “too” cold but... the WIND! - 7.58 Yes, I woke of my own accord, and Hallie came RUSHING in at 7.47 so I was “UP”! Quite the morning already. Breakfast is served. Coffee. Smoke. The whole “routine”. Done. And now, I'd like, very much, to go back to bed. But the sun is shining. The birds are chirping. The WIND is blowing. And, it's chilled... again. Not expected to get too much warmer than it is at the moment. No prob. Nothing “pressing” on the agenda. Maybe, if I get the notion, I'll clean the green-house? Or something or another. And I keep thinking that this morning's “drag” is the 2 v-tons, but the fact of it all is: it's really no different from any other morning. True. So? So... on I go. Though I am rather really tired this morning. Never mind. Off we go. On we go. Kadima. - 10.44 Just in from bracing the door to the green-house, open. With all the bees that were in there last Summer, I tend to think of “European Hornets”... and I want it to get cold enough to kill them off... and anything else than might be in there. I KNOW that nobody round here will understand but... I'd LIKE to clean it out, but I'll be damned if I'll try with-out taking SOME precautions. And I went to the post. Nothing for me. I'm thankful for that. No bills. No threats. No fucking useless phone from “Mint”. OK! - But THE WIND! THE WIND! THE WIND! AND IT'S A COLD WIND! Knocks the breath right out of the lungs (which, in my case, probably don't hold much anyway). It's quite amazing! Were it a warm wind, it wouldn't be so bad but it's COLD! - Thought of moving the truck but... nope. Not in this wind. It's in a safer place right now and that's where it's staying. Time I started thinking more about ME and less about “THEM”. - Stomach's “off” this morning. Just had a BM and it doesn't help. Oh well. - Pondering another “canvass” for the bed. As a “nap blanket”. If I need to “escape” during the day... perhaps. - And as I type, the WIND is literally howling in through the door to the porch. There's a definite “gap” in there. But I'm not going to do anything about it. I'm tired of “repairing” this place... Which reminds me: I have to ring a potential flat at some point. Champlain. I'm not thrilled about it. First floor. Up-stairs is a “single” guy. Next is the daughter of the owner and her “boyfriend”. The owner claims it's peaceful. I'm leery. Hey! I'm in no particular “MUST” at the moment... there's time to look. - 12.58 and she's rolled in... as I was dozing off. Oh well... no nap. - 22.10 OK. The night has come. I just heard her head to the loo. The day is done. Me? Nothing but the rest of the Vachon to “eat” all day. - Note: Her first comment when she finally made it to the door to the room: She's planning to go to “The Wall” (Jerusalem) in November! Imagine that! I wonder who she thinks is going to be around to watch the house... in November. That was, pretty much, the only chatting we did. She DID, how-ever, knock on the door at about 18.30 to ask if I wanted to watch a political “town-house”. I declined. - As for naps? Didn't really get any. By 19.00 I was SO ready to go to bed... but didn't, of course, and now that it's time to go to bed, I'm extremely tired but, as usual, don't want to. - The rest of the evening? Multiple episodes of “QI”. It passed the time. That, and getting “ring-tones” for alarms and for the ATT phone (which I'm still pondering). - Pretty much covers the entire day. Tomorrow? I don't know. - OH! She's taking her Liz to dinner in Freligsburgh on Saturday evening and said “I'll go to church, swing by to get Liz and then swing by here for you if you want to go too.” I don't really “want” to. Mostly because of the money. I don't want to feel I “owe” her. She DID give me the 100 today. It's already understood that the money goes back into the house-hold... for snax for the little ones. - Speaking of which, I'm concerned about Mimou. He's not eating well these past couple of days. Hopefully it's nothing... just a phase. I told HLS. She said something about taking him to the vet. I hope it doesn't come to that. - All that aside, it's going for 22.30 now and I should get to bed. Tired enough. But I know how that goes once the lights go out. - Oh well... Another day behind me. Tomorrow's Friday. We'll see how that turns out.

Fri.05.Apr: 0.49 Got caught-up “adjusting” the walking map from 61 Coach to Downing. What I'll do with it is anybody's guess, but it's done. - THEN, I checked my e-mail to find the the SHITS at MintMobile have SENT ME A REPLACEMENT PHONE! I'VE REPLIED THAT THEY NEED TO CHECK THE AGs OFFICE. NOW WHAT I'LL DO WITH THIS PIECE OF USELESS SHIT IS ANYBODY'S GUESS. I DON'T HAVE A SIM CARD! (Not that I want one.) Well... the shit just piles deeper and I could certainly use that 54$ right not! Lesson learnt. - Time for a fucking nap... I hope. - 10.12 Monring routines and necessities complete. -2° out there under hazy sun. Up with the 8.00 "piano" alarm. VERY relaxing. TOO relaxing. Didn't get out of bed until round about 9.00. No prob. Up. Coffee. Smoke. Mimou. Then out to chat with Mme. Nicely. Good news of the day: electric down by about 100$. Don't know how but it's good news in the morn. Me? Trying to decide if I really want to go out there and rake-up the road gravel. Waiting for a nother couple of degrees in the temp. - Another morning of feeling "light in the head". Wondering: tumour? Could be. Don't really care though. Just so long as it doesn't interfere with "existence". - And now... to check e-mails for the shit and bull-shit and other fuckery... like the phone situation. To think: 5... FIVE fucking phones, all these telephone numbers... and nobody calls me anyway. Not to mention... I NEED that 54$ back now! There's some work on the truck and a flat in the mix! Well... that's the way MY "life" goes. Fuckery... plain, incessant fuckery. - Moving along. - 13.24 WELL!!! THE PHONES ARE IN THE POST! TWO, PACKED WELL. SCANNED INTO THE USPS SYSTEM. Now we wait for the "rip-off" which will, no doubt, follow. - Meanwhile, I'm having quite the "episodic" sort of day here. The "light-headedness" won't pass. This morning, had a bout of "water-vision", left eye. I have to wonder what's going on here. Perhaps it might have something to do with yesterday's not eating? No way to tell for certain. Pondered going for a sandwich at the store but don't want to waste the money. Pondered heading out on the road, Walmarde, for stuff and things but don't feel “well enough” to be on the road. Just too much to consider. But I'm thinking of getting out into the yard and at least START some clean-up. Maybe the movement will help things along (or make them worse... one never knows). - Anyway... good to be rid of those damned phones! - 14.52 going for a nap... wondering if I'll wake from it. - 16.00 Napped and woke. Still not feeling anything close to “normal”. But... a bit better. Now... to think about getting something to eat. If I time it right, I can get even the chicken fukkitz... or the ingredients to make my own sammich when she leaves. THAT should make things “better”. I'll give it a try. At least the shit from Mint Mobile is gone. I even sent them the SIM! Which I thought was gone. Oh yay! - 17.04 OK! So I've “eaten”... Dinty Moore, 2 rolls with butter, a container of ice cream. Do I feel better? Well, over-all, yes. But my bowels are kicking like mad! Of course. Poor system is now playing “catch-up”, trying to push what isn't in there through to make room for what's to come. - But my BIGGEST concern right now is the cap on the front teeth. The space above the gum-line seems larger. I'm concerned that the teeth under that cap are disintegrating. Looks like I have little-to-no choice now but to make that dental appointment. Next week... here we go. (There goes any money I've managed to save... like the 5s... which are now 215 plus the old 5s I've been holding on to.) There's always something that will soar down on my head, the moment I have anything “saved”. “Life”... that's how it goes. You save? Life comes in to snatch it. - Meanwhile, HLS just simply waltzed out the door at about 17.30 or so, with-out so much as a “Fukkoff”. Charming. And she closed the porch door... with Mimou out there! HE just came in. - But, the dish I used for “meal” is back where it belongs, all traces are gone and I'm up to where I need to be with all else. The day is done. There's another “light” snow falling. HLS said, earlier, that, when it comes to cleaning the yard, I should resign to waiting another couple of weeks. So there we have it. - Now, day done, week done... and we move on. Shabbat is rolling in. Next thing to be concerned about for immediate: tomorrow evening and the trip to Freligsburgh which I doubt I'll be making... some-how I'll dodge it. After all... my presence is only to drive back, really. I could shower instead. (But she'll be at work on Sunday so that's another opportunity for cleaning... me and the house.) - 23.54 Watched a few moments of TV, standing, of course, whilst HLS lounged in the recliner, then came back to the room. (She rolled in just past 20.00.) - Now? Off to a smoke. Then? To bed. Still not feeling 100%, though better than during the day. Must've been the food. Now to figure what to do about tomorrow! (Hopefully, nothing more will be mentioned about “dinner”... and if so... I'll have to pass. Then figure what to do about ME eating.) Oh well...

Sat.06.Apr: 0.00 Well, 'tis mid-night again. Bed by 1.00 and NOT LATER! - 9.32 Imagine... I DID get into bed at 1.10, heard the 8.00 alarm and did another “doze”... until 9.20! And only one “pee break” during the night, round about 2.00. And this morning, stiff in the neck but nothing like the past couple of days. Very nice, indeed. - Out-side, it's grey, wet, last night's snow is gone, and it's comfy. How about that? Just... how about that? - HLS is on the phone, in the kitchen. And here I am. And Saturday commences. Yes, it does. - I'm going to post more music to G's this morning. And then? I don't know, really. I don't think it's important to know. - 11.45 Just ventured to the kitchen with Mimou and was told “My throat isn't any better so I'm not going tonight.” YAY! (Of course, I should go get something to eat when she toddles off to Jesus.) Anyway... NO EXPENSES! RELIEF! - I'm posting to G's... “strange” music this morning. Oh well... keep it “interesting”. - Tried to order a cover for the ATT phone, a new “audio cable” and cover for the iPod. Something went through and something didn't. I'm in no mood to pfutz with it. I'll find out what did go through when the charge goes to the card. Other-wise... Never mind. Perhaps it wasn't meant to be. - 16.45 Up from a 30-minute nap... she's gone, took Hallie, said nothing before leaving... as usual. I moved the truck out of the drive so the tyres aren't sitting in water. Cleaned my “bottles” and “guard”. I COULD and probably SHOULD go get something to eat but... I just don't know what and I really don't want to be bothered. I'll be sorry later, and tomorrow... but tomorrow, she'll be off to work and I'll be able to eat in peace. So? So. I'll just skip. I've had 2 rolls... plain. Two more are left and butter on the porch so. So. - The day rolls on... and is passing rather quickly, so it seems.

Sun.07.Apr: 1.53 and damnit I'm up later than I wanted AGAIN! - But I have to note: I WAS INVITED TO BEER AND A BURGER AND ACCEPTED THIS (Saturday) EVENING. Why? Because, well... I don't want another Friday event of feeling just like I was about to die. But I MUST say... just moments ago... I HAD TO RUN TO THE LOO! So... One burger, mushrooms, carrots and half of a baked potato. And... WOOSH! - Anyway... been busy making new pages for the “Design” site. They REALLY needed re-coding! Then I up-loaded them to the wrong directory and was going CRAZY when they seemed to transfer but weren't making any difference. I'm “out of it” a bit these days. But, I finally figured my error and now, the new pages are on... still in need of some workings... but then, so too am I... in need of “workings” and incomes and the likes. - It appears the order for the phone and iPod covers and the new “line” for the iPod in the truck has gone through OK. I had to ring CIBC and got the most wonderful gal to help. Seems it's the “plus 4” bull-shit on the postal code! KRISTE! I fucking HATE the USPS! On SO many levels for SO many reasons and today's just made it all the worse. Anyway... “presents” to arrive this coming week. HOPEFULLY they'll be correct! - The G's Minds account is being attacked with porn again... and I made a post to mention it? Can't post new content... again... They're incredible! Snot-nosed, brat bastards. Oh well... It is what it is. It helps keep “G's” sort of “alive” and some folks like the music. So I'll just see what happens... again... over time. - Just had a roll with butter... time for a “hydration” and a smoke and head to the bed for a nap. - HLS will be leaving in the morning... off to work for the day. Me? Not sure. We'll see. - 8.25 And up at 8.05 and everything that needs to be done is done... even to the first smoke. And now? I don't know if I want to go back to bed or stay awake. I'm not tired, oddly enough. And not in any pain, oddly enough. OH MY! I MUST BE DEAD! - Cloudy and 0° out there. They telling me 11° is the high for the day, and partly sunny/cloudy. I fell asleep this morning with thoughts of fixing the pages I fixed last night, scraping road gravel for the drive, cutting trees... Let's see what, if anything, gets done. Oh, the suspense of the morning. - 11.28 Wasted morn. On-line. But I figured 3 back-grounds for the “Dsgn” page. Now, if only it would bring some sort of business! - I'm dressed now, getting ready to head out to the yard. It's still chilly out there, and no sun. But there's shit to do to pass the day. (I see... only 7°... the 11 doesn't come until 14.00 and that's too late for me... if I'm to “work” and shower before... the return.) - Feeling a touch “episodic” now. Woke feeling spiffy... well, this is the evidence that I didn't die in my sleep: discomfort of some kind. I wonder (though not enough to resign my-self to having this checked and treated) what causes these “episodes”. Last night was a bit difficult, getting comfortable. The congestion was quite heavy. Lots of coughing and clearing of chest. I've little doubt that there's all sorts of “stuff” in the lungs. But? No time. No concern. The best I can hope for is “quick”. (I won't even entertain “painless”... I know MUCH better than to even ponder THAT notion.) - Oh well... let's see how a bit of “activity” pans out. No way of knowing with-out trying. - 16.50 WOAH! DONE! EVEN M'FACE! CLOTHES IN THE QUICK-WASH. ME OUT OF THE SHOWER! WENT TO THE STORE, GOT CHICKEN FUKKITZ, ROLLS, DONUTS, HALF'N'HALF FOR LATER... HAD 3 ROLLS WITH FUKKITZ, DISH WASHED AND PUT AWAY.... AND *THAT* WAS BETWEEN 16.00 AND 16.30! *BEFORE THAT*... BY NOON I WAS ALREADY OUT IN THE YARD, WORKING ON CUTTING THE ALDER FROM THE NORTH-WEST CORNER OF THE GREEN-HOUSE WHICH LEAD TO CLEANING THE SOUTH SIDE OF THE GREEN-HOUSE, WHICH LEAD TO CLEANING THE BACK OF THE GREEN-HOUSE WHICH LEAD TO CLEANING THE “FLOWER BED” AT THE PHONE SHED, WHICH LEAD TO CUTTING THAT SHIT FROM THE CORNER OF THE PHONE SHED (WHAT SHE CALLS “BERRY BUSHES”), WHICH LEAD TO CLEANING THE LITTLE FLOWER BED OF St. T. and the KID!!!!! THAT SHIT'S DONE! There's a bit of “clean-up” round the place, but I want to leave something to prove that something's been done (because it won't be noticed anyway). YES! I was DONE by 16.00, decided to go to the store for something to eat (only because it's necessary... I learn the hard way). And again, I've accomplished more in 4 hours than most people round here PONDER in 4 days. IT'S WHAT I'VE DONE TODAY TO MAKE ME FEE PROUD! - Now... hopefully the washing will be done and dry before she rolls in, and I can be dressed again... I'm in jammies. Imagine THAT! - 17.54 DRESSED AGAIN! - 18.54 Took a 30-minute nap, Hoovered the little room. Having a tea... a HOT tea. Quite the day. Tired too. Hopefully I'll sleep tonight. (I'll take a something, to be sure.) - 19.33 (Funny? No.) And she rolled in, toddled out with Hallie. Me? Having my tea, almost ready for bed! - 21.44 Watched a bit of TV with, and now we're all turning in for the night. I've taken a naproxen... just to “help” through the night. Trying to decide between donuts or v-ton (but I think the v-ton will win... it's the remainder from New Year's Eve... imagine that... I'll have to get another bottle... but not Grey Goose, sadly). - Tired, but not as tired as earlier, of course. Oh well. - Let's just hope.

