***** SATURDAY 09 MARCH 2019: *****
MESSAGES FROM WAYNE ON THE G'S FORUM AND E-MAILS! "HALLOWEEN 1972 INVITATION" SENT & POSTED TO SITE.

Fri.01.Mar: 0.08 Another day... another month... more cold... another “DAMNIT! LATE AGAIN!” Oh well... I should be getting my “card envelopes” in today's post so I don't mind waiting and running to the banque later in the day. But I don't really want to be in bed at 9.00 either. Hopefully BOTH sets of envelopes will arrive tomorrow. One of the “tracking” numbers has no info on the postal site. - The phone shipped yesterday (Thursday) from Florida. Let's see how long THAT takes. AND... I'm hoping to be able to choose a number for it. Going for the Plattsburgh area-code... of course. My “links” to NY. - Time for vinegar and get to bed now! - Other-wise... all went well after HLS arrived. She napped and I napped and we spoke briefly in the evening. - PS: Still liking, very much, the new clock-radio! - 7.29 I'm not really sure if I heard the 7.00 alarm or not but I HAD to get up to pee anyway and so I'm up and having coffee with vits. Getting dressed, to follow and when the post is in today, I'll head up to the banque and get smokes and such. Until then... this bit of a DREAM
Pleasant surroundings, nice house, not the usual “darkness” of my dreams, the dominant colours I recall are blue and white. (I mention this because usually, in my dreams, the colours are muted and dark, greys, browns, brick; this dream was light.) I'm living in this very nice home, taking care of it and animals, grounds (rather as the situation at this hole is) and have been doing so for some considerable length of time. I'm sitting on a lounge/sofa, the “lady of the house” comes over, sits down beside me and says, with-out any introduction “As you know, this month, we're giving you back all your rent and it's not because we're unhappy with you here. We just felt we should.” and she stands up and walks away. I sit, pondering what she said. First of all, I wasn't paying any rent, so I don't know what she means by “giving it back”. Second, I actually had been looking into other places at which to live only because “the lady of the house” had been talking about possibly selling. And now, I'm wondering what this is all about. Am I being told to go? Am I being let go? Am I being warned about needing to go? And what am I being given back? And... I wake out of this pondering...
Interesting that a dream like this should happen on the first of a month, and on the first of a month where I have photos on the phone of a flat else-where, and that I'm trying to figure out how I'm going to be able to afford to move and live on what I have as income at present. - Oh well... enough said about it this morning. My neck is stiff, my nose is running, the 8.00 alarm just sounded, this day is “on”. I can see that I look rather like shit but that's as “good” as it's going to get. Time to move with the time, as it were. We'll see how this day “was”... best we can do now is try to make sure it's to be good. - 8.05 and just posted the remainder of Feb. on-line... Journal and blog. Nice. Now, to get the rest of this morning off and rolling. - 11.30 The card envelopes arrived... all of them, same package. Certainly not what I'd consider worth 7USD each pkg. but... I ordered, I received, cards are in, done. Chatted with HLS about politics and such for a while. Having 3rd coffee and prepping, mentally, for the “journey”... “ALL THE WAY TO CANADA”! (But at least I'll have something to eat today... Tomorrow? Questionable. But there'll be “eatables” today and we take each moment as it presents.) How charming. At least the sun is shining and the temperature is tolerable. - Received another text about the flat in Champlain. 2nd floor. I DO believe I'll go have a look. My foot appears to be doing better. Tuesday will be 12 weeks/3 months. Maybe I could get a little job, stocking shelves or something, part-time. If I could pull 20 hours/week at 15USD/hr. that would cover rent and I could continue existing on soc.sec. That would be nice. Something I absolutely will look into! (HLS mentioned, again, this morning: If I stop working this house goes on the market. I need to get the fuck out!) - So, that said and jotted... on with the “responsibilities” of the day! (I want a nap.) - 16.00 ON THE MARK! And so... At about 13.00 or 13.30 or... it was on the road and “ALL THE WAY TO CANADA!”. First stop: dép and a carton and the story of no more menthol smokes (Cameo!) because the “flavour entices children”. The stupidity of humanity these days is sickening! Anyway... next stop, la banque. Dépot made and done, toddle to Metro for stuff I don't particularly need but... No ore “Krema” yoghurt! So, 2 “Liberté” moka, my least fave (but I've had one already and am feeling better for the nourishment). And so... toddle off. Both crossings were fine but the whole trip took a bit longer than I'd've thunk. - 16.20 AND THE RENT GOT PAID FROM UP-STAIRS AND YES, another 100. “To help with the wind-shield.” She gave it to me and I looked at Hallie and said “Get your hat on! We're going for snax!” And then I pointed-out that, since I'm here and about, I see no reason to say that “We need light-bulbs.” or stuff of the sort. So that goes back into the house. I stress that point... just so. - Anyway, I'm now officially EXHAUSTED... and only because I've completed my errands. It doesn't take much. And the sun is SO WARM this after-noon! Temperature is still only -3°, the air is still cold (the ground's still frozen), but the sun has WARMTH! AT LAST! - And so... the yoghurt is “settling”, there's franks and cheese and Vachon cakes. And I must remember to check the FS... for all it's worth. There's “food” money... COFFEE! What-ever. - This “life” has GOT to end... I need to move, to get more income. Period.

