I believe Right after i saw lipstick on the Holy Hippo
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I believe Right after i saw lipstick on the Holy Hippo
Today I have - written one poem that's ok
- started and struggled with one that could be good
- wrote six word poem
- posted about another fellows poem
- but mainly been playing cricket game, its dead good, really good, right good
- but I'm not, at playing it just right now, for its proper realistic and quite hard, I'm improving though
- smoked numerous fags
- thought about leaving the house
- thought about having shower
- and I must have done other stuff but it is most likely as equally inane and uninteresting to you as all other things I've written here
- oh and I messaged a friend
- and that's it, life in the fast lane, proper interesting, enlightening and profound, no need to thank me
all the best PG
felt terrible last night and most of today, got up late this afternoon, had a bath and watered a bit (too late for a couple of tomatoes)
Went to open the basement door to let Potato Cat out...and found Rue Dog sitting at the top of the steps. Rue Dog should have been downstairs in his crate, which I know was latched. (He has always been crated at night, and tends to be my Master of Disaster when left to his own devices.) It is starting to look like Potato Cat may have opened Rue Dog's crate and busted out his bestie. I checked to make sure, but found no disasters. (Thankfully). Either way, the situation warrants watching.
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I pooped tick on the maintenance schedule
I've heard if you stop you die
I was out in the garden and there was distant rumbling, then dark clouds on the horizon. Soon after that there were odd drops of rain. I rushed to put away the lawnmower and by the time I had it in the shed it was bucketing down. It soon stopped, but after that there were showers on and off all afternoon. You could practically hear the plants going 'AHHH!'
After I had cleared the blocked gutter I sat in my shed and listened to a podcast about Aztecs while I watched it. Got odd bits done in between in the fine spells and did a bit in the greenhouse as well.
A big thank you to everybody who joined in the rain dances.
I went for a run up the hill to our local park. A couple laps around the field, then back.
The asphalt was hell on my knees. I think I'll try to make it down to our high school next time. They have a cushioned track. I miss our gym.
While I was running, my wife and son donated blood (I'm not eligible for a couple of weeks). The technician at the blood bank recognized my son's last name, and asked how I was.
Doing good stuff, and people remembering. That's my kind of "community spread".
It's about 7:45 am and I'm drinking coffee. So far so good.
We thought long and hard about it, and decided the risk was small and as low now as it will be for some time. Yesterday we drove up to London to see our daughter and her family, who have all had the covid thing in a minor way some time ago. It has been weeks since we saw them, or since I left the house. Sitting on the sofa with my three year old granddaughter interlacing her fingers through mine as we watched 'Zootropolis' was really great. Mind, not having been anywhere or done anything other than the garden for so long made it all seem a bit extreme, the journey I used to make daily and think nothing of seemed long, and the cars went very fast. Today I am sitting around feeling shattered.
Somebody working in our 90 year old building this weekend accidently messed-up a router, Cat 5 cable or something. No internet all morning.
Despite the fact I work primarily with metal bars, band saws and cranes, not having internet kinda sucks. Can't research material, process orders or sneak onto WF and check new posts.
I hate being dependent on technology.
Lenny Bruce said something about that. Your only option besides playing ball with The Man was to be the schmuck with two Dixie cups with a string between them.