Sun.08.Apr: 0.21 ***** REFUND! ***** After a LOT of bull-shit trying to order a cover fro the iPod on Amazon, I found another offer on-line for about the same as the cover I'd order there, through Walmart-on-line and purchased it using the VT account. So I went to check to see if the charge had been posted and THERE... DATED 02 APR. THE REFUND FROM MINT MOBILE... IN FULL!!! COMPLETE!!! NO SNEAKY “CHARGES”!!! I've just finished sending a “Thank You” to Susan Parcuch at the AG's office!!! (And I'm having that v-ton... more “v” than “ton” I'm afraid because I didn't have much “ton”. But... no prob. THIS IS CAUSE FOR CELEBRATION! AND THE REASON I'M STILL AWAKE! I'D'VE NEVER KNOWN ABOUT THE REFUND... since I never received notice of it. WOW! - WELL! THIS is wonderful! Now... on Monday, I won't feel “as bad” calling for the repairs to the “transmission cooling line” that are needed on the truck! (Let's hope THAT doesn't clean me out.) - 1.09 at last... to bed. - 9.52! I SLEPT! OH! DID I SLEPT! UNTIL 9.35! And now? Up and about and “another manic Monday” commences with wanting to get out there and gather gravel and do all sorts of yard-work. But... it's wet. So? So. We shall see. - I hear HLS at her lap-top, sneezing and such. She makes as much noise as Margot used to. It's really quite... annoying. But... fukkit. - HEY! I got my REFUND! There's money in the account. (And a LIST of things and places and people it all needs to go to, of course. But I'm not going to think of it that way.) - On with the day. - 22.34 WELL!!! IN 2 WEEKS... ANOTHER 350$ GOES INTO THT TRUCK. APPOINTMENT MADE. THE TRANSMISSION COOLING LINE WILL BE REPAIRE/REPLACED. NEXT? THE WIND-SHIELD... ANOTHER 350$ INTO THE TRUCK. NEXT? INSURANCE AND REGISTRATION. ANOTHER 250$! Meanwhile, my teeth get shoved, as it were, to the back of the line and down my throat. BUT... I'll be able to travel. The other thing that gets shoved? A PLACE TO CALL “HOME”!!! After all this settles, there's the gauge cluster and the radio. After THAT? The air conditioning. MAYBE by Autumn, 2019, I'll have a vehicle worthy of the road... IF THE ROCKERS HOLD OUT! I AM SO TRAPPED IN THIS ROOM! IT'S BORDERING ON... CLINICAL DEPRESSING! - BUT... HLS left at about 16.30 and I had the remaining chicken fukkitz for “meal”. No dessert tonight because, well, I was too damned lazy, essentially. - As for cash: there's the 100 from the “rent”, 200 in 5s, that's 300 right there. There's 600USD in the CAD and another 300USD in the USD. Total? 1200 spread out and about. OF COURSE THERE IS, BECAUSE THERE'S A MASSIVE CLAW SCRAPING AT IT! Well, at least I have expenses, necessary expenses, and there's money, for the first time in my life, to cover those. So, I suppose I should be satisfied with that much. Not to mention, I got that REFUND! And just in time. (I haven't heard from the AG's office in reply to last night's message. But there was a phone call today, from Montpelier... I wonder. I might try the number tomorrow... or even tonight, via the e-mail service, just to see where it is. - At any rate, I was tired enough for bed at 17.00... and of course, now, when I SHOULD be getting to bed, I don't want to go to bed. But I shall. Why? Tomorrow is more rain which make yard-work more difficult. I should get the “button” for the rear-view. I'd like to get another canvass for the bed. The little ones need snax. I'm leery about driving. But I'll probably go... and get food whilst I'm at it. At least that can come off the “food card” (I hope... I haven't checked that and should do so before going to bed). Oh... always a little something. - Haven't heard a blip from Denis. Sent another “text” tonight. Typical “Newburgh”... and from what I gather, typical “Denis”. Wayne said it was always hard to get in touch with Denis. Well? I guess he's not drinking and so, there's no need for me. That's what it's all about. “Marry me NOW!” he said. Yep. “I know you probably think I'm drunk but I'm not.” he'd said. Yep. Never mind. “Got along with-out” for all these years... I'm used to it now, dear heart. - Anyway and so... it did good to jot the note to self about finances. That gives a bit of solace. Now I can move on. - No shower tonight. Too damned lazy. Not necessary. There's tomorrow. And if not? Not. - 22.50 One of my orders, for a cover for the iPod, from Amazon has proven to be a royal fuck-in-the-arse. Oddly, I ordered a cover for the AT&T phone and a cable for the iPod for the truck... and THAT order is fine! The cover for the iPod, I order on-line last night, via Walmarde. THEY too the money and now I'm waiting for confirmation of that. But the shit with Amazon is just more than I can tolerate. I've cancelled the order TWICE already and just now got ANOTHER e-mail saying they can't get the payment! It's got nothing to do with me or the banque. I spoke with CIBC (Halifax!) and all's well with the card and account. Fukkem at Amazon. Meanwhile, the phone cover and cable are en route... some-where, due Friday. - AND... at 16.36 the phones to Mint? “Delivered. Left with individual” today. So there we have it. THAT “drama” is DONE AT LAST!

Tue.09.Apr: 2.38 And so much for THIS “I'm in bed early”! SHIT! - 7.34 AT 7.23 I HEARD THE THUMP-BANG OF HALLIE'S TAIL AT THE SIDE OF THE BED!!! At 4.00 I was still awake this morning, laying in bed, suddenly not in the last bit, tired. FUCK FUCK FUCKERY! SO THIS TRULY IS.... ANOTHER NAP!!! Because I can't decide if I want to go back to bed now or have coffee and be awake. But breakfast has been served to the little ones and they've been out. I just have all to do to navigate at this point. EXHAUSTED! - 7.50 In from smoke aftre coffee... Météo says -2, but the porch says 0°. Météo also says pluie pour tout le jour et pluie VERGLACANTE ce soir! And... NEIGE! ENCORE! CÂLISSE! Well? I wanted to come North. And here I am. Indeed! - Before dozing off this morning, I had a thought though. 200US from the CAD, put that into the US account to cover the transmission, leaving me with 400US in the CAD which will leave enough to cover the wind-shield. BUT... the transmission gets done on the 19th AND more comes in 5 days later to help cover the wind-shield! And I don't have to go to the 5s! Then comes May which will come in to cover the insurance and registration in June and THAT comes in on the 26th! And I could get the gauge done then. THAT would leave only the radio and... air conditioning (almost, I think). BUT ALL the immediate, major repairs (for now, except the rockers) would be covered. The truck would be taken care of. (And I'll still be stuck here.) AND, all the while, HLS will be gone from 22 THIS month until 4 NEXT. The “panic” subsides (which is probably not good and probably won't come along because THAT'S TOO GOOD... for me). Anyway, there's no particular rush to get to the banque today because I can use the ATM to get the cash from CAD (at a better rate than going to the quichet anyway). And THAT means, for the immediate future, I can get some more snooze in today. THERE! - (I'm feeling a touch “episodic” this morning as it is anyway so, not good to be driving about.) - DONE! - 10.08 NAP! - 11.50 and about an hour and 45 minutes' nap! Quite a bit better. And now... to re-start the day... or... start the after-noon... cold and damp as it is. I've the urge to work... but un-covering plants and the likes isn't a good idea. Can't do the green-house because of the drizzle. Oh well. Maybe, before the day is done, I'll venture a bit of a “run” for things... food would be a good idea. - Oh my... another oil delivery was just made. How charming. - Looks like, from the weather map, we're in for a drenching! Should be passed by 15.00. Oh well... - 14.08 Snow is falling (and melting, thankfully), I FOUND TWO OLD TUNES FROM 1973 MONTRÉAL THAT HAVE BEEN ON MY MIND FOR YEARS!!! AND THE PHONE BEEPED... MARTHA STONE... TEXAS ON THE LINE! We texted a couple of times and... she's gone again. She and Nancy are doing fine. Not spending much time on the old FB. - Meanwhile, it's COLD and I need to get some food! - 21.06 SHOWERED! Jammies and pillow cases are clean. The house is “together” but not “clean”... yet. And me? I'm ready for BED! -”Meal” today: 6 eggs with 12 chicken fukkitz shredded in, a bit of cheese and ketchup. Filling. Ice cream after. No “snax” for me tonight. I'm quite fine, indeed. - The little ones have been out, had their snax. But I MUST get more... tomorrow. MUST. No more for Hallie, except those “pork sticks”. - Hopefully the frozen snow that's covering the ground tonight will be gone soon enough for me to take to the road in comfort. Plan: button for the rear-view, snax, a bed canvas (for naps), clench guard, potting soil. I need to figure-in the 200 from CAD too. If all goes well enough... I'll get that too. Don't want it in the account just yet though. I don't want “too much” in that account for too long. - Anyway, took a naproxen and having water before bed. No doubt, there'll be a “pee break” during the night. Hopefully only one, if any, and no spasms. I need some sleep tonight. - Still can't believe the message from Martha today, not the old music from the “good days” in Montréal... after all these years. - 22.07 Likud and Blue/White are tied in Israel at 93% reporting. I'm going to bed.

Wed.10.Apr: DOUBLE-DIGIT DATE! AGAIN! TOO FAST! - 7.10 and at 7.04 I decided to get out of bed... Yes... at 22.07 last night, I went to bed... and went to sleep, not immediately but soon, was up once to pee at mid-night. And would you believe? 9 hours of sleep and I want to go back to bed! Well... having coffee, getting the garbage together. *** SNOW *** on the ground. And running to be done. - Oh... that “8mm nodule” on the lung that was discovered when I went to ER in Oct. '18: Just realised... this is 6 months later. - Now to check the results of yesterday's elections in Israel. - 9.23 And the garbage is at the curb. AND... I had my loo stop, all went well until I stood up... After a full night of “proper” sleep... MY FUCKING BACK IS OUT! Bowels troubles! I swear there's something in there that “moves” from time to time. Oh well. I've had a few “good” weeks. Can't have too many of those. - Now... to focus on when to get out and get “snax” for the little ones. They've nothing for “lunch-time”! Can't have that! (Even with the ground still covered in snow... but the roads appear “wet” and nothing more.) - 11.44 I don't know why I'm so anxious... I'm earlier than usual, got more done thus far than I would have, had I slept-in until 10.00. Got more music on the iPod too! - It's still a bit over-cast, chilly but the snow is melting. And I'm OUT the door... to Walmarde... the little ones need SNAX! - 14.51 BACK! Truck un-loaded. Mixed some potting soil and sand (but it has to warm because the bags were stored out-side so...). Lunch-snax served. Change and bills “filed”. Even got another 50 pennies rolled! Hey! The jars are doing very well... thus far. And I was back in at 14.11! HOW-EVER... now I have to ORDER the “mounting buttons” for the truck and HOPE THE one gets here BEFORE Friday next. So... on we go. (Nice, when I think: I got eats for the little ones... and me? I got nothing but last night's what-evers... 6 eggs and some fukkitz. Oh well.) - 20.25 OK. The hole got Hoovered. I finished the “food” at 17.00. The plants have new soil. Place is re-Hoovered. We're all in from stroll and the little ones have had snax. - Tried phoning Ev earlier. Answering machine. I left a message. Will have to try her next week. - Had QUITE the “do” with “carid.com”. Ordered that “mounting button” for about 9$ and the fucking bill came to over 22$! Fucking “shipping”! I cancelled right away... had to “Submit Request”. THEN HAD to call... Got some gal named “Sia Mia” (imagine that) from India! FUCK! Well, bottom line: She sent confirmation that the order's cancelled, refund approved. Now I fucking have to WAIT for it to be released back into my fucking account! Well, OK. I'm not getting the wind-shield replaced until, at lease... the 27th or so. There's time to keep looking. But between this and the Amazon order? I'm fed-the-fuck-up with “on-line” shopping! - Oh and... today's canvass for the “nap blanket”? No seams! One solid cloth! (Washed and “Downy'ed” and ready to go. I'm contemplating taking the other one back for an exchange... If I have to go for kitty litter (which I forgot today) or something, I just might surely do. Meanwhile... I'm OK with what I've got. - Now to go see if Dimballs has left enough hot water for a civil shower tonight. The machine's been running for about an hour. At this hour of the evening. Truth is though, I don't have anything “pressing” on the agenda for tomorrow... and I DO believe HLS works on Sunday so... we shall roll with what-ever. (I'd like a drink tonight but didn't get any vodka or tonic so...) - Back/bowels is a bit better... just a bit. - Hopefully I'll be in bed by 23.00 latest tonight and up at... when-ever I get “the call”. - 23.54 Showered. Quick beard trim. No washing. Just ran the machine through to get rid of the softener I used on the canvas. The hole is calm. Mop the floors tomorrow... maybe pull the fence along the Highgate St. Maybe get some gravel off the grass along the curb. Maybe. Maybe get to Bedford for the money for the transmission. Maybe. We shall see. - I'm a bit up-set about being awake at this hour... and now I have to wait for my “face to dry”. Oh well.

Thu.11.Apr: And Mid-night. SHIT! - 1.22 Light out at last! - 8.07 Up with the 8.00 alarm at 7.49 after a WHAMMY of a night... SWEATING! TERRIBLY. And this morning, feeling quite sick in the stomach. Hmmm.... Bottom-right tooth aching too, this morning. Bit of a head-ache. WHAT is THIS, this morning? - Minus 1 and crystal clear skies though. Perfect day for getting some work done too. Figures. Well? And the cat's driving me insane already. They've had breakfast, been out. But... Here we go. Let's see how this rolls out. - 8.29 Messages from Martha already this morning. It's nice keeping in touch. She just showed up after about 2 years, as I see from the messages on the phone. She's trying for Tx for HepC. Not surprising, considering them, down that way, eating all those shell-fish and such. I hope she does well with it all. - I'd like to get right back into bed right about now but... I've had coffee and the little ones are back out. Hopefully after a BM I'll be rolling along. Got to do the floor, want to get the Highgate st. fence down and rolled-up at least. If all goes well enough, get to the green-house, the road gravel to the drive. Things to do, to be done... “work through” the little shit. (Leave the place looking good.) - 8.35 Just checked the “tracking” on the phone cover and truck iPod cable... Looks like the Postal Service lost it some-where. “Arriving later than expected but still on the way.” Yeah.... they fucking lost it. Fuktardz. This is proving to be a miserable time for “ordering” shit. I mean, it took over a month to settle the fucking MintMobile phone shit. It was difficult enough to get through the Amazon order (now lost). I STILL have no word from Walmarde about the iPod cover. They took THAT money too and not so much as a “blip”. The fucking “mirror mount” yesterday. I'm fucking ripped-pissed at this point. Take my money and give me shit! But... there's precious little that can be done about it. I just need to find STORES that HAVE merchandise and, if it means driving? Well, so be it. No more trusting shit. - 17.17 AND THE FENCE IS DOWN AND ROLLED. THE POSTS ARE UP AND STACKED. THERE'S A STONE “WALL” ROUND THE FUCKING BRANMBLES. THE FRONT PART OF THE HIGHGATE WALK IS CLEARED AND THE DIRT IS IN THE DRIVE. AND I WAS AT IF FROM SINCE ABOUT 11.00. AND...?... HER LADY-SHIT IS LOUNGING ON THE ROYAL RECLINER ALL THE WHILE... AND THE LITTLE ONES HAVEN'T BEEN GIVEN DINNER. - All is “normal”. And I'm trying to decide what to have, where to go for a meal. - OH...THE FUCKING TYRES ON THE HAY CART ARE SHOT. SO TOO, ON BOTH WHEEL-BARROWS. SO THERE ARE LITTLE PILES OF SHIT ABOUT THE YARD... AND I DON'T GIVE A FUCK. - 17.38 She fed the little ones as I was typing. - Checked my e-mails: Carid.com offering a 25$ “gift certificate”! OMG... OMFG! Nope. - Still no sign of the phone cover and truck iPod cable. FUCK! - Meanwhile, if I had the money (to part with), I could go to Walmarde, get a bicycle pump or “flat fix” for the cart AND something to eat. BUT... I spent too much yesterday and spending now would be from the account or the 5s. Not in the mood. - Besides... I'M FUCKING TIRED! - 18.25 Decision for “meal”: Not. Heading for bed in moments. If I wake hungry, there's bread and butter. The alternatives are Swanton McD, or Enosburgh McD, St.A. KFC... all too far to drive to at this hour. And for what? Just some junk to eat? Not tonight. I'm tired. - Just cleaned my hands with Lysol wipe. The rest of me? Not bothering. - Oh, and she's not working Sunday... she's going to a cabane à sucre. What ever. I'm tired. I worked. Can't say that I didn't. At least the town saw it. Even Pammie... stopped by the PO as I was rolling the fence. So... not that it's worth shit, but there are witnesses. - I'm done. - 18.35 Having bread and butter. - 19.18 Three rolls. Butter. Time to get to bed.