Sat.02.Mar: 1.34 Well... it was a rather annoying evening on Minds that ran well into right now. The G's “channel” is still prohibited from accruing “tokens” and mean-while, there's quite the disturbance over my complaint about the porn that was posted to my “News-feed”. I enquired as to why the “block” feature” fails and have been the recipient of some of the most insulting vitriol... FROM PROGRAMMERS AND CODERS! Anyway, it's too late to be so bothered. I've resolved to let it ride. The new phone is due Monday or so, with it, a phone number. When that comes, I'll try to plug it into the site, and if I can accrue from that, so be it. I've got over 200 “tokens” there already. Not that they're worth anything in particular out-side Minds, but, the way they're hoarded by the “creators” of the venue, it'll be quite nice to be able to hoard my own for a while. I don't want to give up the channel... IT'S G's! And now that there's a site and the Twitter account is back, it give G's more exposure on-line. Maybe, one day, it'll be discovered by more people from there and... who knows? I just don't want G's to disappear again. - And.. yesterday (Friday) evening... TWO MORE CALLS FROM DENIS! Neither came through on Skype so that I could answer them. But truth is, I can't talk with him whilst HLS is in. One day... one day. - As for the rest of the day... I managed a 15 minute “nap”, had 2 franks on rolls, I've since had some Vachons and some cheese. “Nourishment”. I'm fine. It's time for vinegar and another nap now. I'm tired. That shit from Minds just tired me a bit. To think, the “channel” is dedicated to music... and now this. I need to let it go. - Today? Nothing on the agenda. I need to get back to the music files! So I'll set me on those for the day. Some new music to “clean-up”. Some to add to the iPod. All in need of “cleaning” and putting onto the external drive! I'm remiss... I'm irresponsible. I'm rather just too damned lazy and pre-occupied with soc.med. - Oh well... The first day of the month... gone. - Yoghurt and franks and cheese and Vachon for tomorrow. - 9.36 It was, on the ATT phone/alarm, exactly 2.00 when I put the lights out. (That means it was probably 1.45 or so.) Anyway, one pee-break during the night and... I seriously need a hair-cut! - Am head-achey, of course, but... it another day... a Saturday... and there's nothing on the agenda except THOSE MUSIC FILES! SO! Time to roll! Coffee's had, clothes are on, done with the “routine”. Smoke and GET SMOKIN'! - 12.31 and the day is rolling away! Today's post brought the “up-grade” to “Premium” on AAA (until August) and the latest notification from the thieves at the Dept. of ED... which lead me to calculations which, all told, indicate that I should be entitled to total forgiveness of the entire remaining balance on the student loans. I MUST ring “collections” on Monday to figure this out. After all... if I can... I MUST! - And so, there's the morning... gone. - 23.59 Well... I only JUST finished my “dessert” after 2 franks on rolls... dry, and those after the yoghurt... and that after sitting through “A Star Is Born”, with HLS. The only real good that came from it was finding a song played on CKOI... “Maybe It's Time”. Other than that... at least the whole day passed with-out conflict. - Just got done with some soc.med. (and am in the midst of a HORRENDOUS sneezing fit) on the Minds-Author and G's. Never did get to the music files... damnit... damn me. But there's tomorrow. - Anyway, that said... time for vinegar (on top of the food... shouldn't hurt, I shouldn't think), a final smoke and under the covers!

Sun.03.Mar: 10.01 and guards are cleaned, the paper trash is carbon in the wood-stove, 2 yoghurt containers are cleaned, the pee-bottle is cleaned, 3 water-bottles are re-filled, coffee, smoke, done, done and I'm dressed. And, the house is still. HLS is off to commune with Jesus. Me? I didn't get out of bed until 9.28. Good. Good. Oh, and by the way... it's snowing... yet again. Lightly. No need to run to the tarp for the truck. This day is on the roll. What comes of it from here is anybody's guess. (Were I smart, I'd go to the store for bread for something to eat today, but... nope.) - The snow should stop by about noon so... Maybe I'll get out and cut the limbs that have been in the cart in the yard from since Summer. Maybe. We shall see how it all works out... when this day too, is closed. - And Mimou is in his little bed by the chimney, Ms. Hallie is in the living-room. - 19.18 and another day draws to a close. Accomplishments? Well, on Minds, wonderful, delightful conversation with somebody who showed more compassion that most others, where the matter of the G's account being blasted with porn. AND... s/he gave wonderful suggestions and support to bring the site out to an even larger audience! I spent too many hours with him/her on-line until this after-noon, but, I don't regret a moment. It was a delight and a tonic to receive such compassion. - At about 15.00, I headed out to the back yard, with saw... there's no more branches in the cart and a considerable stack of small wood in the kitchen. Thankfully, I got to do it so HLS could SEE what went into it. Though... it was for naught. She sees the wood. She didn't see the work. Do I care? Nope. There's wood to be burned and warmth (though little) to be supplied. I WAS, how-ever, offered a beer, and I accepted... and had my beer as she ate her “stroganoff”. It was offered. I declined. (I'm having cheese and peanut butter as I type. There's ice cream on the porch... and chicken. Tomorrow night.) We chatted. No