What Are You Doing?

Finally finished beating this revision into submission. I think it's better, or maybe it's worse. I can't know.

 

Getting ready to hangout with my Dad, watching my friend stream a game from Japan (brushing up on my understanding) and eating sugar free cookies.

 

Today will be devoted (Hah!) to beginning the Great Packing for the Move North. I am currently in Woodland Hills, CA; in eleven days (a scant 264 hours!) I will be living in my own house outside of Burlington, WA. (Actually, the house is slightly closer to the thriving metropolis of Sedro-Woolley, but I still can't type Sedro-Woolley with a straight face.) So, big adventure coming up. Me, bears, and Bigfoot.

 

Hey there, ladies and gents! What are we reading this weekend? I’m reading Carolyn Haines’ ‘Sticks and Bones’; wanting to finish it this weekend so I can start the next book.

 

I wish i still had time to read other people's stuff.

Right now I'm bashing chapter 8 into shape. I've completely rewritten it about fifteen times, but I think it's finally heading in the right direction.

 

I'm amusing myself by working out how many animals we have on here. A zoos worth, it seems. Squirrels, whales, dogs, puppies, moose, rats, dragons, badgers, snakes, bears, ravens, coyotes, turtles, half-devils, angels, trolls, the sun, the rain, and even the seasons!

 

Reading a Beta novel!

 

I'm not wanting to sleep. I'm usually in bed early even at weekends (this sounds sad I know). But these days, I don't know. I'm just not-wanting-to-sleep.

 

Having a midnight (2:30 am) snack after coming home from a night out with my friends. God, I love that shabby little punk shed. You know a place is good when the furniture is covered in stickers, the restroom door's lock is nothing more than a tape-wrapped screw and people actually dance to the music.

 

Only thing to make this funnier is if you did a play by play in a sports announcer's voice.

 

That takes me back to my very first apartment...I heard my next door neighbor for weeks before I actually met him because we worked different hours and was often awakened from a sound sleep (no easy feat) by the exuberant sounds of his girlfriend.

I thought it was hilarious, and when we finally met, in passing, he was far more embarrassed than I was.

We're counting on you for your reporting skills, Homes. "Be our eyes and ears." [loans Homes my reporter's notebook and favorite pen]

ETA: Don't forget your W's and H's: Who, What, When, Where, Why, and most importantly, How!

 

Honestly! Does nobody use gags anymore? Have some damned consideration.

 

Now there's a channel I would hit 'Subscribe' for - Post Game Show (popcorn emoji)

oh fine... !

 

Waiting for my bread to bake, so I can go stock up.

 

Listening to Tibetan Buddhist monks on YouTube and trying to write a packet on the abacus for class this week. Needs to be done tonight, but god* is this doing my head in.

Spoiler: *

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Late breakfast because I just haven't been able to wake up today

 

We have this little thing on weekends. My wife gets up before me. She takes the dog for a long walk. When she gets back she sit down on a bench in our garden and use her cell phone to order a coffee.

I prepare the coffee together with, for the dog, a bowl of water and some ham or whatever meat we have.

This morning she didn't want coffee. She said she wanted a beer. I had to go to the cellar where we have an extra fridge to get a Corona. She has had problems sleeping lately so now she is only having one cup of coffee each day, but I didn't think she would substitute that coffee with beer. Women, you never know.

 

le' em be, lad, le' em be.

 

I'm trying to plana every lite thing that will happen the next three weeks - which is just silly, but it's how I deal with stress. I plan.

I'm planning on my extra over time so I can go early on Friday to catch my train to Copenhagen.
I'm planning every travel to and from London while I'm in England.
I'm planning what to eat on Thursday when my father is coming over.
I'm planning a budget for my trip.
I'm planning what work I should do next week when I'll be alone most week.
I'm planning for an incredible date for Friday the 13th.

 

Was sleeping. Lifting stuff for five hours in 98 degrees (36 Celsius) heat will wear anyone out. Woke up to a ghastly wail from the front of the building, only to find the local abusive boyfriend with a kitchen knife through his forearm. He was screaming like a mad man, sending small spouts of blood sprinkling onto the pavement. While he was shouting profanities, swinging his head wildly and clinging to his bloody super soaker of an arm, his girlfriends friend, a heavyset girl with a rather nice disposition, ran down from the front ramp and punched him in the jaw. She started screaming that he would "Never hit" his girlfriend again and "that's what you get mother fucker" all the while kicking him around as he rolled on the lightly crimsoned floor.

His girlfriend, the one he uses like one uses a punching bag, comes running out after the heavyset woman. She, too, is yelling. Telling her friend to "leave him alone" and "he didn't mean it," making excuses for this behavior, as usual. Her friend, seemingly at wits end, grabs the stockholm syndrome princess and starts yelling "it's been years! 6 years now! he's going to kill you one day you stupid bitch!" and then she pushes Princess SS away from her in a rage.

Someone called the police by now and they took her away, while the ambulance took captain I-hit-women-for-fun away. Princess SS went with him.

I feel bad for the heavyset gal. She just wants to help her friend who is too stupid to leave an obvious asshole. I hope they don't have kids. No need to bring an innocent into that hurricane of madness.

Well, since I'm awake now, might as well write. So yeah, I'm gonna write now.

 

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