Fri.12.Apr: 6.38 And just in from a smoke. YES! I DID GO RIGHT TO BED... AT 19.18 LAST NIGHT! AND WITH-IN MOMENTS... FELL RIGHT TO SLEEP! UNTIL ABOUT 21.00 WHEN I WOKE BECAUSE OF SPASMS IN THE LEGS! AT ABOUT 22.00, I GOT UP, BECAUSE OF THE SPASMS AND BACK, TOOK 2 “ROBAX” AND WENT BACK TO BED... TO SLEEP... WOKE AGAIN, BRIEFLY, AT ABOUT 4.00, LOOKED AT THE CLOCK AND WENT RIGHT BACK TO SLEEP... UNTIL 6.27! DECIDED TO GET UP, AND SO I AM. NOW THERE'S A NIGHT OF SLEEP! And honestly, with little provocation, I could actually go right back to sleep. Imagine THAT! Imagine THIS! (And I hear the door to the loo out in the hall. She's up and about already. Oh well.) - Feeling the Robax though. Groggy, a touch. But I'm up, have had coffee. Let's see how long this being up will last. - But what a night! Hey! I worked for that night of sleep. Indeed, I did. - Cloudy out there this morning. It was supposed to be warm and sunny. “Supposed” to be. Oh well. We'll see if I can get the yard cleaned-up today. Little piles of “stuff” about the place. I'm not concerned. It would be nice to get it cleaned-up. Not sure “how” though, with all the “carts” out of commission. She DID say that she “could” take the wheels to the hay cart to McCuin's for repair. I DID mention the “flat fix” at Walmarde. I'm curious as to whether or not the repairs would get done if I take the wheels off and put them into her truck. I mean... I do the work. It's “HER” house and “HER” property. And that little bit of assistance should be the least she could do. But I doubt it will get done. Well... I'll see how it all works out in the long run. - Today? The green-house needs cleaning. I need to figure what to do with all that fencing. Can't put in more posts for the garden because the ground is still rather solid in places. There's more side-walk to be cleaned up... but I need to figure how to get that dirt and gravel to the drive. Can't do that with the truck. I'll think of something. Must to get the place together. Especially since I've started the work. Oh well... take the day as it comes, as it allows. There's terrible weather blowing about to the West. Rains, snows, ice and such. Winter in the North is still lingering about. We shall see. We shall see. - (Suddenly feeling quite, rather “episodic” here too, at the moment. Woozy. Hmmm...) - OK. Along we go. - 6.56 Just checked on the tracking for the phone cover and cable... It's suddenly re-appeared... left Nashua last night at 21.24! Now, I could drive that distance to Franklin (and have almost done so, franchement) in mere hours, meaning, it could be here today. But, I'll seriously doubt it will arrive today. Not, mind, that I'd take much advantage of any of it. But... we shall see.) - 10.18 Well... she's gone and off and out and... tyres to be changed, the “bags” from the truck are in the garage, she put her tyres into the truck on her own and she's “out to lunch” with her Maryrose this after-noon. - MEANWHILE... MY PARCELS (phone cover and cable) are noted as “delivered”! AND my REFUND FROM “CARID” IS POSTED TO THE ACCOUNT. MONEY IS BACK, MERCHANDISE DELIVERED! I'M ASTOUNDED... - 10.31 FINALLY.... trip to the “morning loo” and it helped with the back-aches... as “usual”. So... - “Météo” claims “dégagé” in St. Armand, but a look to the Norther skies proves... not. Still, it's delightfully warm out there and I'm looking forward to attacking the green-house this morning... soon-ish. Still not at 100%... residual “episodic”. But there's work to be done and my guts move me along. the only way to know what this day will do is to “do” and see at the end. One of these days, no doubt, it'll be ... But for now, there's time and... I move along. - 18.27 Got the green-house “pretty much” cleaned (with about 7 bags of trash to go on Wednesday). No “thanks”. - Had to run to Hannaford's, Swanton, for food. Though “lobster ravioli” and “ham” were offered, I declined. AND... got Minou in the truck for a ride round the town! - Time to have my yoghurt. - 20.18 and ... I had my yoghurt (Fage), a tin of “tropical” fruits and 2 mini éclairs. Done. “Meal”. I've also had my SHOWER! YAY! AND another Robax because my hands and feet are already cramping from today's work. Oh my oh well. And now? Time for a smoke and post “”week-end” music on “Minds” and then... hopefully to bed EARLY for a (hopefully) night's SLEEP... WITH-OUT PAIN, SPASMS, CRAMPS, &c.! - Oh... I had an entire Gatorade on the drive back to the hole too so... that MIGHT help. (I doubt it but...) - 23.45 Well, we're back to “normal”. Going for mid-night. I'd wanted to get to bed not later than 22.00 but got lost in G's on Minds, with the posting of a “Friday Night Playlist”, then to Woodhauler. Next came the new browser “Brave” which is installed on the Samsung. (I really should get around to using the AT&T phone since I'm paying for it. And THAT should prove interesting to see how much they bill me for next -this- month. It SHOULD be only 5$. I'll find out the hard way, and with all the “drama” of on-line shopping this month, I'm anticipating difficulties.). - Anyway, to fill in a few particulars: - The green-house is as clean as it's going to get. I didn't clean the “work corner”. Probably will get to that. But I lost interest, not to mention, the pain in the feet and legs. I suppose that's going to be “normal” from now on. I'm falling apart... too quickly. - I told HLS that we need new tubes for the wheels on the cart and she handed me 20$ and suggested I go to McCuin's! Anything to dodge doing anything round this place. (Though she DID remove 2 of her 4 tyres from the truck to the garage. I did 2, just because.) After all the work, at about 17.00, I told HLS that I was going to go get something to eat. She suggested stopping at McCuin's en route, having no idea where I was going to. She DID offer food, but I declined. So I appreciate the offer. She cooked for her-self and that's perfectly fine, indeed. - As for food? Well, I DID go to Swanton, to Hannaford's, AND I TRIED THE iPOD IN THE TRUCK, WITH THE NEW COVER AND CABLE AND BOTH ARE WONDERFUL! SO MUCH EASIER NOW. (Now, the only thing needed is the new radio, with volume control, and some new speakers. MUSIC!) I'm THRILLED to have these new, inexpensive additions to the music. THRILLED! - At Hannaford's, I got a little tub of roast beef and one of turkey, thinking I'd eat the roast beef tonight and turkey tomorrow. As it turned-out, I had the yoghurt and a tin of fruit and have had 3 of 5 mini éclairs. Right now, I'm still a bit hungry but it's too late to get into eating at this hour. So now I have both tubs of meats for tomorrow... and only 3 rolls. NO PROB! I have FOOD for the week-end! And THAT'S quite important. (I put the purchases on the food card today so there's only about 10$ left. JEEZUS! They cut my food down and it's a BITCH!) - Had a “Gatorade” en route back to the hole and between it and the one Robax, things are a bit better with the hand, leg and feet spasms. I hope it lasts through the night. - Have learnt that I MUST HYDRATE... MUST! My front teeth go rather “odd” if I don't. They were “bothering” me this evening when I'd done the work, but having had more water and such, they “feel” better. - Oh, and I got another jar of coffee too, so that's especially good. - When I got back from the market, Mimou came to meet me in the yard and I actually got him into the truck and drove round “the square”. He handled it rather well, though he “cried” quite a bit for most of it. He doesn't like being away from the house. I'd LOVE to know what Hell the poor little thing went through before coming here. And I HAVE to admit that, even though she's rather strange about it, HLS DOES love him. I think he'll be fine when I leave here (may that come soon). - Re-checked the balances on the accounts too, this evening. Both balance perfectly. I noticed that the “refund” for carid.com was posted BEFORE the debit from the account. It doesn't matter, really. The balance is on the penny and that's what matters. (I still have to get funds from CAD to put into USD for Friday when the transmission work gets done.) - Other than that... the wind is blowing again, tonight. There's REALLY WARM weather coming and LOTS of RAIN! I'll HAVE to find another place to park the truck out there. I worry about another cedar coming down. But it IS quite “comfy” out there tonight. If we didn't get all the rain (which has prompted “AVIS!” on Météo), it would be great! Dry out the yard and make mowing easier... when that comes. (It looks like I'll have to buy the first gas for the mower... and then the mower will have to be taken in for “service” there-after... it needs a new blade at the very least.) - Anyway, on Sunday I'll try for the new tubes for the cart. We need a pump to inflate them too, since I doubt the air across the road at Dick Wright's is working now that that place is closed. Oh well. They appear to be cheap enough at Walmarde. I'll have to run over there to check. - And, tomorrow HLS will be at work (and I MUST wash my clothes and bed linens). Sunday, she's to go toddling to the “cabane à sucre” with family. She did ask if I'd like to go but... pork? Non, merci. Not to mention, I don't want to be an added expense. - And so, it's now past mid-night and I need to get SOME sleep in tonight. Thankfully, I don't MUST be awake until 8.00 and can put the wash in and nap during the day, if need be. - All told, I must to say: It was quite a lovely day... with purchases arriving AND properly working (phone cover and all). And the work that got done... whilst HLS was present to notice. Nice being bathed tonight. (I just wish I'd gotten a bottle of vodka and tonic but...) - Now... to bed. MOST of my DREAD about going to bed is the degree of “SHITTY” I feel every morning... and most days, it just gets progressively worse.

Sat.13.Apr: 7.32 and at 7.15... Up and rolling along... clothes in the washer, coffee, smoke and... a cloudy, wet and WARM morning out there. It's supposed to be quite warm today and warmer tomorrow! And I'm not really prepared, physically, for all this HEAT! I can tell... by this morning. Yes, I slept very well through the night, with only 2 pee-breaks. But after having been out already, I'm feeling “dragged”... from the weather. It's 12° now, expected to get up to 17°! Shame, really... it being Saturday. And tomorrow, well, thankfully, it was expected to be even warmer but now I see only 7°... but there are “torrential rains” expected so that means no work to be done. Well? I'll try and see if I can't get the wheels repaired on the cart anyway, to be prepared for “Work Weather”. Odd, to think, this month, with expenses on the truck, I've expenses for the hole as well. Granted, she gave me 20$ toward the cart, which is good. But now I see that Mimou needs dry food as well at some point. No bother, really. I count the blessing of having a roof, 4 walls, ceiling and floor... and 10 days of peace to come... a week from Sunday. - Anyway, yes, indeed, a good night's sleep was had last night and today, the laundry will be done. All is well. - Odd though, when I woke this morning, there was a “half dream” sort of thought or something, about the AT&T phone down-loading all sorts of things, “contacts”, names, little applications and the likes and a battle to stop it because it was using “data” and charging me extra for it. I wonder... Part of that is because of last night, looking at the “messages” I've received, looking for and changing my “password” to access the account on-line... on the lap-top. Oh, my mind is a terrible place to be in. And I'm getting confused with the payments for the Skype number, due today (but that's annual) and the AT&T number, due on the 16th. Doesn't take much to get this old brain moving. Silly, really. But, there I am. - 13.29 The laundry is done, I finished the “roast beef” cold cuts (which were really ICK... it's “processed”) at noon. - Shortly after, Jacquie's Martine and Pierre-Luc(?) came to fetch their parcels. Unfortunately, I heard Hallie barking and yelled at her from the little room and “Luc” must have heard me because he was standing at the door! Oh well. They offered their address so that I can have soc.sec. deposited to CIBC but... I let that matter drop saying I'll get a box at the Bedford PO. OK. Fine. They were off. - Now... it's clear, sunny, bright and warm out there and I've let a day pass! But... jammies are the last in the washer and they're in. I'm dressed, at long last and will head out to the PO and to get water for the plants. Away... and nothing more. - 16.22 Well, on my “day of rest”: RE-did the little stone wall round the fucking brambles at the end of the drive, tied-back the rose-weed at the corner of the front porch and trimmed it, got the water bottles for my plants re-filled from the barrel by the green-house AND started digging up the stump in the drive... though that's just got a garden stake in the hole with a plastic bag on the top to warn of it's presence. What I'll do with it from this point is... what-ever. I don't care. And replaced and reinforced the pallet for the “grap vine out-side the porch along side the walk to the “Dimballs” residence. - It's still sunny out there and quite warm. But, I'm done with “work”. - Oh... and the jammies are just out of the dryer so my laundry is DONE too! - Yep... “day of rest”. As usual. - AND... just noticed a message from HLS sent at 11.17 that Pierre-Luc will be coming for his packages. Oh my! Fuck. - 16.38 and I suppose I could eat now... 2 rolls, turkey, fruits and 2 éclairs for “later”. I'm exhausted. - 17.34 Ordered tubes and a pump (21,31USD) for pick-up at Walmarde tomorrow... OK. No prob. She gave me 20, I bought for me out of the 100. We're even. - Having my turkey now. And I could use a shower before bed tonight. Tah-fucking-dah. - 21.29 She rolled in at about 21.30 as I was in the shower! Oh well. Done. We've spoken a bit. I mentioned the stump in the drive. She doesn't look happy. I don't give shits or fux. I told hr about getting the tubes for the cart and the pump. “Did they tell you how much it is?” I BOUGHT IT ALL ALREADY! “I have to pay you for that.” You already did. Fine. Done. - Anyway... watched a bit of TV and now, I'm getting ready for bed! Time to finish the éclairs and get a nap. (Check the e-mail for the Walmarde before though.) I'm tired. - Wish I had a v-ton though.

Sun.14.Apr: 0.21 Well... I've done it again... got “inspired” when I should have been going to bed. Re-worked the “G's Juke-Box” page, changing the “banner” to an animation that changes from the entrance to the “dining-room” to match the banner on the “Minds Group” page. Then, the back-ground of the page fades to a dark grey, as if more to a “night” colour. Do I like it? I don't know. I want to work on it a bit more before “launch”. I'll “sleep on it”. - Meanwhile, of course my “order” at Walmarde couldn't go with-out a glitch. The tubes for the cart are ready for pick-up BUT the PUMP won't be in until after 18.00! AND, I have to check this, the “Pick-Up Window” closes as 20.00 so that would give me only 2 hours to get there and get everything! Looks like I won't be getting ANYTHING until Monday! AND... there's RAIN in the forecast for this after-noon, heavy tonight and into Monday morning! SO! No road gravel, NO clean-up in the yard! I'm rather pissed at the moment. This has been a HELL of a month for purchases... and now I'm becoming anxious about the transmission repairs! Fuck-ups! Well, “anticipatory anxieties” come rushing in. - No sense worrying. It will be what it will be. - Right now, I'm showered, clean, the linens on the bed are clean... I don't want to take any “meds” to help with sleep. - Temperature now is 7°. I was thinking: She planted on veggies up-stairs, no flowers, so flowers will probably have to be directly seeded. The rest of the week is expected to be (“expected”) quite warm... and Friday has a high of 20 with a Humidex of 23! Then 15 through. Next 14 days, low of 5 at night to be the lowest, though Wednesday... -1° at night so there's another snap... still too early for direct seeding. Oh well. I don't even know why I'm concerned at all. The biggest concern is getting rid of the stump in the drive now. And on THAT matter... I asked HLS is she saw the stake with the bag on it that I put in the drive... she said “Yes.” Fucking liar-shit! She came into the hole via the garage... I KNOW this to be a fact because when I came to the little room, I had to go close the porch door and put out the back light. She NEVER went NEAR the back drive! Fucking retard. Annoys me, even though I can't believe a grunt out of her face. Oh well... let it go. It is what it is. - Time to “wind down” and get to nap. No rush on the day in the morning. I'll get to what I can. Light tidying. See how the rest goes. If I can't get my shit from Walmarde today... there's tomorrow. The work will get done... eventually. - 1.43 DONE! BED! FINISHED! NAP! - 10.06! Well...? I was STILL AWAKE AT 4.00 THIS MORNING! Laying in bed, NOT falling asleep. Up once for pee. That was it. No spasms. No pains. Just NOT going to sleep! And when I started pondering just staying awake... sleep... until 9.50 when I looked at the clock and got out of bed, up and dressed. Thankfully, she's at Jesus so. - The sun is shining. It's 8° out there. Things to be done and the PAIN in the left side of my neck this morning is outrageous! All I can think of is: NO STROKE! PLEASE! To be an invalid? Now? NO! And surely, NOT HERE! Oh... the morning bull-shit. Never mind, no drinking last night. Nothing! Water! And I wake feeling like complete shit! Oh well. Another day. Just roll along with it. - 21.38 I was out the door at 18.30... off to Walmarde because... (a) I WAS FUCKING HUNGRY!!! and (b) fucking Walmarde-on-line fucked my “pick-up” for today! I had to get on with “chat” customer service to find out that the fucking tyre pump was going to take “3-10 business days” NOT “there at 18.00 tonight”!!! FUCK! I fucking cancelled the order, and not politely nor with-out a fuss. Now I have to wait to get the fucking money released in my account! NOT happy. AND, being hungry on top of it all? NOT HAPPY AT ALL! Well, suddenly I realised that I could go to Walmarde, exchange my canvas blanket (drop cloth), get the fucking inner tubes and see what they had for pumps! AND... I could stop at McD's for something to EAT! YAY! ON went my shoes, OUT the door I bolted and over the roads I rolled. NOW... I walked into Walmarde's and right to “Customer Service” about the exchange of drop cloth. Lovely gal, no trouble, not even a blink... REFUND... just in case they didn't have any more in the store! With cash in pocket, I rolled the aisles to the bikes and THERE, THERE, THERE, ON THE PEG... THE VERY PUMP I'D ORDERED BUT ON-LINE CLAIMED THEY DIDN'T HAVE ANY! IT WAS THE ONLY ONE, BUT STILL... I'D PAID! I SNATCHED IT! And there, there on the shelves... the inner tubes! Grabbed them as well and rolled over to paint where THERE, on the shelves, about 5 drop cloths. I opened one, checked to see that it was a complete fabirc, it was, I WAS DONE! AND so, I browsed a bit. Didn't get anything other than a little cloth “case” for the iPod... instead of carrying the plastic box I've been using. And, after bringing to the attention of “Customer Service” my jolly jaunt and purchase IN THE STORE... rolled over to McD's for a “Big Mac”, med. chips, med. shake... almost 12-fucking-dollars! AND the “Big” mac is about the side of a “slider”, the “med” chips is about the size of a small and the shake? 2$ and change! FUCK! But... I have SOME “food” in my stomach tonight. (Wish I had a vodka too but...) - And I rolled back into the Hole at about 20.30 to find Minou out in the rain, HLS lounged on the recliner and, come to find out... she'd left the cat out, never bothered to bring the dog out, and gave Hallie a couple of snax and nothing for the cat! Fucking LAZY! But I know that already. - And so now, I've balanced accounts (since I paid the Walmarde on the USD card), put things up for tomorrow and I'm exhausted! At least the “shopping” bit is done. Tomorrow I can repair the cart and be ready for the first possible day when I can get to the rest of the shit round this fucking anus-hole. - Now, hopefully, I'll be able to get some sleep tonight! (I do believe I'll take a Robax... just because.)