conflicts, imagine. And now, she's sacked-out on the recliner, I'm in the room, Mimou on the floor beside. And it's cute: one beer and I'm ready for sleep! ONE BEER! Gone are the days of a 6-pack and still ready for the next. No complaints. I don't know why I give a shit, but, I'd rather not waste away, ill. So, the water-drinking and such? Well... it's fine. - And the fact that the day went with-out conflict is even better. Tomorrow evening she'll be gone again... a couple of days of eating and such. It is what it is. We do what we must. - 23.22 and I'm actually ready to get to bed! I didn't have a nap today! WHY? WELL!... because, in stead of taking a nap, I put on my boots and grabbed the saw, headed to the card and... I CUT ALL OF THE LIMBS THAT WERE IN THE CART AND HAULED THEM INTO THE KITCHEN... WHILST HLS SAT AT TABLE AND WATCHED!!! Quite the impressive collection of limbs, I must say. Shame though... she can't burn them all to Hell because they're SATURATED! THEN... I went to the garage and pulled some fire-wood from the last of the pile against the wall and THEN... I stacked some more in the kitchen! And all the while, in plain sight of HLS. THERE! And yes, I already noted this but I'm rather proud of me. WHAT HAVE Y'DONE T'DAY T'MAKE Y'FEEL PROUD? - “Nourishment” for the day? A bit of cheese with some peanut-butter spread on it and finished the pastries. I'll be sorry for that... no more pastries and too much sugar. But it's done. Can't un-do. - Also, got caught-up with some soc.med. on all the accounts. - THAT was followed by... GIF ANIMATION SOFT-WARE THAT WORKS PERFECTLY FINE AND WELL! I can re-do the animation for the “art-work” AND... MAYBE, I can include something “animated” on the G's site! The soft-ware was FREE! There's a paid version that I wouldn't mind having, and only 40USD but... it's sold by Microsoft and I REFUSE to give them a penny of my hard-earned cash. But the free version is PERFECT for basics, and that's all I really want. Right now, if I wasn't so tired, I'd be “playing” with it. Tomorrow... the rest of the week. There's some time. - Tomorrow morning I need to get me to the P.O. as soon as I see the “DELIVERED” on the phone! I'm looking forward to getting it set-up and getting to the G's Minds page so that I can, at the very least, accumulate all the fucking “tokens” possible... the more I have and hoard, the more I believe I take out of circulation from the venue, and right now, that's my goal: Accumulate, accumulate! (It's actually what I want the phone for anyway... I suppose it's a bit of “spite”... but in Life these days, that seems to be the way to go.) - And so, wrap a day of no conflict up. - I could certainly use a bit of a shower, even after that bit of work today, but tomorrow evening I'll be hitting the washer, dryer, shower and such. No need for panic. - Right now... off to the vinegar and bed! And before 2.00 in the morning! YAY!

Mon.04.Mar: 8.14 and it was up and out of bed, coffee, vits., smoke by 7.47. Just had a chat with HLS because Mimou was at the door, paw under. No... she'd let him out because “I heard him 'meowing' over there (by my door) to get out so he's had his breakfast, I did everything I had to do for him and let him out. Don't blame me.” Oh fuck. The day just HAD to start with the “Don't blame me.” bull-shit. Good to know. She's gone “there” already. Best to dodge for as long as possible. We had snow over-night... maybe she'll take off earlier today (I should be so lucky). - As for the snow... it wasn't so bad. In fact, it was light enough that the plough came by at mid-night, as I was dozing off and just passed again. If the plough comes by... there's not that much snow. - In other news, the realisation that the only way I'm going to set-up the phone here is if it will do so on WiFi! OR... I'm going to have to do as much as I can here, on-line, then get into the truck and head over to E. Fuklin for service! This place is a farce. Well? Only way to find out the “how” is to get the phone and do what can and must be done. One way or another, I'm sure it isn't going to be “easy”. - Well? Another day has commenced. That's that. - 16.01 Well... she's gone. The phone arrived. 4 hours of set-up and... the fucking thing doesn't work. “Not reading the SIM”. Yeah? Quick check on-line: typical. Mintmobile does that... regularly. A few calls, none toll-free, a few e-mails already, back and forth, a new SIM in the mail... 2-5 business days. Right. So now I have ANOTHER 518 number that's useless (and some whack 405 exchange), ANOTHER fucking phone that won't even access the WiFi for calls, I tried the number on Minds and that sent me a code for the “wallet” but I didn't get it. Not very happy at the moment... other than... my “week-end” has commenced. Buggery Hell. -
ALMOST FORGOT TO MENTION: STANDING IN THE KITCHEN WITH HLS EARLIER, CHATTING AWAY, HALLIE LAYING ON THE KITCHEN FLOOR, RIGHT AT HER FEET AS SHE PARKED IN HER “OFFICE CHAIR”, I LOOK AT THE FLOOR AND THERE'S A VERITABLE LAKE OF URINE UNDER HALLIE'S BACK END!!! THE POOR THING LAID THERE AND PEE'ED! LOST BLADDER CONTROL! WHY? “WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME SHE WAS OUT?” SAYS HLS. I'VE BEEN IN THE ROOM MOST OF THE DAY (save for clearing the back walk, starting the truck, gathering the post) AND YOU'VE BEEN OUT HERE WITH THEM. HMMMM? “WE'RE GOING TO HAVE TO PAY MORE ATTENTION TO THIS.” *WE*? NO... I'M IN THE ROOM, YOU'RE OUT HERE... NOT *WE*... THERE'S NO *WE* IN THIS. WELL! THE POOR DOG! AS I POINTED-OUT, I MAKE SURE THEY GET OUT NOT LESS THAN THRICE... JUST GOES TO SHOW... SHE *IS* INEPT!
