Y’know, it’s really NOT that hot this afternoon. Only 80 degrees, come 2:45 p.m. High, faint cirrus clouds off to the north. But for some reason the afternoon feels miserably stuffy and hot.
Maybe it’s because whatever I try to do, I do it wrong.
Those two fine sentences, for example: “High, faint…hot”: FOUR typos before we reach the word “hot.” Gaaaahhhh!
One of the neighbors seems to be beating their brat. Kid is screaming WAAAAAHHHHH! MOMMMYYY!! WAAAAHHH! MOMMY! WAAAAAHHHH WAHHH WAAHHHHH!
Grrrrrr! Lay off the brat, bitch!
You may gather, correctly, that this old bat is
out…
of…
patience….
Over to the Sprouts this afternoon, on foot. There, of course, they did not have what I wanted. Risk life to cross Main Drag West, thereby to get into the Albertson’s. No, of course they didn’t have what I was looking for.
Dodge cars. Dodge busses. Dodge trains.
Gawd!!!
Almighty!!!!!
Finally headed home, northering on Main Drag West. By now, mightily fed up.
Thinking, as the brain seethes, that I should move a little further into town, closer to AJ’s, the beloved Fancy Dan grocery store.
This maneuver, though, would deposit me right in the middle of M’hito’s neighborhood. Won’t HE be pleased!!!
😀 😀 😀
My son believes the local authorities have confiscated my driver’s license. This, resulting from a rear-end fender-bender that occurred YEARS ago. I believe that if that were the case, I would receive some kind of official notice thereof….not just a missing goddamn piece of plastic.
But because he’s certain he’s right, he has purloined my car out of my garage. So the only way I can get around town is on foot or by annoying public transit.
Meanwhile, my lawyer croaked over: dropped dead on the floor of his office. And offhand, I don’t know anyone else I can pester about a stupid, wacky thing like this.
So…somehow I’m gonna have to go out and find another lawyer, and then ask him WTF is going on with…all that BS.
How do I not wanna? Lemme count the ways….
To make things better, somehow I’ve hurt a hip joint. So…EVERY GODDAMN STEP HURTS, HURTS, AND HURTS SOME MORE.
So…I reckon I’ll have to wait until whatever this passes before tracking down a new lawyer and siccing him on the authorities.
One way or another, pretty quick I do need to find a new legal beagle.
Some guy has opened a literal store-front practice in the shopping center just to the north of me. If he’s even faintly competent, well…wouldn’t THAT be convenient!
Off-hand, though, I dunno how to ascertain his level of competence. All the lawyers I knew are now long retired or long gone…so…that presents a bit of a problem, eh?