Mon.15.Apr: 2.13 SHIT FUCK! My fault. Here we go again. But there rain in the forecast so... not to mention “SNOW” and FREEZING again! Oh well. Fukkit. - Took a Robax at about 22.00 (last night). It should wear off in about 2 hours... Back to naproxen! Mostly for the pain in the neck. - 9.04 and up at 8.55 so there we have the beginning of THIS week. Such fun. - Drizzly, grey, 4°, rain to begin at 10.00, says the Météo. Ah... tomorrow... 8° and “flocons”! Delightful. - My neck hurts. My head's not exactly pain-free this morning. So much for Robax. But I suppose the pain's from something else. So? So... in a bit I'll be in the barn and fixing the cart. Tah dah. - 13.22 HUNGRY and heading out to repair the cart... still rainy, chilly but... - 16.45 THE SIDE-WALK AND THE END OF THE DRIVE ARE DONE! THE ROAD GRAVEL IS IN THE DRIVE! THE WHEELS ON THE CART ARE REPAIRED. ALL IN ABOUT 4 HOURS!!! AND... IT'S JUST BEGINNING TO RAIN... AS I FINISH! - NOW... TWO THOUGHTS: (1) SHE'S NOT GOING IN TO WORK THIS WEEK! IMAGINE THAT! BUT... I COULD HAVE HAD AN APPOINTMENT FOR TOMORROW TO HAVE THE TRANSMISSION FIXED BUT SHE SAID TO MAKE THE APPOINTMENT FOR FRIDAY! RIGHT. FUCK ME! (2) NOT TOO LONG AGO SHE BLURTED, WITH BILE “I'D NEVER HAVE A HOMELESS PERSON IN MY HOUSE!” YEAH? HEY! QUNT! LOOK! A FUCKING HOMELESS PERSON WENT AND GOT THE SHIT TO FIX YOUR FUCKING GARDEN CART (NO THANKS HAVE COME) AND FIXED THE FUCKING CART (NO THANKS AGAIN) *** AND *** CLEANED YOUR FUCKING GUTTERS AND SIDE-WALK (NO THANKS HERE EITHER) *** AND *** HAULED THE FUCKIG DIRT AND GRAVEL TO FILL IN YOUR DRIVE-WAY! HOW ABOUT THAT? YOU FUCKING, WRETCHED, BLEEDING CLOT! HOW ABOUT THAT? - OK. So much for that venting. Now I have to figure where to go to get what to eat for tonight. Hopefully there's a booze shoppe open locally as well. Tonight I could use a fucking drink! - 19.59 SHOWERED! About to have my yoghurt which I got when I'd finished the WORK and left to go get VODKA. So it's about to be “one of those nights”. SHE'S in an argumentative mood and I'm in the room. (If I decide I need to make a wash and am up in the middle of the night....) - 23.38 and 3 episodes of QI and on the 3rd v-ton, short glass. - “Nourishment” for the day, after all the work: a container of Fage, 4 “Funny Bones” and some crisps. Lovely. - But I was out of the shower, into the room and left alone. - Meanwhile, outside... the fucking wind is blowing and it's cold! Météo says it's 2° with “pluie”, though, I'm just in from a smoke and I see no “pluie”. Neige in the forecast from 1-7.00 over-night. And a high of 6 for the day to come. Meanwhile, HLS is suggesting putting the seedlings into the green-house before she leaves... to “make it easier to water” them. Honestly, she DOES believe me to be irresponsible. Yet, I don't see HER doing ANY of the work round the place. The morning will be telling. It's “recycling” day. Gee, I have to wonder: will she put that out? I doubt it. - Oh well... I'm going to touch on soc.med. before sleep, and whilst I do in the 3rd v-ton. Hey! Why the fuck not? Whether or not I drink before sleep has nothing to do with how I feel when I wake up. I always feel like utter SHIT in the morning. And tomorrow? At this rate, there won't be any yard-work. As for the v-ton, I'm wondering about the pain in the neck. Blood thickening, blood thinning, vodka, tonic. When I was having one of those regularly, I didn't have the neck pain. Perhaps the tonic IS a help. One way to find out. - Anyway... fukkitall. And that's that. - I dread this week coming. She'll be here through it all. Hopefully, not drunk and not argumentative. - Oh... by the way: Notre Dame has been torched today. I'm betting it was a “migrant”, Muslim, cheap labour. There was some kind of construction happening... my money's on blaming the construction. - Just sayin'.

Tue.16.Apr; 3.05 Stuck on soc.med. 3 v-tons in. Minds is a fuck-up lately. Worse than FB. Opened an account on “VK”... Russia! Imagine that! - Have been smelling “cooking” for the past few moments and it's HOT in this room. I wonder if the place isn't a-flame. I'm not going to bother to check. - Off to last smoke. Wondering if HLS will take out recyc. this morning. Anyway... I've running to do. Have to get 300USD from the CAD into the USD before Friday... and probably have to arrange pick-up on Friday or a lift to get the truck. I don't trust the old bag. -10.05 and 3°... 7° by 14.00 and bits of clouds all through. Oh, and yes, I AM JUST getting up and out of the bed. In addition to the late hour to, there were several “thigh SPASMS” which are more painful than the calf and such and harder to get rid of. So, I'm rather “normally” exhausted at present. But I'm up, dressed and coffee'ed. There's that. - 11.09 and I've been, she's up and in the loo and it appears the day is... rolling along. - Can't remember if to day IS “recyc”. There's nothing curb-side across the road and I'm not going to check the calendar. I've got other things, like “twigs'n'shit” to ponder... maybe... ponder. - 13.31 Rolling... - 17.38 THE HIGHGATE FENCE-LINE IS CLEAN... AND EVEN MOWED! YES INDEED! MOWED! GOT THE GRAVEL AND SHIT UP FROM THE YARD WHERE IT WAS PLOUGHED INTO THE GRASS, THE DIRT AND GRAVEL ONTO THE DRIVE. EVEN PICKED-UP SOME OF THE PILES OF STUFF! AND JUST FINISHED HOOVERING (THE LITTLE ROOM GOT CLEANED, THE REST GOT A ONCE-OVER)!!! AND SHE'S OUT WALKING W ITH Ms. HALLIE... She took a bag of something with her so there's no telling when she'll be back. - Anyway... I'm quite proud... IT'S WHAT I'VE DONE TODAY TO MAKE *ME* FEEL PROUD! AND THE LITTLE AIR PUMP CAME IN QUITE HANDY TO INFLATE A TYRE ON THE MOWER! ACCOMPLISHED! - Now I'm quite hungry, but I don't want to “settle-in” to eat just yet. But when she gets back... perhaps, if offered, I'll have a beer and then have my franks, which are in the cooler on the porch. - There's more to be done but I'm in no hurry. - Also, rang the Chevy place. I can leave the truck on Thursday evening and the guy there says that the new windshield should come with the new mirror-mount! YAY! SO there I have it.. - 20.18 Just back from a beer. I got invited to eat but passed. It's about the skillet and runs after eating. But I had 4 franks on 2 rolls and 3 Funny Bones for “meal” so I've eaten something. - I'd like a quick shower before bed, but I'm considering. Tomorrow, I think I'll head up to the banque and then finish off the back yard work. Hopefully, the front will dry our a bit before the week-end and I'll be able to run the mower over the leaves. That would be nice. - She's all in for calling Bradley to come cut the OUT OF THE pine. Settled on putting a bird-bath on the stump. Very nice... I hope. We shall see.

Wed.17.Apr: 2.40 I fell asleep at about 21.00 last night, woke at 23.00 and have been up ever since. But I'm feeling the “burn-out” sweating and such. Had a v-ton as I ran through soc.med. Hopefully that'll help with the nap that's to follow, since I HAVE to put MY garbage out today (and, no doubt, empty the fucking litter box because SHE will play the “I don't know how” shit). Anyway... busy day too... must run to Bedford. Thankfully, I ordered a “male-male USB” from Amazon and the order failed. So? So... I'm off to last smoke... and a nap... no shower... ICK! But too fucking bad. (I'll just have to toss laundry in before the week-end at some time and fuck the rest of the world.) - 8.25 dressed, coffee'ed. BLECH! “Normal”. - 8.39 In from smoke. Brilliantly sunny. 2°. Comfy. Threats of 12° during the day! Too HOT, too SOON! But nothing to be done about it. I could go right back to bed but the litter box has to be cleaned, garbage to be taken to the curb. Just another Wednesday. There's yard-work to be done. I have to get to Bedford before 15.00. Though, I could go tomorrow as well but I'd rather get it out of the way and done. Need smokes too, for that matter, at least for another week. Oh... I'm awake, still alive, still “responsible”. Still... oh fukkit! - 9.43 ALL of the garbages are out! Even ALL of the bags from the green-house! DONE! Now? HLS is in the loo and the day is... rolling... fuck. - 10.44 AND.. OUT THE DOOR I GO! - 21.06 OUT FO THE SHOWER! CLOTHES IN THE WASH! JUST GETTING TO EAT! BY 11.00 I WAS OUT THE DOOR, ALMOST DONE BY 17.00 BUT WENT BACK OUT TO FINISH PUTTING-UP THE GARDEN FENCE UNTIL 18.00. AND HAD A BEER! TIME TO EAT! - 21.43 The hole has retired. The clothes are in the dryer. I've had 4 franks on 2 rolls and am having cookies and a naproxen. - 22.47 Wash is done at last! - Now, quick cover of the day's work: Picked-up the twigs from the yard, then raked the apples from the front yard. Next went the chips of fire-wood from the front drive (and the bits on the phone co. property because... BECAUSE... as I was raking the apples, Burt pulled up in front of the house and I asked about burning the dead grass in the back. He said it was fine “Just don't let it blow over to Cooper's. You know how Dickie is.” Made me sick! To think that even BURT is afraid of that scum-sack.) Anyway, picking up the wood-chips led to picking-up the piles of raked debris that's been sitting about for weeks. The yard was CLEARED! Next on the list came mowing the leaves out front. I had to re-inflate the tyre on the mower, but got it running and TAH-DAH! Turned the leaves to a LOT of “mulch”! WOW! The front of the house looked amazing! Nice a neat. Ah... but then I decided to try mowing all the dead grass and straw where the tomatoes were last year. Yes, it all went rolling along quite nicely UNTIL THE FUCKING MOWER GOT STUCK IN THE FUCKING MUD BECAUSE THE FUCKING GROUND WAS SO FUCKING SOFT FROM BEING FUCKING TILLED!!!! AS I WAS TRYING TO “ROCK” THE MOWER OUT (and it kept sinking deeper, of course), FUCKING COOPER COMES OUT OF HIS DOOR. ME? I JUST GOT TO THE BACK OF THE MOWER, GRABBED THE HIND AND *LIFTED* IT OUT OF THE MUCK... JUST AS COOPER, TRYING TO INCITE, YELLED “YOU FUCKING DUMMY!” I ignored him BUT HE SAW ME LIFT THE MOWER UP, PLACE IT ASIDE AND HE IMMEDIATELY WENT BACK INTO THE HOUSE! HE WATCHED ME LIFT MOWER SO NOW, I DO BELIEVE, HE KNOWS MY OWN STRENGTH. Anyway... SOME-WHERE IN THERE, I MANAGED TO GET THE “GARDEN FENICING” STARTED BUT RAN OUT OF STAPLES AND COULDN'T FOR THE LIFE OF ME, FIGURE HOW TO RE-LOAD THE FUCKING THING. I WAS PISSED, THINKING THE DAMNED THING WAS BROKEN! SO, I WENT TO THE FRONT, RAKED THE REST OF THE LEAVES FROM BY THE HOUSE AND FROM UNDER THE FORSYTHIA AND, WITH THE VERY LAST OF THE AIR IN THE TYRE ON THE MOWER, FINISHED THAT CHORE! ALL OF THE LEAVES ARE NOW MULCH! A BIT DOWN ABOUT THE STAPLE GUN, I GOT THE INSTRUCTIONS OUT AND READ... ONLY TO LEARN THAT THE WHOLE RE-LOAD PROCESS IS THE REVERSE OF WHAT I'D ALWAYS DONE... BINGO! RE-LOADED! BY THIS TIME, IT WAS ALREADY 17.00 BUT... BACK TO THE YARD AND THE FENCING IS NOW DONE TOO! - Toddled over to the store for a package of cookies for this evening and 2 bottles of Gatorade (in the hopes it'll help dodge the muscle spasms tonight... I've already had a naproxen too... just in case). Had a Gatorade on the way back. - Was offered a beer... which I accepted... and the left-overs from last night, which I declined. -Point is....
THIS IS WHAT I'VE DONE TODAY TO MAKE ME FEEL PROUD!!!!!
And so... come to find out, HLS will be leaving to go to BTV tomorrow morning round about 8.00. AND HER MARYROSE WILL BE COMING TO DROP OFF HER WINTER TYRES TO BE STORED IN THE GARGE! (Last year *I* dragged the shit in. This year... NOPE!) - So right now, 3 episodes of “QI” and eaten, I'm about to fall asleep! But I want ONE v-ton... for the sleep. So I shall have, scan the soc.med. and head off. - Tomorrow... I NEED to get the money for Friday, should get some more smokes but am “pondering” right now. - MY LIST OF CHORES IS ALMOST DONE! Burn the stump in the drive and push back the RR tie in back of green-house and... other than cutting the pine in the front yard... COMPLETE! - 24.10 Time to try for a nap.

Thu.18.Apr: 8.09 HELL NIGHT THIGH LEG SPASMS! 3.00! - 8.25 Well, here I am, in from a smoke on this RAINY morn. No prob. A day of forced “no work” and fine timing. It was quite the night with being up at about 2.00 with HORRIFIC right leg thigh SPASMS! A pee, and then again at about 3.00. Couldn't stop the pain! So I Tried putting the back brace on and... next thing I know, the 7.00 alarm sounds and I hear the thumping about of HLS. I dozed until the 8.00 alarm and heard her leaving. Decided to get up. Yes, indeed, I do believe it's been confirmed: the SPASMS are being caused by back injury. So, there's nothing that can or will be done about them. The rest of my life is “back brace”. So long as the back brace helps, I'll be and am fine with that. (I'll just have to get one for wearing to bed and such, and one to use for work. But right now, the rain prohibits any kind of work in the yard today anyway. - But I MUST get to a banque and put the money into the USD for tomorrow, because this evening, the truck has to go to the garage for tomorrow's work. I could use more smokes, though it's not an “emergency” because there's a pack here and 2 in the truck which is fine. But I also have to get something to eat for today. So, the decision to be made: Metro or Hannaford's. (I'm thinking it's worth the extra money to just go to Enosburgh, get the cash here and have done with it. I'll have to go to Bedford next week anyway. And I can still go after the repairs.) - Meanwhile, feeling a bit “off”, probably from the broken sleep and the pain. Don't know. But I'm obviously awake. - Another day. - Ah... but then there's the avoiding Maryrose today. Or, just saying “No, I can't haul your fucking tyres into the garage.” What-ever. We shall see. - Have had first coffee, vits., smoke. The new canvas is in the wash. The morning is simply rolling of its own. - 8.43 The lap-top Journal was up to 14 pages... and I've gotten all onto both on-lines. The canvas is on the spin. The morning is rolling along... Very nice. - 13.19 DUN RUNNIN'S! Clean clothes. Clean canvas-blankie. Clean “hoodie”. Out the door, on the road, up to Bedford. Banque, Metro, smokes x2 at 14,82 each! WTAF? But... Back into the truck. Down the road, to Enosburgh. Banque deux. Hole! Done. Fini. And no rains. How charming. Listened to music all the while. And on the return? The old nun hasn't been by. The old woman isn't here. I'm having my “Krema” for lunch. And... I could use a nap! I've had the trots all morning I wonder why. And the weather's quite nice to “finish-off” moving the old fencing (pondering if I should run it along the “Cooper” line). But nope! NOT doing it today. Taking care of my back. - FUKKIT! - 16.08 Just back from bringing the truck to the garage and she tells me that she has to go to BTV tomorrow at 14.30! I took the fucking appointment tomorrow because SHE suggested it. Yeah? Looks like I'll be walking into Enosburgh to get the truck tomorrow. So, may as well plan on getting up early, getting dressed, hoping for fair weather. Two-faced, hypocrite. “Typical”. And whilst we were in Enosburgh, she stopped to get lime and such and had the fucking audacity to tell here little cronie at the cashe “I'm gonna keep this man busy!” Yeah? I said, quite calmly “This man has done more work on your property in 24 hours than has been done in the past 40 years.” and went on about my business of browsing. Fucking qunt, that one there. OF COURS SHE *HAD* TO ADD “I DIDN'T ASK HIM TO DO IT!” WHAT A FUCKING, NASTY, RAW-ROT QUNT! - Right now, I want a nap, and so, I shall take one. Cheese samiches later. - 18.58 WELL! Almost THREE HOURS... “nap”. I laid down and the next thing I see... it's now. And I'm having my cheese sammiches. - Oddly though, the back porch door is closed. I THINK I heard HLS all a-gitter at some point out there. I wonder if her Mayryrose came to drop the tyres and they didn't toddle about to some-where. Should be interesting to see. (OMG! A thought! I don't know where Ms. Rose is staying during her “American sojourn” and I fucking seriously hope it isn't going to be here... during HLS's “Florida sojourn”! Just sayin'.) - Anyway, cheese sammiches are calling. - 21.36 Had the sammiches. The “beignes garnis à la crème Boston” are really quite good... no crème to speak of but they're “filling”... even with-out the filling. Had 2. Finished the damned cookies too. Oh well. But when done, I went to see if anybody was in the house. The porch door closed. Hallie at the kitchen door. So I stepped out of the room to find her in the recliner. Imagine. Oh, and the garage door is still open. - Meanwhile, I'm watching “tele”... and she's off to bed.