I move on. She's gone, we're here, they're in better hands. - 23.00 SHOWERED! STOVE STOKED. LIGHTS OFF. “FACE DONE”. CLOTHES IN THE WASH. BED-THINGS WASHED. KITCHEN IN ORDER. HEY! Usually this is all being done and I'm not getting out of the shower until 24.00! AND... by the time the clothes are dry, I'll be ready for SLEEP! No nap today! - Right now I'm still waiting to see what this evening's “meal” does... I finished the chicken and ice cream that have been on the porch from since Wednesday, last. The chicken smelled fine. The ice cream had melted so I put it in the freezer for a while... and ate it mostly liquid anyway. So? So... we'll see if there were any “things” in there. Good thing I'm going to the clinic on Wednesday. - Meanwhile... I got a screen-cap of “Mint's” site and “modified” it... to better reflect the truth. Posted and “boosted” on Minds: Woodhauler boosted 1000, Author boosted an additional 2000. It's on Gab and Twitter too. I can't wait to see/hear the ramifications of THIS! Not that I give a shit. I now have to wait another fucking WEEK! NOT happy. - Letting that go... moving on... and along... time for a smoke. - Oh... TONIGHT... OFFICIALLY... NO MORE “DRESSING” ON THE TOE! IT LOOKS GOOD. GOT A STURDY CLEANSING IN TONIGHT'S SHOWER. “FEELS” OK... NOTHING “STRANGELY OUT OF PLACE”, THOUGH I DO KNOW BETTER. STILL... TIME TO GET THIS SHIT OFF MY FOOT AND TRY FOR “NORMALCY”. WE SHALL SEE. - SMOKE! Then beer. As the wash washes. - PS: LOVING THAT I'M LISTENING TO CKOI AGAIN! “Comme dans l'temps” on! Wonderful. It's “MY” memories of The North.

Tue.05.Mar: 0.17 Well... never mind getting to bed before mid-night. The clothes are still in the dryer... and that green sweater is in there with the jeans. Let's see if we can't get to bed by 1.00. (I'll “LOL” later.) It's “snappy” out there again tonight. And in the garage, the fire-wood is... well... it just is. BUT, I MUST say that since I mentioned to HLS that she goes through more wood in 24 hours than I use in the 3 days she's away... it appears she's been “rationing”. (She truly, in her heart, believes that I'm just evil. Oh well... Nothing to be done about that.) - 0.59 Laundry's done at last! 15 minutes... last smoke... I'm DONE! - 9.38 Dressed (damnit), and all the “mourning routine” is complete... even to the recycling at the curb and the truck moved closer to the house. And I didn't get out of bed until 8.30, in spite of the constant calling that started at about 7.00. Sorry... I was still awake at 3.00 this morning. I laid in bed, awake until 2.45 when I had to pee! And through the night, spasms in the feet! Not the legs... the feet. So, the magnesium isn't helping, the vinegar stopped helping... Let's see what tomorrow's blood-work results show. Probably nothing... as it's always been. Never mind. - Brilliantly clear morning, and the cold to go with it. But there's snow in the forecast for later and, of course, for tomorrow. There's “rain” in the forecast for Monday. And I need a hair-cut today. There. - Today's agenda? Don't know. Perhaps some site-work with the new “animation” soft-ware. Perhaps... what-ever. Hair-cut is primary, accompanied by floor-cleaning. I should ponder some sort of “food” at some point (and how to pay). Anyway... the day has commenced. - 14.24 HAIR-CUT DONE BY 12.30!!! After moving the truck to the walk (handy for tomorrow morning's departure to the clinic), fetching the day's post and bringing the recyc bin back in, RESCUING THE LITTLE SQUIRREL FROM THE JAWS OF MIMOU (AND I'M ALMOST HOLDING MY BREATH UNTIL LIL'BIT MAKES AN APPEARANCE, KRISTE ALMIGHTY, I DIDN'T NEED THAT SHIT THIS MORNING... BEFORE NOON), setting-up a little “Snax-tray” made from a yoghurt container, and tacked in Lil'bit's corner of the porch ceiling... with peanut-butter and some of HLS's mixed nuts). THEN... it was off to sweeping the floors (primarily to get up the hair left from the cut but, of course, it went through the fucking hole), cleaning the litter-box and THAT moved along to Hoovering which moved into a mop of the kitchen floor... with javel. Oh, and took a moment to sent word to the Champlain flat, asking for a call for an appointment “later in the week” to have a “lookie-see” at the place. (Honestly, there's no way I can afford it now, nor until the fucking blood-sucking from soc.sec. is reduced, but I'll feel better about me and all so long as I continue to “look”). And... the day is shot to fucking Hell. BUT... there'll be (almost) nothing to be done tomorrow, so there's my “pay-off”. - Now, I'm hungry and there's nothing but Ramen to eat and I don't want to be bothered going to the store for anything. What I'd LIKE, very much, is a snooze. Shouldn't though. We'll see what happens (inadvertently). - To think, this morning I typed “Today's agenda? Don't know.” I do now. And it's all done! - 18.10 How odd... I went to the store... Chunky soup, Ramen, the rest of the P'tit QC cheese... ice cream. Devil Dogs for later. Rolls (for me and Lil'bit). Everybody's had dinner. The dishes are done. The garbage is ready to be tied and put to the curb. The hole