have to get over to pete's lot and load firewood onto the truck at some point I have to air up the tire on the wheelbarrow and use it to haul the wood from the truck to the newly refurbished shed...I'm sure they didn't do the roof right, they went at it while I was at church and it's not level or caulked towards the back end of it..I paid him anyway I have this weird attitude about it, like the lawncutter that broke down after one use...it's the way things are going...joanna isn't talking to me, wonder what I did there, if anything..she's shorting out upstairs (mentally) and for some reason I get to be a target..not sympathetic to her life with brian
it's like my life with John...that was a nightmare I never care to repeat...Dobie's awful close to being just like him..Vic's had a stroke...he's an obvious guy, Vic...when I was a kid he was a real bad guy, always drunk, living in a strange way beating his siamese cat with a newspaper...very strange world he had going on for himself..my mother once hinted he had a girlfriend with 'black hair'...I was always curious if she meant herself and if so what did I really think about that: add it to the cruel ways she had of making mean comments and slaps..there were a few of them, there were pivotal moments when her laser disk of time warped a tangent moment quite badly but somehow I've survived it..think of us as a general whole this kind of treatment it's not what we want of course and I do take advantage of the help somewhat but I gave them tons of groceries the day before and paid them and they put the roof on wrong..what do I do? wait to see how badly it leaks??
I think not..question to be resolved
Mom was ugly at the nursing home 'I won't be around much longer'..ok, great...witness in the corner smiling at the comments being made in her presence...course you won't..you don't get to grouse with me, that's a point in your disfavor honey..let's try to stay on the straight and narrow...we don't ignore rude comments we put them where they do best...into the mainframe of our greatest windbag: donnie trump...think of it as 'making america great again' and use it as your ticket into the nirvana of the here and now...I have wonderful choice to be made today...I have to get my house in order..I have to take the lawncutter back hate calling it a weed wacker...think of the couples hiding at the McLean house, formerly the Wessler house..think of my own Robert Meints cum Mikel Biddle think of where we were happy ther and how much veneer was scraped off in the fracas of the usurpation of the biddleform...how often that happens and to whom...where you go on this muddly path is only indicative of the partitions we make ourselves in a pursuit of the just and the happy...I would like to be at Messy Palettes tomorrow tomorrow is the barbeque at the firehall...it's been a slim lineup around there lately however there was a grand pileup out at lake ozette featuring star performers from the Trump Administration: our own RobbieGently.Marty Rausch..quite dapper and efficient we hope we know how that works and which line of entry via Dyan we have to skate on..I think the tender twenty shows the way and what a putrid mater of faction it is...
meanwhile..we're aligned on a status quo that doesn't presume to bid options and what we have to lose isn't much considering from whence it orginates...we're not as unlucky as we may presume and certainly we have much to consider...that's how it is...you can take a rag doll and shake it to pieces and it can be sewn back together..people don't tend to forget ogres
do we have to wince on voice overs I wonder, it's eight thirty now time to slip into overalls and get the job done..we're brisketing today pot roast and cabbage last night time for a consideration of losing a friendship...because of alzheimers I suspect..
a glad offering to the administration that will solve the problem...