Fri.19.Apr: 0.05 Time to TRY for a nap... let's see how it goes tonight. No meds. No vodka. No stuff... just try for a snooze. If it works, fine. If not... I'll be back up and about. - 6.41 YES! 6.41! And I WOKE, on my own, well-rested, after a FULL NIGHT OF SLEEP (WITH THE BACK-BRACE ON) AT ABOUT 6.00, DOZED UNTIL 6.30 AND GOT UP TO THE CALL OF MIMOU AT THE DOOR! - “Fully rested”. I can't believe it! AND IT'S 15° ALREADY! 15! Cloudy, but 15°! THIS is INCREDIBLE! Thankfully, it's not supposed to get much warmer than this. But there's a LOT of RAIN in today's forecast. Same thing for tomorrow. Imagine THIS! - Anyway... let's just see how the rest of the day(s) goes. - Oddly, it seems I've swapped the clench-guard for the back-brace though. Oh well... Can't be “pain-free”. Just swap one for another. - And so, here I sit, with the door open this morning. “It's” happening. - The garage door is still open. Ms. Rose never showed to bring her tyres. Typical. - And let's see how the truck situation works out today. I'm quite a bit nervous about that. But then, no “pain-free”. We can't have that. - Last night, the WIND slammed about. Part of the “restful” sleep could very well have to do with the fact that I didn't have to think of the truck being hit by an old tree. That, and the 3 hour “nap”. Add 6 hours and we have 9. Good sleep. - And here we go. - 8.21 So I'm standing out in the back, having a smoke because, well, she's up and about, when I hear the slamming of a door... next thing, there's “Brandley”, wanting to know what tree “she wants down”. So I take him to the front of the house to show him the tree, explain the 2 options to cut (high for light, low for bird bath... I find the bird bath stupid but...) and she appears on the porch whining about not cutting too low for the bird bath because the cat will get the birds. Bradley explains that cats climb anyway and of course, the fucking “Genius” who knows ALL has to argue. Anyway, Bradley says he'll be back when it's not so breezy because he wants the tree to go where he wants it. I said I could get a rope round it, pull it across the drive. SHE chimes in with “Make sure there's no trucks at the phone company.” (The tree isn't that long.) And so, Bradley's left... until another day. Meanwhile, yes... the day begins with retardation. How charming. - It's so fucking exhausting, I could go right back to bed! And I haven't had 2nd coffee yet! - 21.44 THIS HAS BEEN QUITE A DAY! LET'S SEE... WELL... AFTER SITTING AROUND ALL DAY, HEARING NOTHING ABOUT THE TRUCK, I PHONED, AT ABOUT 13.00 TO ASK IF THE TRUCK WOULD BE READY BY 15.00... “STAFF IN MEETING. BACK IN 10 MINUTES.” I LEFT NAME AND NUMBER. AT ABOUT 13.30 GOT A CALL-BACK. YES, THE TRUCK WOUDL BE READY BY 15.00 BUT... *** WE FOUND THE “COOLER” HAD TO BE REPLACED BECAUSE IT WAS SO BADLY RUSTED! INDEED... 145$ MORE! I HAD NO CHOICE! FINE! I RESIGNED TO HAVING TO PART WITH THE 200$ IN 5s. NO PROB. THEY'D JUST HAVE TO “SPLIT” THE BILL. MEANWHILE, Ms. MARYROSE WAS IN THE KITCHEN AND WHEN I REPORTED THE DEVELOPMENT TO HLS, SHE... HLS, OFFERED TO COVER THE DIFFERENCE!!! MARYROSE SAYS “SHE'S GOING TO HELP YOU, JUDE. TAKE IT.” YEAH? NO! I'VE GOT IT. IT'S OK! SO... 15.00 AND AWAY WE GO... OFF TO THE CHEVY DEALER WHERE, IMMEDIATELY, HLS MARCHES IN WITH ME. WHAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ABOUT 360$ WAS NOW 543,48! I ONLY HAD 550 IN THE ACCOUNT SO I TOLD THE LITTLE FELLER TO TAKE 343,48 OFF THE CARD AND I'D GIVE HIM THE 200 IN CASH BUT... HLS YELLED AT HIM AND DEMANDED THAT HE TAKE THE 200 FROM HER CARD... AND HE DID! SHE KEPT INSISTING THAT IT'S FOR THE WORK DONE ON THE PROPERTY AND THAT I'LL BE TAKING CARE OF THE LITTLE ONES AND THE HOUSE FOR 10 DAYS! RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE GUY... AS HE PROCESSED HER CARD! WELL... BY THE TIME I GOT MY PAPER-WORK TOGETHER, SHE'D ALREADY GONE TO HER TRUCK AND WAS GONE! WITH MARYROSE! Me? I drove back via the Watertower Rd. and got back to the hole at about 17.37... at which time I WENT TO THE BACK OF THE GREEN-HOUSE AND WITH A BIT OF LIFTING AND SHOVING, GOT THAT RAIL-ROAD TIE IN PLACE! NOT SATISFIED, I TOOK THE AX FROM THE KITCHEN AND, STIING ON DAISY'S GARDEN ROLLER, HACKED AT IT UNTIL... IT WAS DOWN BELOW THE GROUND! FOUND A FLAT STONE FROM THE WALL ROUND THE BRAMBLES, PLACED IT INTO THE HOLE AND RAKED DIRT BACK OVER IT! DONE! As I worked, Burt actually came over to chat, kindly! So there's a witness to the work! THAT DONE, I WENT INTO THE BARN, GOT ANOTHER PIECE OF OLD BARN-SIDING AND CLEANED THE “FLOWER-BED” BY THE PHONE SHED AND WAS JUST FINISHING WHEN HLS RETURNED! AND SHE THANKED ME FOR THE WORK! AND I THANKED HER FOR THE HELP! - BACK INSIDE, I WAS OFFERED SOME SORT OF “JAPANESE NOODLE” SORT OF THING AND A BEER. I PREPPED MY OWN NOODLES IN THE MICROWAVE AND WE ATE TOGETHER THIS EVENING. - OK! FINE... UNTIL I CHECKED MY BANQUE BALANCE AT COMMUNITY TO FIND... WALMART REFUNDED ME FOR ONE ITEM AND CHARGED ME FOR THE OTHER ONE!!!!! REFUND FOR THE PUMP BUT CHARGED FOR THE INNER TUBES! SO... BACK ONTO “CHAT” WITH SOME MORON NAMED “ALEXANDER” WHO ASSURED ME THAT THE REST OF THE REFUND WILL BE PROCESSED... “IN TWO BUSINESS DAYS”!! FUCKERS! - BUT... THE TRANSMISSION IS REPAIRED AND THE BACK OF THE GREEN-HOUSE IS DONE, THE STUMP IN THE DRIVE IS GONE AND I'M RATHER ICK AT THE MOMENT, HAVING WORKED A SWEAT WITH THE YARD-WORK. WHAT AN EVENING! HAPPY PESACH! - I also dropped by the store for rolls and jelly donuts for this evening. I have a yoghurt and some cheese but no bread. Didn't eat the bread ad cheese, nor the yoghurt but sadly, the donuts are gone now. I'll have the shits tomorrow! - And tomorrow, HLS will be off to Enosburgh by 9.00 for a hair-and-nails appointment. Sunday, she's off to her Yogi's for Easter dinner. Then, Monday... she needs to be in BTV airport by 14.00! - ADD TO THIS... AT 16.59, A MESSAGE FROM DENIS! “I'm doing better, thanks hope u have a great Easter, luv. U” I DIDN'T GET IT UNTIL 19.35 AND REPLIED “Aw... Easter & Passover are PERFECT now. Your message makes the WORLD better. I DO CARE y'know. You just make sure to take excellent care of you. NOBODY deserves “excellent” more than you do. LOVE YOU!!! Even after all these years.” SO THAT ENDED THE DAY PERFECTLY. - And now? I'm contemplating a v-ton. I do believe I deserve one... at least one! WHAT A DAY! - As for the 200$ I feel I owe... there's grass seed and mulch to be bought... I can do the 200 with that. I do NOT want to be “in debt” whether actual or perceived. - Honestly though, at the moment, I'm quite tired. I was thinking about a shower at 22.30 but... I can simply wash jammies in the morning. Fine. - End of day... I hope. - NEXT? THE WIND-SHIELD!

Sat.20.Apr: 2.11 It's Pesach... and I'd never know. - 2 short v-tons and here I am. The soc.med. was a bit brutal again this evening. The “Woodhauler” does that. But now... last smoke, nap time. - 8.30 and here we go... Not sure why I'm up, but I am. HLS is in the loo, prepping for her “beauty morn” of hair and nails in Enosburgh. Me? I'm having a “normal” morning... neck pain and such. But here I am and here's another grey day after a night of quite some rain. - 12.06 I was snoozin'... and she's returned. - 16.55 I can't believe this day is almost gone already and it's been almost just a waste. I've napped twice! For about an hour each. Sister Mary Blessyoobrother stopped by with more shit to leave on the porch. Seems the folk in town with whom she left much of her shit is a bit perturbed by the whole ordeal so here it comes. I managed to dodge that affair some-how. Thankfully. - Spent too much time on Minds where, on Woodhauler, it's become little more than aggravating so, I'll be avoiding that for a while. - Making a list of things to do round the place when the rains finally subside. And of course, there's MUCH of that. But for the immediate future... just winding-down. I SHOULD have gotten to all the “images” again. But I tend to just want to sleep when doing them. Too much “thinking”... imagine that. - Just spoke with HLS briefly, for the first time, really, all day. Not much to be said there. - Anyway, it rained all through the day. At least the drive looks better, less “puddling”. - Tomorrow? Hopefully I'll pass that with work on the lilies since most business will be closed. Alas and oh well. - 23.05 Going through the “images” I had another WHAMMY of an EPISODE! Head spinning, sick to the stomach, had to close my eyes... BUT... here I am. And the image files are STILL just in the “Telechargement” directory! Oh well... at least I got SOME of them moved. - Anyway, yoghurt for lunch, finished the cheese for “meal” and that's that for that.

Sun.21.Apr: 7.08 and indeed, THAT... WAS , in fact, THAT! I just got up, put on my jammies, went to bed, laid my head and next thing is... “BZZ-BZZ-BZZ”... the 7.00 alarm which got me up and out of bed at 6.50 to a slightly hazy, but relatively clear morning... about 8 hours later. Right through. - And so, I'm in from a smoke. HLS at table. And I'm getting me prepped... to go work on the Highgate lilies today. 'tis the season of “Morning Chores”. Truth be told, I've got “flutter” in the chest this morning. Don't know why. Can't really care. But... I'm awake, so I must still be alive and therefore, there are “chores”. Hey... better than being “I don't want to go out there.” The Météo tells me it's 11°, and there's no “minus” before it. Says them, 21° for the “après midi”, avec du soleil. Charmante. Or something of the sort. - Well? One more café and away. - 9.21 Well, Mme. is on the way to Jesus. Mr. Dimballs' little ones are in the yard. Plastic wrappers rolling about the place. And me? Feeling quite “episodic” this morning. BUT... I'm off to work on the Highgate lilies. WTF? There's “stuff” to be done... maybe the sun-shine will “help”. Only one way to find out. Oh well. - 21.32 I AM HAVING A V-TON! Clothes are in the dryer. And it's been quite the day! I'd no sooner finished the entry at 9.21 and I was out the door... and didn't finish until almost 17.30! WHAT DID I DO TODAY TO MAKE ME FEEL PROUD? WELL CALLER, THANK YOU AND YOU'RE VERY MUCH WELCOME...
Started right in on the lilies along the Highgate Street, raking all the dead grasses from in and between, end to end. When done, decided to transplant 4 clusters from the “Cooper” end to fill in the empty spaces along the row. Fine, Done. Nope. Next I noticed that the rhubarb is coming up but it's spaced rather ridiculously, now that the back fence is down, so I moved 2 clusters closer to the garden gate. Yes, fine, and... THEN I decided to attack the Highgate St. side of the green-house... indeed. Turned the planters over, right-side-up, and that made a mess, of course it did. So I cleaned along the length and decided to put a plastic runner under the planters so that nothing would grow up under them. Yep... Ah, but... something to make SURE nothing grows under them, I found 3 quarts of old motor oil in the barn... and THAT went into the Virginia creeper and THEN the plastic and THEN the planters. Very charming, clean and tidy and... of course I had to move the old fence posts that were atop the planters and so I sorted 6 fair posts to put in between the 6 posts I'd just settled on the garden fence. NOT intending to pound the new posts in, I headed toward the barn and decided to “clean” the hollyhocks. OK... Still had a touch of energy left... IN WENT THE NEXT 6 POSTS! AH... BUT THEN... there was the rolled fence over by the brambles beside the drive. Now THAT could have been an embarrassment. I'd forgotten that I'd “hidden” the wire snips when last I used them, so when I went to the kitchen drawer where they always are... THEY WEREN'T THERE! I IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT THEY'D BEEN USED BY/GIVEN TO Mrs. MARY COMES-N-GOES AND I LOST IT! EVERYTHING IN THE DRAWER WAS ON THE COUNTER-TOP AND I WAS GOING TO LEAVE IT ALL THERE! I WENT ALL OVER THE FUCKING PLACE, AND THE YARD, BARN, GARAGE, LOOKING FOR THEM WHEN, IN MY ANGER IT THOUGHT: “I wonder if I put them with the tyre pump.” Looking in the bag, in the box the tubes came in... THERE THEY WERE! Ah HAH! And... BACK out to the yard to clip the fence, roll it up and roll it into the barn! Think that was enough? HAH! JUST as I'd put the fence in the barn... HLS comes strolling into the yard. I though she said her dinner was a 14.00. She'd said she'd be back by about 14.00. (I don't know what time it was but is was, according to her, much later.) Anyway, thankfully, I'd put everything back in the kitchen drawer so there was no need to discuss that matter. Embarrassment avoided. And I... well... I decided to put in 3 posts along the brambles to hold the fence up a bit better. Hallie and Mme. went for a LONG walk “around the block”. As I say... it was about 17.30 when I FINALLY got back into the house... DONE! I can't believe I did all that work in one day! The back yard work is almost complete for now! (The front is next.)
Anyway... the store was closed and I knew I should eat something. HLS fried 2 old franks for Hallie but I got one, on a roll (my roll), and she nuked a backed potato (with butter and sour cream) and that was “nourishment” for the day... after all that work. I'm NOT complaining! It was MORE than the bread and butter I thought I'd be having. - And after, Martine dropped by, fetched her parcel (that I was going to drop chez Luce, on Wednesday), we all chatted a bit and the evening rolled into the night. - At about 20.30 I went to the shower, after Ms. Hallie and M. Minou “pinkled” and had snax. - Now a bit of a “concerning note”... My arse has been “sore” all day, but I paid it no mind until standing, having a smoke whilst the little ones pinkled, I noticed the “irritation” was considerable. Touching the “seat” of my jeans... they were WET! When I went to take the shower, I put the clothes in the washer and noticed I'd been “dripping” shit all day! Nasty bit on the under-shorts! Now I wonder WTAF THAT IS! I didn't feel I had to move my bowels during the day, and, in fact, had done-so twice before heading out the door this morning. Hmmm.... curious... indeed. - But... right now, I'm showered, the clothes are in the dryer, the house is calm (thankfully... since there are THREE “daughters” up-stairs... and they tried to use the water whilst I was in the shower... so for a bit, the pressure was low... and that's why, when I got out of the shower, I immediately started the washer). About my arse? I don't know, don't want to know, don't really care, am having my v-ton, and will probably have a second before bed. (With crisps... of course... eventually... no doubt.) - WHAT A FUCKING DAY!
AND THAT'S WHAT I'VE DONE TODAY TO MAKE ME FEEL PROUD!
Now, for a bit of soc.med. And, by the way, I was asked not to drop off Minds. People actually enjoy Woodhauler! Imagine THAT!

Mon.22.Apr:1.20 Three v-tons and a good night on soc.med... Gab and Minds. Here's to hoping for a good rest. The “flatulence” continues... “damp”. Let's just see what the “dawn” brings. Last smoke had... I'm done. - 9.55 Up, dressed. Coffee. Smoke. Loo. And... through the night, though I slept... still “leaking” that clear something from the rectum. The haemorrhoids are irritated, I can say that much for certain. But that clear liquid has me a bit concerned. And, over-all, not feeling “quite well”. But of “something” in the chest. Just rather “run-over”/”run-down” I suppose. And this is NOT a time when being “not well” is convenient. There's 10 days of just me and the little ones coming. Oh well... “Time” alone will tell what's to be. But at least I had a “quick” BM. Nothing much, of course... there's nothing much in there. We shall see. - This after-noon, round about 13.00 we'll be on the road. HLS will be off to the air. Hopefully I'll be able to get some grass seed or something for round here. Something to keep me occupied. Or something. - 10.43 Item 1: The “liquid” situation is, I see, almost rather common. Nothing to be “concerned” about. Nice. Item 2: Refund from Walmart notices, after ANOTHER “chat”... the e-mails came as I was “chatting”... they broke it down to the cost of the pump AND ANOTHER for the tax. Morons. Item 3: My chest feels like I've got stones in my lungs! Inhaling all that dust and shit yesterday, no doubt. Item 4: We're leaving early because, at 20.45 last night, Ms. Florida rang to ask if HLS is being cheese. Of all the things! Item 5: The youngsters from up-stairs are still about and there's some sort of chat about a “party” taking place! FUCK! I've no patience for such bull-shit. But I suppose there's nothing to be done about it... save... hope. As for the rest of it all? Another letter from Dept.ED which I was told by Pioneer, I wouldn't be getting any more of. Can't wait to see the “discrepancies” in the totals on THIS one. It really is a shame... the degree of mental retardation in the world today. Well? We roll along... merrily? not. - 11.14 They're out for a walk round the block... what-ever that means. Toddle-time approaches. I'm NOT looking forward to this. (My lungs aren't quite right, my rectum's a bit irritated... and generally... I want to go back to bed.) But the dryer's running... she just can't leave the place with-out... never mind. - 23.59 OUT OF A GREAT SHOWER AT LAST! TEETH BRUSHED. BAND CHANGED. DELIGHTFUL! Clothes are back in the wash because... - As for the day? Well, we were out of here by about 12.30 and Mme. drove to BTV to stop at Dakins to get cheese for her little what-ever. Hallie came along too (indeed, of course) and it wasn't so bad at all. By 14.00 we were at the check-in for the plane and... AND... KRISTE! I've reached the conclusion: she's autistic. Must be. “She's NOT all right.” Get to the counter and she's got her lap-top over the shoulder, a tote full of shit and a rolling carry-on. The nice air-line broad says “You have to check one. You're allowed only 2 carry-ons.” WELL! With much ado and not being listened-to, as is usual, I said “Put the lap-top in the tote. That makes two!” OH MY FUCKING GOD! CONFUSION AND DRAMA AND TURMOIL! SHE JUST DOESN'T LISTEN, DOESN'T PAY A DAMNED BIT OF ATTENTION! I finally told her to take the damned lap-top off her shoulder. Meanwhile, she takes the fucking cheese out of the bag and tosses it into the tote! No need. But... I take the lap-top in the shoulder case, into the tote. Next? ANOTHER fucking tote that was half full... folded, into the larger tote. TWO FUCKING ITEMS AND ALL WAS WELL! Then she “mentions”, casually, “That saved me 50$.” No “Thanks.” Fucking entitled retard. I squelched my annoyance, hug, hug, off she went to the gate and I, off to the truck. DONE! (She left at 15.30 and was due in Tampa at about 23.30 or so. One 3-hour lay-over in Phily... She sent word as she boarded at Phily... no word since. Never mind.) - OK! As I left the aeroport, I decided to stop by Home Depot, since we were there, check their “nursery” items... for flowers, shrubs, something to put into the muck in the back yard. WELL! TWO BLUEBERRY BUSHES (quite small) at 9$ each and TWO 8-packs of marigolds at just over 3$ each and Ms. Hallie and I were on the road back North! YAY! (The 27$ total goes toward pay-back for the 200$ and I'll be getting more flowers, to be sure.) - The drive back was strange... I'm still feeling rather “removed” from me, not well, but not ill, and I was TIRED! BUT... when we got to the hole, I got to planting. - The marigolds are in the phone-shed flower bed, nice and fertilised. Next, the blueberries. I found some old peat in the green house, tossed it into the muck-hole that was still there from when I LIFTED the damned mower out. Mixed half of the left-over potting soil and half of the sand I'd bought for my plants into the muck, turned it with a spade and... PLANTED THE BLUEBERRIES! NEXT... into the barn, took 2 tomato cages, opened them up to make a LARGER cage to put round the bushes, took photos... sent them along. - DONE! WOW! - “Meal” time... it was about 16.45 already! Came into the house, grabbed the “food card”, off to the store for ice cream and donuts. Back, I took another one of those “Japanese noodle” meals, tossed that together and into the micro-wave. There was an old tossed salad in the fridge, I had that, then the noodles, then the ice cream. As I ate, the little ones had dinner too. We watched “The Five”. - I tossed jammies and bath linens in for a wash and got to cleaning the back porch. Tried my idea of stacking the 2 tables out there, but there's some kind of hole in the floor under the one under the kitchen window so... that didn't work. BUT... I managed to get ALL of the fucking baskets hanging from the ceiling and tidied the porch up REALLY well! (For now... until she comes back and fucks it all again). Not satisfied.... I Hoovered the porch, then the little room, the kitchen, living-room... the Hoovering is done for now! Crashed on the recliner for a little while and I was off to the shower by about 22.30. (Showered with the hopes of hot water... since Dimballs still has his “little ones” there, still. I've a feeling this is some kind of “school break”. They'll be here for the week. Fuck! As it is, there are TWO bicycles in the yard. Oh well...) - So, as the clothes go to the spin... MY ARSE IS BLEEDING A BIT! That “fluid” is still running, staining my under-wear, smelling terrible, and the haemerrhoids are quite rather raw at this point. I've been “stuffing my arse” with loo paper and tissues, and a damned good thing too... the shit and blood on the paper... Bad enough it got to the under-wear yesterday... and a bit again today. Thankfully, there was some “Shout” in the loo... hopefully it'll take the stain out. I'm trying to remember... I DO believe I had this once before. I'm thinking it's the piles... and the strain from all the work of the past couple of days. What-ever. Somebody on-line had mentioned they had the “drainage” and they started drinking vinegar. I'm back to mine... I've skipped about a week. Anyway, let's see what it does (or doesn't). Can't hurt. Might help. - 24.26 Just got the clothes to the dryer. The “Shout” got out most of the stain. Good. - Anyway, quite the day. 9 more to go. - Nothing on the agenda for tomorrow except maybe some sort of work about the place. Take the plants from the white room, put them into the green-house. Maybe clear the front gutter. Nothing serious. Wednesday... to the banques. - OH... and the fucking letter from Dept.ED? I see only a 125 reduction in the total from last month! I'm PAYING 164! Tomorrow... Pioneer's going to be on the line. Fucking thieves, this fucking country. - Time to move along... let the clothes dry... It's “tomorrow” already... And still no word from Florida. Typical.