is clean. The stove is stoked. I'm exhausted. And everything that “must” be done is done. - Oh... and it's fucking snowing again... and fucking COLD... again. - So, that said and done, all's said and done. (If it wasn't so damned early, I could go to bed.) - 22.29 The stove is stoked for the night. The little ones have had their snax. The kitchen is tidy. I've had my 3 cups of hot water. The under-things are in the “quick wash” and me? I'M OUT OF THE SHOWER! WOOHOO! Now... let's see if I can't get me into bed AND ASLEEP (hahahah) by not later than mid-night. I'd LIKE to be up by about 6.00 tomorrow, take a quick, “freshen-up” shower before the doc., even though I know NOTHING is going to be done nor will anything come of the visit. “Vitals”, chat, schmooze, out, perfect bill of health... “Pain in the neck?” Tylenol. “Pain in the side?” Flush with water. “Pain in the lower back?” Take it easy. “Muscle spasms?” Keep taking the magnesium. Thanks for coming. Always feel free to call. Have a nice day. See you next time. The appointment is for 10.00, takes about 20 minutes to get there, 20 minutes to get back. I'll be back by 11.00. There we have it. - Anyway... I'm clean, I'll be clean for the appointment. (Now... the only concern is tonight's snow, the bitter cold and the truck making it there and back.) - Washer's on the spin... time for smoke, vinegar... dryer... done. - Got the hole clean though... garbage out in the morning. “Accomplished”. - It's WHAT I'DONE T'DAY T'MAKE ME FEEL PROUD... Ms. Heather Small. -

Wed.06.Mar: 7.75 Up at 6.51... because I slept after the 6.00 alarm. A “dreamy” sort of night. I was up at 1.38 to pee, being rudely awakened by a dream that was so real... the sound of a key in the door, then thumping about the house, somebody had come in... in the dark! Waking from it was so real, I had to check the house. But... a dream. I pee'ed, went right back to sleep. Woke, again, form a dream I don't remember, at about 4.00-something. Went right back to sleep. The 6.00 alarm sounded. I turned it off... dozed until I got up. - And right now, the clench-guard is rinsing, I've had coffee AND a smoke. I let Hallie out via the little room. Minou is NOT happy about not being let out but I don't care. He's got a litter-box. No need to go out (to terrorise the squirrel). I have to get the garbage together and me to the loo. - The porch thermo reads about 10F, the sky is clear. Now to hope the truck starts and rolls. Dimball's car is still in the drive, so that makes me a bit nervous. - BUT... THE NUTS I LEFT ON THE PORCH FLOOR LAST NIGHT ARE GONE! I'M HOPEFULL THAT IT WAS LIL'BIT! I'd hoped to see him this morning, but the nuts being gone is... hopeful. Could have been mice. But... I'll hope... for a while. - Now... to the loo. This morning is “ON”. - Oh... did a complete scan of the lap-top last night too. I was on Twitter and the “Tab crashed”. Never heard of such a thing. But the scan didn't find anything damaging. Again... the best I can do is “hope”. - 12.24 AND... OF COURSE... I NAILED IT!!! BLOODS: PERFECT. PHYSICAL: PERFECT. Although, my blood “clumped” and “Jeanna” isn't sure what that means. “I know 'clotted' but I've never seen 'clumped'. Maybe it's the vitamin K.” They drew more blood AND I got a tetanus booster. Such fun. Anyway... I have to look-up this “clumping”. I see it on the profile. To be noted later. - I need to work on the porch. Lower the stacked boxes for Lil'bit who, I have cause to believe, has eating the nuts I put up for him! I HOPE! - 12.35 Consensus:
Pseudothrombocytopenia! As if Thrombocytopenia isn't enough to have to say. The BEST bit of information, found at: doctor.ndtv.com/faq/what-is-platelet-clumping-14627 is “The condition has no clinical significance other than scaring the treating physician.” I'm laughin'. The ONLY “cause” listed is faulty collection. Some-where along the line, the blood wasn't processed correctly (which yes, might throw everything else off, but the “clumping” is caused by improper processing. “Clinic”. “Medicaid”. Oh well. It's to be expected. And I just can't get over the “Your cholesterol is high and we like to treat it with medication.” and I immediately just said “No.” and that was that. She looked into my throat and notice some post-nasal dripping. There's a medication for that. “Nope.” Fuck! It's MINUS 13 degrees out there. WTAF was expected? Honestly! But... I have the print-out of the labs and next appointment is 29 August. Yep. OkieDokie then.
Now... on to the work on the porch! (I'll have to ponder a “low cholesterol” “meal”... though the “rise” is only 3 points... but Ms. Jeanna says, according to a “profile”, I run a 14% risk of some kind of “coronary incident” in the next 10 years. WTF? OH SHE WANTED TO CHECK MY PROSTATE!!! NO! NO! NO! MAYBE, had it been a male MD... but NO NO NO NO NO NO NO! (Besides, she agreed it was OK not to because I don't have “symptoms” AND she was MOST understanding when I told her that if anything shows anything even remotely “oncology-related”... I don't know, don't care, won't under-go any sort of treatments anyway.)