Tue.23.Apr: 0.29... I want another smoke. Can't have any food. Back on the vinegar. Clothes in dryer. Oh well. - 1.18 Laundry's done. Sent HLS a cute photo of the little ones asleep on the sofa with a message saying “We tried to stay awake but some of us couldn't manage” ... got a nasty “Well sorry...” reply. She's retarded. It's a wonder she's allowed to operate a motor vehicle (almost ran into the curb going to the areoport anyway). Fuck it. Fuck her. No more messages... sent or acknowledged. Fukkitall. - Time for a nap anyway. - 8.36 and... another day... but “PEACE”... relatively, anyway. - I heard the 7.00 alarm and “dozed” until 8.17 after a night of NO back brace, NO clench guard, NO spasms... JUST SLEEP! And I fell right to sleep almost immediately. How odd. How terribly strange. “Normal”. AND, I didn't get up to PEE! How absolutely strange. And the little ones have been out, had breakfast. I've had coffee and smoke. How just abnormal is this normalcy. - Of course, so as not to be “perfectly normal”, there's still the lingering bit with the arse. I DO feel a touch “out of it”, but that's become my “normal”, over all. But and OK then. - Now... to the loo. - 9.21 “Loo” is regular, normal, nothing notable. Just the piles are still a bit raw. But... there we have it. - The day is rolling. I need to do like-wise. - 12.54 AND... THE PLANTS FROM THE WHITE ROOM ARE IN THE GREEN-HOUSE (AND THE DOOR IS CLOSED... BECAUSE WE'VE GOT A “0°” NIGHT COMING). THE PEONIES ALONG THE DRIVE ARE CLEAN... THE LEAVES WERE “MULCHED” WITH THE MOWER. THE GUTTER ROUND THE FRONT OF THE HOLE IS CLEANED. THE DIRT IS FILLING THE HOLE AT THE END OF THE DRIVE. IMAGINE THAT! And now I wait for 13.15 to ring “Pioneer” to listen to their little tune about where my Soc.Sec. money is going. - But at least my “work” and “responsibilities”, chores and duties are being done. - Couldn't help but think of HLS and her “I pay the bills!” bull-shit. Came to mind:
She says: “I PAY THE TAXES! I PAY THE MORTGAGE! I PAY THE BILLS!”
Me says: I write the songs that make the whole world sing.
I write the songs of love and spe-e-eshul things.
I write the songs that make the young girls cry,
I wrote the songs
I mow the lawns
I clean the yard
I move the fences,
pound the posts,
I clean the floors
I dust the walls
I feed the dog
I feed the cat
I haul the trash
I plant the plants
I shovel snow
I stack the wood
I clean the stove
I trim the trees
I clean the porch...
I write the songs
I write the songs.
(She is the tard.) And there we have it for the day. - And I haven't even had 2nd coffee yet! Never mind “brunch” or such. Tired... again... already. - 13.37 Spoke with Pioneer (Emily) who says the cut in my Soc.Sec. should be off BUT the Dept.ED hasn't even started that paper-work. But I MUST say... I'm going to miss working with Pioneer. - Meanwhile... feeling a touch “episodic” here at the moment... I wonder: Mini strokes? Or what? What-ever. - Moving on to something next... not sure what... but something... next. - 19.35 WELL!!! SO... The Walmart refund is DONE AT LAST! Which covered, oddly enough, the cost of my dinner tonight which was pasta with tuna and a touch of cheese. (I'll have the ice cream later. Imagine that! Ice cream “later”.) - Today's “WHAT I'VE DONE TO MAKE ME FEEL PROUD”: The moving of plants to the green-house, cleaning of the drive, mulching of the leaves, cleaning of the peonies AND the gutter AND... I fertilised the Highgate lilies! (Then, I snoozed a tough for about an hour on the recliner.) - The litter box is cleaned and the litter, freshened. Dishes are done. Budget for tomorrow is complete. And too, the DirExp through to July. - Meanwhile, out on the drive... about FIVE HUGE black garbage bags again... I took a photo... One of these days, the collectors are going to get pissed and... I'll have the photo evidence. I'm not going to mention it. FUCK HER! I have TWO small bags that will go out in the morning... before I hit the road. - I have to wonder if I'll get the 100 next week. This month is going to be a bit tight, with the transmission and the wind-shield. Oh well. (I've decided to use the 30CAD she gave me for the mulch... for the mulch. Fukkit! Not MY property. She's quick to remind ***ME*** that SHE pays the bills and the house is HERS. Fine! So too... the fucking lilies and the mulch. - Anyway... A quick stroll with the little ones, a smoke and a “settle-down” for me. Hopefully tonight will be restful. I'd like to get an early start on the day tomorrow. - 19.58 In from stroll and THIRTEEN HUGE BAGS AND THE BARREL OF TRASH! JEEZUS! Oh well... not my monkey... not my circus. - SNAX for all! - 22.18 THE FURNACE JUST KICKED! Météo says 13° and rain. The street's just “damp” but the heat's coming up? Very odd, indeed. - Meanwhile, I'm off to the shower! SHOWER! YAY! - 23.06 Shower done. Clothes in the washer. Lights off round the hole. And I'd LUV a v-ton but I think vinegar would be better, all told. - Before showering, I “wiped” with tissue and coconut oil. Figured, can't hurt, might help. Might stop the itching and burning, if nothing else. Thus far... OK. Let's see what the morning brings. - Time for a smoke. I've got a wait (for the wash) ahead. - 23.16 It''s RAINING! PERFECT timing for the fertiliser on the flowers! May it continue, softly, through the night. - And I've had my vinegar so no, no v-ton. - Now for a bit of soc.med. whilst the wash washes.

Wed.24.Apr: 1.06 WHAT THE FUCK? I JUST GOT AN ENTIRE MONTH'S SOC.SEC. DEPOSITED IN THE ACCOUNT!!!! NOW I NEED TO GET TO THE BANQUE FIRST THING WHEN THEY OPEN! NOT TO MENTION... RE-DO MY BUDGETING! FUCK! HOLY SHIT! - Good thing I checked... Thanks to the laundry being late! - THIS MEANS THE WIND-SHIELD IS COVERED THIS WEEK... NEXT MONTH, THE INSURANCE AND REGISTRATION ARE COVERED. JUNE AND JULY ARE MINE! IT'S SHORT-LIVED BUT... MUCH NEEDED! - I NEED TO GET A NAP... AND NOTHING MORE! OFF TO THE BANQUE BEFORE THEY TRY TO TAKE IT BACK! - 2.50 and I'm up... awake... ANXIETIES! NOTHING BUT ANXIETIES! OVER THE AMOUNT ON THE CARD AND THE DREAD THAT IT'LL DISAPPEAR BEFORE I GET TO THE BANQUE! CONGESTION. LIKE ASTHMA. CONSTANTLY COUGHING. I can't lay down. The rumbling and wheezing start. I've been coughing straight through for almost 2 hours now. So? I may as well face the fact: I'll be up. I can take naps during the day... once the money is where it has to go. Imagine? I hoped for this day, wished for it. Now I've got it and it turns to Hell. Typical “me”. Typical “my life”... my “existence. - At least it's not a bitter cold night. In fact, if it weren't so damned depressing, I'd go for a walk. Instead? I'll work another page on “G's”... more music, links to the listing on Minds. An “add-on” to the “Juke-Box”. Something not a “permanent” page on the site... just in case Minds disappears too. - Well? “And we'd both stay up 'til the morning light, and we'd sing... HERE WE GO AGAIN.” - 3.47 Had to get to the loo... BM. I'm going to try for a nap... again. It's going to be a rough day ahead. - 9.02 I heard the7.00 alarm and dozed... heard the 8.00 alarm and dozed! 8.45! I certainly had an idea that this is how this would play out! I remember seeing the clock at 4.05 this morning and then fell asleep! And now, the little ones are having breakfast, I've had my coffee and a pee but have to sit for another BM... Hey! I also have to check to make sure the money's still on the card! The anxieties! - Yes... still there! I've got to get rolling! - 14.06 I MADE IT!!! To Community, got the cash, made deposit. THEN... on to St. Albans to Safelite where I've an appointment on Friday at 12.30 to have the wind-shield (with rear-view mounting button attached) replaced! And... only 335USD! Not GREAT but not as bad as the 450USD I'd expected. THEN... on to Walmarde where I got snax for Hallie, dry food for Minou, a can of “Flat-Fix” for the fucking mower, and for me, a little tool bag of the pump and the little clips and such that I use regularly, a pair of slippers (that have to be returned on Friday because they're WAY too big... fuck me), and a packet of Lupines, Sunflowers and a red flowering vine for the little bird-house in the back yard to attract HUMMIES! AND... I was back in the hole by 13.44! (I was at Community at 10.34! I see by the receipt.) - AND... as soon as I got back, I planted some of the seeds in the yard, posted HLS's mail, got the stuff from the box (including a “Collections” note for the 2kUSD for the “episode” visit to the ER... I'll have to see how to wrangle that with Medicaid... I hope, fuck me.) - MEANWHILE... the two bags of garbage that I put to the curb are gone BUT... THE THIRTEEN (13) BAGS AND BARREL FROM DIMBALLS ARE ALL STILL VERY MUCH THERE!!!!! COMES AS NO SRUPRIISE TO ME! Hopefully, the “collectors” will just leave it all there and give HLS a curt and terse note... for extra charge. “Schandenfreude”! It's what she deserves for thinking so lowly of me. I told her they'd refuse to take all that shit. (And to think, I'm trying to pay back the 200USD for the transmission work. FUCK!) - Right now, I want something to eat (of course I didn't get anything to eat for me!). And, a bit of a snooze... if I can possibly manage one. - WHAT a day! - 16.58 TWO-hour nap and... dinner. - 6.00 and another “Pasta a la forTUNAta”. I'm SUTFFED because... 2 toasted rolls with cream cheese when I got in from running... then the “nap”. Well... I need... NEED to pack the calories whilst I may. Meanwhile... 13 bags and a barrel of garbage sit at the end of the drive. Oh well. We're dealing with shit. The idiot up-stairs hoardes garbage for a month, and the idiot down-stairs hasn't got the guts to correct the idiot up-stairs. (Although, I keep in mind, she, the idiot down-stairs, has NO trouble venting and yelling at ME! So? Let THEM deal with it. I've other things to occupy my mind and time with.) - And so, at the moment, I'm looking forward to later tonight, a v-ton at last, a wind-down and hopefully a night of sleep. - 21.04 and I'm “considering” not even bother with a shower tonight. I'm EXHAUSTED! All told, it might not seem like much, but functioning on about 4 hours of sleep and getting things accomplished... well, I'm rather impressed with me. - Odd... not a blip from the “home-owner”. Reminds me of Kathy Siciana, Walker Valley “I'm usually a wreck when I go on vacation, but I didn't even think about the office once all the while. I know that you can and will handle anything that comes along.” Yeah? Yep... Like 13 bags and a barrel of garbage that the collection won't pick up. Ah... that: I expect to find it under my window in short order. And, if that happens, it will be found under HLS's window, on the porch, in equally short order, waiting for her when she returns. Hopefully, there will be days hot enough to “attend” to it, allowing the “fragrance” to waft into her room. I'll just close her door, have Hallie sleep on the sofa, and have done with it. No sense in “addressing” the issue. It's been tried. I got told “It's MY house!” and that was the end of it. And maybe Ms. Pammie will see it all sitting in the yard. Not that anybody will mention it to me. Of course, not. But there it will be. (I'll laugh if some animal gets to it and scatters it about the yard. One good wind and it'll be “the talk of the town”. Hey! This isn't MY house... not MY responsibility. I “tend the grounds”, sit the pets, tidy. I don't haul somebody else's garbage. Alas. - And on that note, it's time to decide about the shower, have a glass of water or something, and get to the business of closing this day. - I wonder how Denis is doing. - 23.54 Out of the shower, had a v-ton, having a 2nd. - “Inherited” a “laminator” tonight. Made up 2 signs: “No garbage under window or stairs” which will be epoxied to the wall tomorrow, out-side the one window I have. And I like the machine... which she doesn't use and didn't even know where it's been. Fuck it. As the “Care-Givers” of Jamaica are told “You'll be grossly under-paid and appreciated and if you need to augment your income, do so as you can.” I do. Not by much, and not nearly as would be appropriate but... - Anyway, I'm tired tonight. I COULD have gone right to bed at about 21.00 but didn't. So here I am... the clock approaching mid-night. I'll have my drink, a smoke and hit the bed and HOPE for sleep. - Tomorrow? I don't know... I'll deal with it when I'm confronted.

Thu.25.Apr: 0.00 Tah-fucking-dah. It's “tomorrow”. Time for a smoke. - 0.51 LAST SMOKE! TO BED! HOPEFULLY... TO SLEEP! - 8.07 and at 8.00 I heard the alarm... both the phone AND cat alarm! And I've had coffee. They've had breakfast. And I actually DID... AGAIN... sleep through the entire night... not getting up, even to pee! No pains. No wakings. Just out through the night. (And yet, as is usual... I'm tired.) - Mr. Dimballs' vehicle is gone from the yard but the 13 bags and a barrel of garbage remain... along with 2 bicycles. Fine... the place is “Little Grisolm Estates”. (I should make a sign.) And it shall stay that way. - I've got to have a smoke and a BM! - 9.07 and the day is “rolling along”. The “itch” is back this morning. It was a lovely day of reprieve... for the while. We can't have too many of those. And I see, in the forecast, “NEIGE” for the 30th, more rain for today. Alas. Oh well. And I feel more like going back to bed than doing much else... for some reason. I have to wonder though: what is actually going on in my body? (I have my suspicions... but... like all things “Earthly”... it's all about the “inevitable”. No sense dwelling on it.) Moving along... just... moving along. “Soon and very soon...” - 12.22 IN-FUCKING-CREDIBLE! I made the mistake of mentioning the garbage on the lawn and the QUNT contacted Sylvester who will collect it all NEXT Wednesday. MEANWHILE... she sends a message to the fucking White Trash In-Breed up-stairs telling it to put the shit UNDER MY WINDOW... AGAIN! I've already put up TWO signs “NO GARBAGE UNDER WINDOW OR STAIRS” (one of which is epoxied to the brick... fuck). I cleaned the window... THE WINDOW, in the hopes of having it available, come the warmer weather and she pulls THIS SHIT? WELL... the “chat” went amok, she's been told that I understand now where I set in her “esteem”, and I'm about to block her fucking number for the duration. She can fucking rot. And I DID tell her than if he puts that shit under this window, it will be under HERS because I'm not tolerating ANOTHER episode of rotting garbage, maggots and dead animals under this window again. - FUCK... and it was going quite well... Well... it will go better... once her fucking shit is blocked. (I'm getting an archive, just to keep the messages and history... It'll do well in a court of law. If I can figure a way... she'll pay to get me out of here... and the idiot admitted that she's got more money than people know of.... 401k and such. As she said: Stanhope threatened to sue her for 20k “Which I know you don't have.” and she admitted “I do have it. He just doesn't know.” Well? I know... keep fucking with me. - OK.. so also Lisa gave me the 2nd compliment on how nice the property looks (even with all the fucking garbage). So the town knows... THAT TOO will go well in court. Let's just see how and where it all goes. - 12.51 Archive done. Her number is blocked. Peace... - I'm going to print a note for Dimballs, to put the garbage on the porch and leave it for him. Meanwhile, that area needs to be cleaned. - 20.24 WELL... QUITE ANOTHER DAY! HLS IS BLOCKED FROM TEXT AND CALLS. PEACE. - I never did print that note to Dimballs and as I noticed when I grabbed an archive of my “Text Messages” and such, the last word from the old qunt was that she told him to just leave the fucking garbage where it is. Fine by me. Let it sit there and rot... and animals get at it... I give neither shits nor fucks. - AND SO... annoyed, I headed out... CLEANED THE AREA UNDER THE WINDOW, EVER SO NICELY. First time it's ever been done since I can figure. But I've noticed that the old bicycle that was under the window is now gone. Odd. As I'd finished that work, cleaning all the leaves and such out, Pam stopped at the P.O. and called over to me. So I went to chat with her. She noticed the garbage and I told her the whole store including “I was just ripped to shreds about it.” Pam was rather taken by the fact that I should get the brunt of it. As she said “Is that the one up-stairs?” I said “10 bags last month. 13 this month.” We talked about the work I do round the place. She says it looks SO much better. I thanked her and mentioned how I'm talked about, being “verbally abusive” and all. She says HLS talks highly of me. (I don't believe Pam anyway, but... what-ever.) We discussed HLS needing an inspection, so I know that's been noted. The I asked if she (Pam) or Dave had gotten the bike. Nope. It's a mystery. She asked “You don't think he took it and sold it? No. He's too lazy.” Even she knows about that bit. Well then, the fellow from Richford/The Homestead came by. We chatted briefly and all departed. I came in for a coffee and to call about the “collections” on my “episode” visit to the ER in October. (I told them I'd submitted to Medicaid... they're going to try to do so. If nothing else, it suspends the bull-shit for a while. We'll see...) - That done... I headed right back out to CUT THE EDGES OF THE WALK IN FRONT OF THE HOLE AND ROUND TO THE DRIVE ON THE SOUTH SIDE. I'm NOT doing the rest... down to Cooper's, that can fucking rot. Dimballs came back as I was working on the walk by the drive. Said NOTHING to me... Good little fellow... he'd have gotten a face full. - THEN... it was time to have supper! So I put the pasta water on the fire, headed to the store for chicken fukkitz, donuts, half'n'half, ice cream and came back to my pasta a la fukkitz and ice cream, and served dinner for all. THAT DONE... headed BACK out-side to “lop” the rosa ragosa along the drive, then, manually clip/trim the tops and rake the drive clean. (I was going to mow a bit but the tyre has to be deflated then re-inflated with FlatFix and rolled about a while and I wasn't in the mood so... fuck it.) - As it all wound-down, the work was done by about 19.30. Ms. Hallie, M. Minou and I walked round the place to look at the work. I'm leaving the walk dirty because of the rain in tomorrow's forecast. Let that wash it a bit. Ms. Hallie “made business” and we all came in for “snax”. And now, at 20.47, my sweat-shirt is done drying, I'm about to head to the shower and hopefully an early end to this night... perhaps (I hope) a quick v-ton and a night of sleep because tomorrow... WIND-SHIELD REPLACEMENT and a trip to Walmarde to exchange the new slippers. IF I have the energy and ambition and manage a night's restful sleep tonight, I'll spin up to Bedford or Sutton or both. MAYBE I'll even get some mulch. We shall see. - This evening, I set the 40517 number to ring on the ATT phone. I figure I'll carry the ATT with now, since I'm paying and it gets coverage with-out Internet. May as well. I can still give the 40517 number and get calls. - So much for this day. So much for... shit. - 23.34 Out of the shower. Clothes in the “quick” wash. 2 v-tons whilst watching tele with the little ones. The day is now winding into night and I'm just trying my best to understand that I don't have to leave here tomorrow until about noon... so that gives me MORE than sufficient time to sleep... may it be tonight. - Other-wise, it's a comfort: the thermostat in the hole is up to 69°F, the radiator is cranking nice heat in the room, it's a bit chilly out there tonight, but most important... no fucking messages from the qunt. Peace. May it remain so. - A little soc.med. whilst I wait for my washing and... TO BED! - Odd... most of the day I'm utterly exhausted. Come the evening, I almost can't wait to get to bed. But the moment arrives when I DO head for the bed and the dread of a night of pain strikes... and the fear over-rides the fatigue. I'm literally afraid to go to bed. Couple that with the pain in the left side of my neck and I worry that I'll drop in my sleep... or worse... wake incapacitated! Sleep... it's my enemy-above-all-enemies. - But I “cleansed” the “bottom” with coconut oil before showering and all's quite well. No stains on the under-item either. May THAT be healed as well. - Tomorrow will be interesting. “Light rain”... “faible pluie” as it were. Supposedly to begin mid-day and get worse as the night comes. I'll have 90 minutes or more to do something whilst waiting for the wind-shield. Walk to Walmarde? Grab an actual lunch? Imagine! I actually CAN grab a lunch! And if I had somebody to talk with, I have a phone that I can use! Wow! How “life” has “changed”. (But I know, all too well... it can change for the worse at any moment. May as well live the moment... fuck the rest. I STILL NEED to get the fuck out of and away from THIS fucking “bhodsi ke”. SOON and QUICKLY!) -

Fri.26.Apr: 9.01 And I heard the alarm and it put me right back to doze... until 8.49 when I got up, got the little ones out, had my coffee, got them breakfast, let them in and had my smoke on this rainy Friday morn. Thankfully, not a cold, rainy Friday morn. But rainy, of course, none-the-less. So I'll either sit at the garage whilst the wind-shield gets replaced or I'll toddle in the rain for a lunch. Nothing that can be done to change the weather... just have to adjust the actions taken. Alas. BUT... yet ANOTHER night of sleeping through! - Last night, I'd made my little note, checked-in on the soc.med. and that was that. A “check-in”, “check-out” and to bed. I was EXHAUSTED. Head on the pillow, thoughts began to wander about, as usual, and the next thing... morning alarm. This is amazing! Yes, there's still the pain in the neck, but, no pain and I've died in my sleep. Here I am. (That always reminds me of “Harold”.... crazy little old guy... Calvary... those good days when I always felt I'd earned my breaths of air and a place in existence.) - Well? Off to the morning. Let's see how this day rolls along. (I expect nothing of it... if not something gone amok, awry. Let's see... let's just see.) - 10.08 Morning loo done... and irritating again. Well, it was a good night anyway. Now to 2nd coffee and... - Nice... no nasty “messages” this morning. But this rain! My anxiety levels are quite high, thinking about the wind-shield. Oh well, can't have “perfect”. (Meanwhile... 13 big black garbage bags and 2 kiddie bicycles sit in the yard. Maybe I should list them some-where: “Come Take”.) - 16.45 Out of here just around noon.... back in at 16.21 and accounts are reconciled, 10 sacs of mulch are in the green-house and it's time to prep a MEAL... purchased at Métro, Bedford. Details to follow when I settle.... - 19.10 OK... Had my 4 “Crustinis” for “meal”, followed but a bowl of “Rolo” ice cream and... AND... fell right to sleep for about an hour. Let's recount the after-noon here... and what an after-noon it was: Out the door in a light drizzle and off to St-Albans for first stop at the Mobil station to fill the truck. It was down to almost a quarter tank and I knew I had a bit extra in the account. 45USD, 14,4gals using the Com.card and down to Safelite where there was a woman with a small item before me. She and I chatted a bit and with-in moments, she was off and I was next. It was about 13.00 by then but I didn't mind at all. Seriously though, it was before 14.00 and I was OUT... and back on the road, with a wind-shield that looks like the original! (The only thing different is the shade of the inspection sticker which is a bit more to the “orange” side than red, but I don't care. The rear-view button DID come with and all is spiffy! In fact, it takes a bit of getting used to now... no crack in the glass! YAY! And the guy says the rain actually “helps” the glue! I just can't hit bumps... yeah, right, in VT and QC or slam the door... which I have to do anyway... for 48 hours. OK.) Up to Walmarde where I went in and exchanged the slippers... no hassle, just exchanged. (They fit very well, by the way. I've been wearing them since I got back.) Those were the 2 items on the “Must Do” for the day, or so I thought. I realised, this morning, that I didn't have the 2 “back-up packs” of smokes in the truck and was down to the half-pack! There really wasn't much choice in the matter of going to QC but going to Sutton today, with the wind-shield and “no bumps” wasn't really an option. That “rue Principale” there, in Sutton, is a MESS! So... I just headed up the Gore Rd. out of Highgate and across to Morses Line where, it was the most remarkable snap crossing. “Where are you going? Why are you going there? What are you leaving there?” and the usual weapons questions and bing... off I went, up the Dutch. First stop, RONA where I decided to go for bust... 10 bags of mulch! And not 3,99CAD but 3,33 each! BARGAIN! I, of course, had to load them my-self, but, I did it! (And the extra weight in the truck made such a better difference in the driving! I need more weight to that thing!) Off to the banque to deposit the 300USD which gave me only 389 today. Still, not too bad. Being on the “lazy” side, I decided to try the Ultramar dép in town for smokes. WHAT an experience THAT was! I asked the old broad if she had the carton. “Pardon?” I repeated in French. She just turned round, found a carton, tossed it onto the counter. “C'est combien?” I asked. “Pardon?” she snapped. “C'est combien, SVP.” I repeated as abruptly as she snapped “Pardon?” 1-fucking-12 and 34. I was just too damned lazy to say “Stuff it.”, mostly because I figured they'd be the same at Sonic and because I had NO intention of driving to Sutton. I bought the carton and headed to the truck to open and split-up the carton before heading into Métro for lunch and meal for today and tomorrow. In Métro... the last package of BostonCremes (yay!) 4 Crustinis, 2 Krema (on sale), more laundry detergent (just because I can today), “Rolo” ice cream (just because it's different and just slightly less than the ice cream in the Fuklin store). The bad thing there? The little thing at the cashe asked if I wanted to donate a dollar to something, I said “Non. Pas aujourd'hui.” and she took the dollar anyway... which I didn't notice until I got back. Hey... fine. I was too tired over-all anyway. But, “shopping” done, back to the border where, when I told the US guy that I had mulch and groceries, he looked into the back of the truck, read something on the bag and it took a few moments before he came back, handed me my passport card and said “You're all set, sir.” I'm thinking he had to check whether or not the mulch was passable... not to mention... 10 bags. But... away I went rolling and back into the yard at the hole! I DID IT! MANAGED THE ENTIRE AGENDA! - When I arrived, it must have been some hour past 16.00 and Dimballs was already parked just slightly off the drive. I came in the Highgate side because I wanted to get the mulch into the green-house. (The mulch had gotten wet, there was still a bit of ice on it, I figure being in the green-house will thaw and melt and dry it.) Anyway, I parked, brought the groceries in and un-loaded the mulch. As I did, Dimballs came out of the house for some reason, was in the yard briefly, and said nothing to me. Lord-only knows what the old qunt sent to him via text. But what-ever it was... just as dense, ignorant and retarded as she is, the garbage is still where it was, as are the 2 bikes. Fuck'em, really... ALL of them... and maybe not even fuck'em. Why waste a fuck? But and so, there are 12 bags of bloody mulch in the green-house now. (I have to add this to the 200USD I owe and am paying back.) - By the time I got that all done, it was, believe it or not, time to begin “nuking” dinner and serving the little ones! This day just rocketed by. - BUT... BUT... I come into the room and there's ALL SORTS OF LITTLE IMAGES ON THE PHONE! Safelite! I LEFT MY GLASSES THERE! FUCK! And Josh made a couple of calls and left a message to let me know! (Of course I left my glass there. If I hadn't, this day would have been... OH FORBID... PERFECT!) I rang Josh and got him just as he was leaving form the week-end. So now I have to go back on Monday to get my glasses! But what I'll do is drive the qunt's truck over to have him check her wind-shield. If the cost isn't too much, (he'd quote me about 80USD... which is, this moment, a bit “high” because I want to get new speakers for the truck now that I can with the little extra I got from soc.sec. this month) I might just have him dop a drop of epoxy on the little chip... more of the 200USD paid off. (Yes, it bothers me... I don't want the fucking extra money and yes, I'll see to it that it gets paid back. As it is, she gave me 30CAD for the mulch... I still have the cash to give back.) Get my glasses, get her wind-shield in good order, maybe get the speakers at the same time. No prob. Shit... I'll put gas in her fucking chariot whilst at it.... but THAT not until I go to fetch her so she can SEE that gas was added. - ANY... WAY... THERE WE HAVE IT... WHAT I'VE DONE TODAY TO MAKE ME FEEL PROUD! - (Next anxiety-event? Making sure the insurance and registration are paid... come June.) - Well, thankfully, I have a “back-up” pair of glasses for the week-end so all is well. - Right now, I took Hallie and Minou out for a stroll round the house as I had my smoke. Hallie will have to go out again in a bit before settling in for the night. Then snax. My “meal” dishes are washed. The kitchen floor is in dire need of a mopping... maybe, if I “wake up” in a bit, I'll get to that. If not? Who really cares? - A delight to know that there won't be any messages on the phone and if the old thing rings the house, I won't answer and probably won't pay any attention anyway. I've no time, no need for her hate... and that's what it comes down to: she works against me, then whines and bitches (in spite of what others may say). We've gone through all this shit before... I'm NOT going through it again. I'm sick of that repeating shit with her. I do what I do, what I can, what's needed round here... for what? A room where I eat un-cooked food, keep water bottled for my drinking and coffee, keep my toiletries and such? BUT I'm here to tend HER little pets, and when things need to be done (like today's mulch), I'm here to DO that! FUCK IT! She can say what-ever makes her feel better to her-self, look better in the eyes of her retard cronies. I do VERY good by her... in spite of the whining and lying and ignorance. - Time to let that go... it's Shabbat. - Let's call it: 24.20 just to hold the day... and I'm just finishing a v-ton here and about to get into bed... no shower tonight. I can make a wash tomorrow (later?). But it's been a day. Let's hope for a peaceful night...

Sat.27.Apr: 8.04 and up and moving at 7.44 as the RAINS pour down! This, following a night of waking every two hours... but for no particular reason at all. Strange, that. Didn't have to pee. Didn't have any spasms. Just woke, every two hours, looked at the clock and went right back to sleep. - But my front teeth are “annoying” this morning. Well, probably of course... there's more income so there MUST be something to take it away... like a set of dentures? More expenses. Here, I was looking forward to getting the speakers for the truck, the gauge cluster replaced, getting the truck together as a “vehicle”, but... probably “NO!”. Not to mention the pain in the neck getting worse. And the coughing when I sleep. Oh... falling apart, running down. It's getting closer to “that time”... heading for the front desk to “check out”. I REALLY WANT TO GET OUT OF HERE... back to the “home-state”. Things are getting “tight” and time is running short. Oh well. Life can't be easy... and it can't be kind. - Thankfully, the rains are heavy enough to prohibit any sort of “work” in the yard. So it's going to be a “day in”. - Right now... time for the loo. I've had coffee and smoke. After... we shall see what's to follow. - 10.16 Dressed... and the morning's just rolling along... with nothing but rain. But, I'm dressed. And my front teeth are still “annoying”. Well? Here we go. - 20.02 Just in from a stroll, following yet, my second 2-hour nap of the day. It's getting quite “chilled” out there tonight. I wonder what, if anything, will survive in the green-house. AND... I have to wonder: the basket that was on the front porch from since as long as I can recall, is “tossed” at the front steps and there's some kind of “metal” or “mirror” on the front lawn, almost under the forsythia. Nothing that could have been blown by a wind because we've had stronger winds than we had last night... and I cleaned the front on Thursday? When-ever it was that I clipped the rose-hedge along the drive. It would appear that somebody in town isn't happy with my work round here. But, as Jack Malone said (rest in peace, Jack) “You're making everybody else look bad.” No Jack... not “making them look bad”... just “making them show just what trash they actually are”. What makes it all the better is what's to be expected from the house-qunt... the whining, bitching, complaining, the “WHINING” that I KNOW is coming. (Thankfully the number is still blocked and I don't have to be bothered with/about that. - Meanwhile, I'm working another page on “G's”... links to the music on the “Minds Group”. Keep the site moving, building, not letting it just sit there, static and stale. - Now, I'm still a bit weary. - Dimballs' “girl-friend” is here, no doubt for the week-end. Parked IN the drive, of course. Last time she did that, Mme. Qunt said “I'll talk to him about it.” I FUCKING HATE LIARS! - Time to work a bit more on the page... “flat hunt” and get ready to wind-down again. Shower tonight... Late though, since I've already heard the water running up there and I've reason to believe the “girl-friend” has brought her washing too. Fuck... Now I know why I had to be in a Homeless shelter before coming here. The vermin here aren't much different from the vermin in the shelter.