Now... on to the PORCH! - 12..44 Just a note: I checked the little dish of peanut-butter and nuts up in the corner of the porch... they haven't been eaten. Now... I'm a bit heart-sick. I'll clean that area anyway... with a heavy heart. - 15.03 THAT took longer than expected but... I DID get the end of the porch cleaned-up, AND I DID put up a shelf AND I DID get some of the shit out to the barn AND I DID clean out the stove. SO! And I DID clean out a little cooler so that I CAN get rid of the cardboard box that I've been using to “refrig” on the porch. And I DID get today's post and I DID NOT receive my new “SIM”, though I don't expect that until Friday meaning I CAN'T really do much about phone (for which I DID pay) until the week-end when HLS is at work... Sat. and Sun. But I'm happy and pleased about the porch. SADLY... I have a gut feeling that Lil'bit is no longer. But I'll hold mourning until HLS is seated at table, communing with Jesus... She usually sees him so... - Dimballs left at 7.00 this morning and was back as I began working on the porch. Oh well... none of my business. - As for the work done today... I'll say nothing. - I keep rolling over today's visit to the “Doctor”... What a hoot. - Jammies are back in the wash. This evening will be clothes. But for now, I'm hungry, could use a nap (15.00 is the new 14.00?) and I need... NEED to figure what I'm going to EAT today. No sense worrying about the “cholesterol” because, well, it's not that high and surely, a mere day's activity should bring that down (in spite of the “recommended”... “30 minutes of walking” every day, oh fucking la-de-da). - Moving on and along here. - 23.41 REALLY LATE! 15 minutes left on the wash. I'm done with mine's. Showered. Shampooed. Ready to hit the blankies. The house is dark. The stove is stoked. (I'd cranked the furnace up to 70F for a few hours, but seriously, it did no good. It' -15 with a chill of -15 but tonight, the cold is in the house itself. That moron is uneducable. Period. Let a brick house go cold... it stays cold. Dumbarse.) Anyway, no sense fretting. It is what it is and it will remain. (I've put the thermostat on 67F though... and I'm leaving it that way. Let's see if she remembers that she'd left it at 65F.) - Moving along, the place is Hoovered again, the porch is “tidy”. A quick mop in the morning and all is done. Then? Put up with the lunacy until Saturday morning. Another reprieve on Sunday. Then she's out again on Monday evening. (And there'll be use of the furnace whilst she's gone... because there's precious little fire-wood left.) Never mind. - I'm tired. - But hey! The blood-work came back fine. - Oh... “meal”. Chicken fukkitz. 12. 8 on 2 rolls and 4 in a mayo-mustard sauce. Ice cream after. In-take. - I'm feeling SO shitty about Lil'bit!!! But I believe Minou knows that I'm uncomfortable with him. As I told him: I love you. I don't love what you did, but I love you. I need to come to terms with the fact that that's what cats do. I just feel rather responsible... for having let him out. I know I had no way of knowing that the squirrel was on the porch. Nor did I have any way of knowing that it wouldn't go up, as it usually did, to the ceiling. I'll need to work on that. Meanwhile... it hurts. I don't KNOW for certain that it's dead. I can still hope. - The “Mint” phone still bothers me too. I'm waiting... they're going to tell me I need another phone. I don't believe it's the “SIM”... I'm betting it's the phone. Well? As long as I get ALL of my money back... But in case, I'll be composing letters to AGs, and BBB, and Consumer Protections, and the likes. Or... I just get a phone that does what was promised. - OK. I hear the spin cycle. Dryer and the day is done... AT LAST. - I'm trying to figure a way to get Denis here for a day or two. Where he'll sleep. Whether or not I want to invest the money... never mind the time. HLS will be gone on the 22nd. We shall see.

Thu.07.Mar: 1.01 Laundry's done and so am I... - 8.59 and I'm so “au courant” (what-ever) that I'm dressed. Got up and out of bed at 7.30, why, I still don't know, feeling as if I haven't slept all night. Ah... about 6 hours of “sleep”. Perhaps that's why? Perhaps. The only “need” at present, is a quick-mop of the kitchen floor. But I like having the place smell “cleaned” when HLS returns and there's NO telling when that might be so there's no particular urgency. - No sign of Lil'bit again this morning. My heart continues to ache. - Other-wise, another clear and cold day. No sign of reprieve. - I've half a mind to go back to bed. - 11.57 TIMING COULDN'T HAVE BEEN ANY BETTER HAD IT BEEN PLANNED TO THE DETAIL! I'D JUST GOTTEN UP FROM A SNOOZE, GRABBED THE MOP AND DONE THE KITCHEN FLOOR... AND AS I WAS PUTTING THE MOP AND BUCKET BACK INTO THE WHITE ROOM... “SQUEAK” WENT THE DOOR! THE FLOOR WAS STILL WET AND IN SHE WALTZED! “LOOKS LIKE THE FLOOR'S WET.” I COUDN'T EVEN THINK OF A THING TO SAY. WELL... AT LEAST IT WAS OBVIOUS AND NOTICED. BUT ANYWAY... “PEACE” IS DEAD... I SUSPECT. - I went to get the PO key... BOTH of them are gone! Fine... Go get the mail. I didn't want to put boots on anyway. AND, it's SO fucking COLD out there... - She let Minou out. Not my responsibility. Don't care, can't care. And so... it's time for me to get to the business of music files, images, site-work and other things in the room. - The house is COLD. The fire-wood is down to scraping. “Your” house is “yours” again. Tah-dah. - 19.31 Well, I've had my 2 rolls with 8 chicken fukkitz, 2 “Devil Dogs” after. “Meal” is done. - I've been so tired all through the day. Took 2 naps and am ready, again, to