Sun.28.Apr: 2.32 I'm JUST FINISHING ANOTHER PAGE ON G's SITE! A listing of all the songs that are on the “Group” page on Minds... linked to the individual posts. I've been working on it from since about 14.00 (yesterday)! This day went by FAST! And now... I need to try for a nap... and nothing much more than that. - Notes... Dinner at 17.00. Rain stopped at shortly after noon. The little ones and I strolled round the house. There's a basket on the front stoop, something glass or metallic under the forsythia. I think I mentioned that already. Anyway, it's getting “chilled” in the little room as I type. There's supposed to be snow at some time during the day today, I believe. Just checking the météo, as soon as the Samsung powers-up again. (I had to turn it off because the “forwarding” of the Skype number still rings on BOTH.) I see 3° with chill of 1°. I wonder if the plants in the green-house are going to survive this. BUT... SHE put them in there, against my advise... of course, I'll be held accountable. Fuck these in-breeds. - I see no snow for the day... sunny but cold. 0° on Tuesday night. But no snow in the forecast. Maybe we'll miss that. No matter. The cold will kill things. - I'm off to the bed now. - 8.34 Ten minutes and... the little ones went out, I served breakfast, had a pee and a coffee and a smoke and all of that since getting out of bed at 8.24... to the gentle sound of Minou at bed-side... purring. How sweet! What a purely delightful start to a day, after a night of sleep-through... for what? Six hours or less-actually. Yes, I'm still tired. But that's the way it is just about every morning anyway. But, here I am... indeed - It's still cloudy, and chilled. The “real cold” is yet to come. I worry about the green-house, but there's nothing much I can do about that except hope for enough sun-shine at some point to warm it in there. Other-wise... just let the world do what it will anyway. - As for the rest of this day? Well... I suppose there's washing to be done. The floors, Hoovering and the likes. And me, at some point. “Sunday”. There we have it. - 12.45 Another day rolling away... still no sun-shine. But the G's site is tidy and soc.med. addressed. Time for lunch and to get this hole cleaned! (As it were.) - 16.37 The hole got Hoovered and the floors, including the loo, got mopped!!! The place smells quite clean. AND THE SUN HAS FINALY MANAGED TO BREAK THROUGH! IT'S WARM! And with the sun and the warmth, the vermin next door comes out. KRISTE! That things is MONSTEROUSLY OBESSE! It's repulsive just to look at... even across the yards. Anyway, I can't believe I got all that work done. And I can't believe it's time for “dinner” or... in my case, “meal”. I did finish the yoghurt for “lunch” though. No “ice cream” for after this evening. But that's fine. - Now, I get to set sights on Monday... a bit of running about, hopefully in “fair” weather, though it appears that the CRISP will be settling-in every night. Hopefully, not ice, snow, frost, freeze. - And, quite honestly, I'm rather exhausted from just that bit of work. Most of it is depression, knowing that it's not appreciated and that it will be the focus of efforts to un-do immediately upon the arrival of the resident-retard. But, for the week I have... it shall be... clean(ish). - Moving along... - As for the fatigue though, I do know that there's some other cause, but there's no sense pondering it. - I have to cut my hair at some point. But not right now. Right now, floors are clean. Tonight... me too... SHOWER... come Hell or what-ever. - Oh... I DID manage to file my nails though. So there's that much. (Tonight, I'll get to the toes... after the shower.) - 23.02 and out of the SHOWER! Nice scrub tonight, clipped the toe-nails too. But a bit later than I'd thought and planned. Oh well. I sat, had a beer with the little ones after our “stroll”. So? So. - And tonight, I see my legs are swollen. Could be anything. Could be CHF. Could be CA. Could be something. Could be nothing. Could be I'll just let it be. Noticed too, some “rot” between the broken toe and the one to the right. That toe didn't mend properly and is closer to the toe-next. Stunk something terrible when I clipped the nails. So it's clean now... I'll just have to keep a closer watch on it, make sure it's clean and dry. Oh well... at least I'm clean, the hole is clean, the linens are clean, the jammies are clean... the clothes are being cleaned. Once they're done... I'll be under the clean covers and hopefully off to a nice “nap”. I've got some errands tomorrow. - Been thinking: I wonder if I couldn't just get 200$ in fire-wood delivered, put up in the garage and have done with the 200 I owe. I'll have to look into it. I will NOT have her prancing about boasting about having “helped” me... just so she can boost her demented ego. - Moving along now... trying to decide about a v-ton. I don't have any munchies to go with. I'll see.

Mon.29.Apr: 1.05 and I've done it again... On-line shopping... I noticed my “John Deere” kippa is wearing weak (the first one I'd made in the shelter) so, I looked on-line and, of all places... Etsy! Allegedly they're hand-made in Israel and only about 15USD each. So I ordered 2 in black (with blue, of course) and 1 off-white (with blue, of course). 38USD to the 3 of them... with a “discount”... it would have come to over 50USD other-wise. So, we shall see what comes... from “Jerusalem”. - Meanwhile, just finishing a “short” v-ton before bed. Thankfully, no “dead-lines” for the morning but I'd like to get more than 6 hours' sleep before heading out (though, at this point, it's impossible...) Oh well... - 1.37 OK... off to try for a nap... (Not really tired at the moment, ,of course, more concerned about pains.) - 8.36 up at 8.22 from at DREAM
about Tommy Burke... and a bus in Rockaway. We'd been at an old factory of some kind (T9?), working on some kind of “art project” (which I can't recall in any detail now), having quite a wonderful time. It was night as we were working about the old place, and raining. The factory was in a “city” sort of environment, a neighbourhood something like the MPD or perhaps Arverne? When we finished for the time, we went for a bus to some-where, presumably Tommy was going home. Me? I'm not sure because, as the bus rolled along, we came to a point where it was day-light, bright sun-shine, clear, blue skies and we were on a street something similar to Rockway Blvd. but with fewer houses. The land opened up, houses to our right as we travelled in what I would say was West, toward the peninsula. To the left and in front, flat, open space, green grass and the ocean. Tommy and I were both, in great spirits, the general tone of the dream was happy. As we approached the peninsula, I looked to the back of the bus where Tommy was sitting, he smiled, winked and I some-how knew that he was going home along the way and I was too... but for me, not really “home”... I had a sense of having no home to go to. But I wasn't “sad”... a bit on the anxious side but not sad. And as I looked out the window ahead, I was wondering where he was going to... and where I was going to... and I woke.
I'd heard the 7.00 alarm and didn't bother to wake. Then came the 8.00 alarm. I turned it off, looked at the clock and began dozing. Yes, I'd slept through the night again. About 7 hours of “sleep” last night. Not too bad, I shouldn't think. I should be well-rested, as it were, but it's a “normal” morning: feeling a bit “dragged”. “Typical morning”. - The little ones have been out, back in for breakfast. I've had pee, coffee, smoke. It's “cool” out. But clear skies and brilliant sun. If not for the cool breeze, it would probably be quite warm out there. Oh well. - Oh, and I heard Dimballs leave this morning... POUND-STOMPING down the stairs. Oh... the trash... not only at the end of the drive but walking about. Just trash. - Right now, waiting for the call to the loo and then, getting on the road. I'll take HLS's truck to Safelite, have the fellow look at the little “chip” in her wind-shield, see what he says about it. If it isn't all too costly and he has the time, I'll have him do what they do to such things. (If she ha insurance other than State Farm, it wouldn't cost her, but... I'll get the cost... just because.) Then? I should get “snax” for Minou whilst in town, and I've got 3 “returnable” bottles to get rid of. No “fortune” there, but a bit of change and I want the bottles gone. (There's a box full on the porch as well... I MIGHT get rid of them as well... give HLS the cash on her return. I probably should.) - 15.47 Walked in the door at 12.23 after going the Safelite to fetch my glasses and make an appointment to bring HLS's truck in to have the “chip” repaired... TOMORROW MORNING AT 10.30... THEN, returned all the empty beer and liquor bottles in St-A. Off to Walmarde to get snax for Minou AND tape to repair the broken floor tile in the kitchen, pillow cases to replace the worn-torn case on the pillow I've been using (hers, not mine), 3 more packets of flower seeds (that won't go in yet because the marigolds got frozen last night and are now DEAD), got some artificial greens and geraniums to put onto the porch in the “produce scale” so looking out the kitchen window from the sink is a bit more colourful and “Spring-like” (I'm such a fucking moron). And the return to the hole to repair said tile, arrange said “flowers” on the porch and then... “saged” the place a bit with the sage bought this morning (at last, and hopefully it'll make things a bit more “sedate” round here). That moved into getting today's post which was as stuffed as it was last evening! Her and her fucking junk shit. OK! Next on the agenda? Get the rake and rake the dead grass spots in the back yard where the truck was parked and the snow was piled and killed-off a lot of the lawn. Moved to the area directly by the back porch then on to the end of the drive. Done with that, strolled to the store for fukkitz, ice cream, cheese, crisps for tonight. Back to fill the bird-feeder. It's been quite the day. - Oh... got a plastic water dispensing thing for the plant water too. It holds about 5-6 “bottles”... it leaked a touch, but I'm hoping it was only because it wasn't properly closed. MUCH neater... if it holds up. - And now? Now... too “hang” until “meal” time. A touch of washing to be done. My jammies-T was/is YELLOW round the neck! Can't figure why! The pillow cases are fine. I wonder... my sweat's probably toxic. Oh well. So too, my body, no doubt. - 21.07 and another day comes to a close. One would think it was “hectic”... well... with the travels of this morning and the little bit of yard work, AND that I managed to get the CD of “Denis Champoux” done for Luce, not to mention, another Hoovering of the floors, the “meal” dishes are put up, the hole is in order, I suppose it was a day well-spent. Now, I get to look forward to tomorrow... getting Madame's wind-shield repaired (and putting some gas into her truck as well). Other than that? Recycling. That just about covers the “necessities”. And I can't believe that it's the end of the month! Still so cold. - Oh... and I DID get a call in to Pioneer to say “Thank You” for all the help they've given me with soc.sec. Now, I can only hope that May, June and July will be “full months”. THEN comes the “new shit”... re-working the re-pay. THAT is something I do NOT look forward to. - For now? Thinking about showering and trying to get to bed at a civil hour. At the moment, I could just lay down and go to sleep. Let's see what the showering does. Eh? - 22.10 MY GIFT TO ME... NEW RADIO FOR THE TRUCK!! ORDERED! THEY SAY IT WILL BE HERE WEDNESDAY (I doubt that). AND received a wonderful e-mail about the kippot. One black one isn't available... so I get a substitute, choice of 3. FINE! Spoke with CIBC to make sure the radio order is fine... All OK. SO... nice to have the extra money. Next month? Insurance and registration! (If I can... speakers in due course and MUSIC!) - I need to shower... it's gone all warm... or I'm having a heart attack. Which-ever.

Tue.30.Apr: 1.03 ANOTHER MONTH IS GONE... AND THE “SPRING” MONTH APPROACHES! AND I'M STILL IN THIS SHIT-HOLE! FUCK! - “Spring”... and a forecast of -2° for tonight. Oh alas. - Well. Out of the shower. How wonderful it is! Clean everything for a snooze... which is what it's going to be. Just waiting for the “stuff on the face” to dry a bit before crawling under the multitudinous blankets, although, it's rather toasty in this room tonight. (Maybe the sage allowed the “spirits of cold” to depart?) Anyway... just going to check e-mails, about the radio, and head off to snooze. - Ms. Hallie's gone to bed. She was on the sofa when I went into the shower. Poor little thing. I've no idea where Minou is sleeping tonight... some-where round the house. - And still pondering the day ahead. Wind-shield, gas... and then... If it doesn't pour down with rain, maybe I'll toss some lime on the front. I can't be waiting for Mme.'s “Bradley” to come round to take down the tree. At the rate it's going, I'm tempted to try it my-self... with the saw. But... what-ever. It's all just so typical: See something that needs to be done, then discuss it... at length. Fucking morons. - Moving along here. I'm actually rather tired. - 2.11 SNOOZE TIME damnit! - Just posted to the old 166166 board though, suggesting that people try the 205957. Should be interesting... or not. Anyway... SNOOZE TIME! - 8.03 Time to get this shit rollin'! I hit the snooze on the 8.00 alarm but up on the second. Have had coffee, Need to serve breakfast and have a smoke and... be awake! - Cloudy as advertised. fuck. Anyway... Wind-shield and gas and back for a nap! - 8.59 Just sat on the bowl for about 30 minutes... nothing. Had to go but... Delightful! It'll all “hit” on the road. She's gonna be wunnudoze days. - Well? Recycling needs to go out. Gas needs to be put in. May as well get movin'. - 12.09 And believe it or not... I was back, at 11.18, after leaving at about 9.45... stopping for 20$ gas and when I rolled into Safelite, Josh was ready, at about 10.15! Took all of a few minutes and I was on the road again... returning. Today's important errands are DONE... including fetching today's post! So... with the purchases of the blue-berry bushes and such at Home Depot, the gas and the wind-shield... I'm still out 77,20USD on the 200 I owe. There's going to be another 40USD, at the very least, to put into the tank of her truck... come Saturday, when I go to fetch her (giving her a full tank or damned close to it), so that will bring the “balance due” down to about 37 (let's call it 40), and THAT should be an easy pay-off some-how. No prob. - MEANWHILE... I AM FEELING *SO*, WHAT I CALL, *EPISODIC* TODAY! JUST REALLY “NOT REALLY HERE”. EVEN THE DRIVE BACK FROM St-A. WAS “STRANGE”. I WAS COMPLETELY AWARE OF EVERYTHING, SINGING ALONG TO DENIS CHAMPOUX, BUT IT JUST FEELS LIKE I'M “REMOVE”... IN 2 PLACES AT THE SAME TIME, WATCHING ME, NOT “BEING” ME. Oh... one of these days... But for now... The sky is still rather grey, the temperature rather chilled, all's rather damp. And I'm going to have a tea, and perhaps, a nap. - 20.21 JUST sitting to have a beer!!!! - THE PINE TREE IN THE FRONT IS NOW A “BIRD-BATH STAND”! I'd been snoozing on the recliner at about 16.00 or so when I woke to see Bradley up the tree! So, I figured I should do something... just to make certain that the tree didn't get cut too high or too low. So I went out to the porch and began cleaning the So. side. WHAT a fucking MESS THAT is. And the rot is amazing... that porch needs repair! Anyway, I managed to gather a black trash bag full (and added it to the black bags already there for tomorrow's pick-up.... tee-hee). Meanwhile, Bradley got a cohort to help with the tree-cutting and what a fuck-up. I suggested cutting it to fall across the drive, where there are no other trees in the way. But NO... being the “Vermonter” who knows all, HE cut it to fall out to the pavement and... yep... it go snagged. Oh well. I just minded my own affairs and let him try to haul it with his truck and a rope. They finally got it down, cut it up, tossed it into his truck and drove off. She doesn't even get any fire-wood out of it. Tough shit, sister. - Well, he didn't leave until some time after 17.00 and I cleaned the remaining twigs and the gutter (again), swept the walk and came in to have my “meal” at about 17.30. - “Meal” done, I went back out, “Flat-Fixed” the tyre on the mower and had at the “mulching” of leaves that I'd swept from the porch... Not to be “done” or anything, I decided to get a spreader from the barn and... LIMED THE FRONT YARD TOO! ONE 50lb BAG ON! NOW... LET IT RAIN. (It probably won't because now I want it to.) - That done, all things neat and tidy, took Hallie and Minou for a “stroll” and... AND... JUST AS WE GOT TO THE END OF THE YARD, DICKLESS FAT-BOY COMES OUT WITH “Willa”. Hallie had gone down to his drive to pee and he noticed her coming back up the walk and yelled “HEY! THERE'S A LEASH-LAW! Stupid fuck doesn't know shit.” I ignored the nonsense and played with Hallie... though it DOES piss me off that she doesn't behave and stay with me when we walk. But... if the shit-bag calls the Warden... it's not MY problem. I just don't give a shit. - And so, just before coming in for “snax” (beer), I changed the bulb on the fixture on the back corner of the garage. It's a “Dusk-To-Dawn” light but I found the switch in the garage. (One has to climb over the fucking freezer to get to it... This fucking Tard-house here.) - But and so... another day of work... done. Thanks to the “Homeless” shit. (“I'D *NEVER* HAVE A HOMELESS PERSON IN MY HOUSE!” Yeah? FUCK YOU! How about a nice “romp” with Cooper? THAT'S just about what you deserve.) - So, HER wind-shield is repaired, the yard looks wonderful, the tree is down, light on the drive, porch cleaned. Again... a “bolt” of her Dickie Cooper. Done. - I'm going to have my beer, then a shower, wash my clothes. Tomorrow? A SLOW day... after the trash goes to the curb. Let's see how much of it is taken away. (I almost hope... none.) - Oh... and the 2 fucking bicycles are still exactly where they've been since the Dimballs kids left them there. I've half a mind to put them up on Craigslist. “Come and get them... they're yours.” - It's warm in here tonight. Or I have fever. What-ever. - 23.06 It would have been nicer to be in bed at this time but... I'm out of the shower and the clothes are in the “normal” cycle to wash (to get the lime out, mostly... just as was tonight's shower... to get the lime out). The place is quiet and such (and I shouldn't mention it, for fear of “jinxing”... perhaps some sage...) and I un-blocked the qunt but there's been no word. Oh my! (I wonder if she's wondering if I'll be there to fetch her sorry snatch on Saturday... my “Sabbath”... of course, but that doesn't matter because it's not “hers”.) ANYWAY... time for a second beer and a smoke and what-ever whilst the wash washes. - Looks like we might get a little rain before the dawn, then some sun and then rain in the after-noon... turning to wet snow for a bit. Fine... at this point, I've neither shits nor fucks to give. The lime is on the ground... the marigolds are completely dead. Fukkit! - OH! WORD THIS EVENING... THE RADIO IS EN ROUTE... via UPS, sadly BUT IT'S SHIPPED! NOW I HAVE TO GET THE SPEAKERS. (NEXT MONTH... THE GUAGE CLUSTER AND... HOPEFULLY, NOTHING MORE UNTIL THE ROCKERS AND THE AIR CONDITIONING.... ***** PLEASE!!! *****)