get under the blankets. Boredom? Depression? General stress? What-ever. - Tomorrow, during the day, I'm going to try taking the phone for a spin, “into the coverage zone” and see if it doesn't make a difference in the situation. I worked on it during the day today, to no avail. It won't make WiFi-call connections! IF I could figure a way to forward texts to the actual number (the NEW 518 number), I wouldn't have to be bothered with any of this shit. (Just checked... nope. Gglnumber to phone: yes. Not vie versa.) I thought of taking a little ride this afternoon but honestly... just too cold out and I'm just too tired. (Maybe it's because of the 5 hours “sleep” last night?) Tomorrow, Mme. will be here so I'll need a bit of some reprieve. (I'll just have to figure where I should go. Maybe I'll go up to Brunet for more vitamins... K and Biotin, a stop at IGA for yoghurt or something. The coverage area is along the lake... en route to Richford... and Sutton. There. Settled.) - 20.40 And as I went to have my smoke, she came in with Hallie from their walk round the town. Funny... Hallie actually BARKED, wanting to get into the house... she now knows it's “snax-time” after the evening “tinkle”. Anyway, so I went out to “chat” briefly and now I'm back in the room. Thankfully... at 20.40... almost time to get to bed! - The rest of the house is COLD! Dumbarse won't put that fucking furnace up. (I wonder if it's still set at 67F.) When they'd left, Minou came to the door. I let him in, picked him up... HIS FUR WAS COLD! She's a complete idiot. But, oh well and alas... the fire-wood is dwindling. And if she orders more? I'll have to check and see if I have any interest in stacking. If not? She'll pay for that service again. May as well get used to it... let the “cost” sink in. - The “new” phone, mean-while, has done some sort of up-dating and there's a symbol for “phone service” now. It's “red”, but it wasn't there before. (I'm almost tempted to take it for a walk, but I don't know where I'll hit a signal and it's TOOO fucking COLD out there to be strolling about... Tomorrow...) - 10.15 Started the little records for an animation idea on the G's site... and now... it's time for vinegar and bed! “She'll” be here tomorrow, the weather looks to be OK, a get out and get the phone in sync and a trip to Brunet is in order and then, back to the work on the site. Oh... and I have to take the fucking ink cartridges out of the printer for her. She's going to get them re-filled at Costco... or so some idiot told her she could. 10$ and change. We shall see. Anyway... I'm “abusive”... and she's utterly helpless. So it goes in life, I suppose. But for now... time to wrap this day... hopefully. Have to check when Brunet opens... and say I received word from the MD... must go back to Richford. And so I shall... go to Richford... it's the best way to get to Sutton. - 23.49 and the clock just wouldn't stop! Now I want one more smoke and THEN.... NO MORE OF THIS DAY!

Fri.08.Mar: 8.42! Well, I didn't get out of bed until 8.25. Why? I don't really know. I was up before 7.00, t the sounds of “CLANG-THUMP-CRUNCH-CLANG-CLANG” as she tossed the embers from the stove. Then again at 7.00, to the sound of the alarm. Then again at 8.00 to the second alarm. Oh well. We can't retrieve lost time. And I'm not in any particular rush to get any-where this morning. The warmest part of the day is yet to come. But... I' dressed and in from smoke and the “day” is “rolling along”. I feel as if I'd been under the barn all night. A “normal” morning. Head-ache and the rest. So all's well. (Odd that nothing “wrong” came up in the blood-work. Something should have shown “off”, one would think. But... ) - It's clear. Bright. Chilly. And, it's another day. Time now, to get busy with something. I'm working on “record labels” for G's. Something to add. Something to keep “occupied”. Something. Life... as it is. - Oh, I'll note: Denis... the calls in the middle of the night. The messages of “Call me NOW!” I have to wonder: after all the years in Newburgh, the poison in the water. The general ill health of so many... Having been beaten about the head so terribly, in the park, by the “invaders”... A little “off”? Or out-right insane? One can wonder and one does. Would having him around be more an effort in insanity? Look at my past record of nutters. Perhaps all is as it should be now. I'll give benefit of time. Perhaps try to talk a bit more with him the coming week. There isn't much I can offer here. He doesn't like leather, doesn't like language... probably wouldn't like going to QC either. Oh well. That's the way of the world. We'll see when we see. - 23.04 and late again. But... I kept busy all through the day... To begin, I DID get out of the hole at about 13.00 (under the guise of going to Richford to the MD) and headed over to the lake with the Metro phone, to get onto the “system”. Did it work? Well... sort of. It connected to “Mint”, did something to “up-date” shit but nothing much visibly changed other than seeing “Mint” on the screen. So I left the lake and went to Hannaford's where I “bought” (on the Community card) turkey, another coffee, Fage yoghurt (which I had when I returned at about 14.30), some “vanilla horn” pastries (4... of which all are now gone... sadly... because I'm a slob). So now I have a few chicken fukkitz and more turkey (because I ate half of that too... “meals”). In the parking lot at Hannaford's I tried to phone me at the Troy number and it went through on the McDonald's WiFi! But for some reason, it won't connect to the WiFi at the house! It appears that the fucking phone needs the fucking network no matter HOW I try. Doesn't make sense, but after having looked-it all up, it seems that the SIM is necessary some-how because the damned phone doesn't even have my info registered. It's pissing me off because in the parking lot, it connected via McD's WiFi but it won't here. Hey! HLS's fucking phone works! This is getting to be bull-shit. (Not to mention, the renewal on service is about 100$ for 3 months, and it HAS to be done in 3-month intervals. NOT HAPPY! All this because I want those fucking credits for the G's account on social media! Oh well... live and learn.) So... with food in the truck, I headed back up along the Berkshire Centre rd. and round the lake again. Got in, as I say, about 14.30 and had the yoghurt and occupied m'self with the rest of the day... mostly pissing it away with a 30-minute nap and soc.med. - This evening, chatted with HLS for a while. She'll be out by about 7.00 tomorrow morning. YAY! Off to work. And then again on Sunday (which is when we go back into “Day-light Savings” SHIT!) - This evening, I worked a bit more on the “records” images AND created a little animation for theG's site... It looks like the records are being stacked. Cute. Coded a “Home page” with it in there. I'll have to ponder where to put it... and I've more records to work into format for it. But I HAVE to say that the new “animation” soft-ware is WONDERFUL! Limited, but I'll not pay 40$ to Microsoft for the “Pro”... If it paid an individual, I'd gladly send my money, but not to Microsoft! - Oh... and when I got back from the travel, I got HLS on-line to search and shop! She's ordered ink cartridges... 5 for the same price she pays for 2 at Costco. It was GRUELING! At one point, I just let out a string of “jurons” and she giggled and said “You sound like my cousin, Christian.” So! She's got fam. (as it were) who aren't all that “fucking holy-holy”. Cute to know.) - And so, another day rolls to a close. I wanted to be in bed by now, but the comfort is: she'll serve breakfast to the little ones (I hope) and be gone... and I can sleep-in if need be, for a brief while. Hopefully, the new SIM will arrive tomorrow (I'm not counting on it) and, if so, I can try to get to the lake (or someplace) and get this fucking phone rolling! (Seriously? It doesn't appear that I'll be paying the renewal come June... at this rate. I could give the damned thing to Denis... or something, I suppose. I'll ponder. Or... it'll become just another “WiFi” phone... and alarm clock. - Never mind. I've had my vinegar... would like another smoke and then... off to nap! It's 23.46 right now (how nice to have a little clock to look at... shame I'm not into music all the time... as I was... in the “better” years).

Sat.09.Mar: 7.33 and all but the loo is done. I even started a small fire in the stove, on ONE ember. Clever little me. - I woke, of my own, no alarm, at 6.45 to the sounds of thumping and clomping. By 7.02 I was out of bed to see HLS drive off. Got right to “business” of coffee and such. Have even had a smoke in the clear, bright, crisp morning air. Just waiting for the fire to grow big enough to dispose of the burnable garbage of yesterday's eating. And as for the rest of the day? Not too sure, other than, I'd LIKE to get a shower in at some point. Other-wise, the hole is calm, Minou's just come in to his bed in the room. Hallie's some-where about. The empty tin on the counter shows that she's had breakfast. So all's attended. (I'll have to bring some fire-wood in at some point. I don't want to, since there isn't much there and we're only just approaching the mid-March point... there are many more COLD days ahead. But... may as well make it LOOK as though I've “done my share”... on this “free ride” here. Oh well... Just another day. - 12.26 Just in from getting the post... NO SIM! The fuckers. BUT... MEDICAL CARD ARRIVED AT LAST! So? So... - ALSO... SAFELITE IS ACROSS THE STREET, REPLACING A WIND-SHIELD AND I ASKED ABOUT REAR-VIEWS AND INSPECTION STICKERS. THEY TRANSFER THE STICKER (I guess they reproduce or something cause the guy said they KNOW when the sticker is valid) *** BUT *** I'M PROBABLY GOING TO LOSE THE MIRROR BUTTON! Well? At least it's only the button. I guess I'll order one in advance. Good to know. - As for the rest of this morning, I got the little animation of records done. Now to figure out what to do with it and then work on the one for the “Art” site. Time is passing... Next... shower. (I'd make a wash but Dimballs just finished with a bath... I heard the RUSH of water in the ceiling and wall in the loo.) - And... I only JUST got dressed. No rush... It's “Shabbat”. - Still fucking pisses me off though... no phone... and I'm paying for this! - 16.56 and here we are... showered, the jammies and such, washed and dried, the sun shining in through the window on the door... *** AND SOMEBODY NAMED “WAYNE” POSTED TO THE FORUM ON THE G's SITE! JUST TODAY... MOMENTS BEFORE I GOT TO IT! I'D JUST CHANGED THE “JUKE-BOX” PAGE, ADDING THE LITTLE ANIMATION OF RECORDS WHEN I DECIDED TO STOP BY THE “FORUM” AND THERE WAS THE NEW POST! (I'M WRACKING MY BRAIN... I REMEMBER A “WAYNE”... FROM NEWBURGH. I'LL HAVE TO MENTION IT TO DENIS... TOMORROW, I'LL TRY TO GET IN TOUCH WITH HIM.) ANYWAY, I POSTED BACK. HE MENTIONED “PINE HILL”... FOR SOME REASON, THAT PLACE IS PARTICULARLY IMPORTANT TO DENIS. I CAN'T IMAGINE WHY. IT WAS SO FAR AWAY AND IT WASN'T OPEN VERY LONG. OH WELL. I'M JUST BLOWN AWAY BY THE FACT THAT THERE'S SOMEBODY ELSE OUT THERE WHO ACTUALLY WAS AT G's! IMAGINE THAT! NOT ALL OF US ARE “GONE”. (DENIS, WAYNE AND I ARE PROBABLY THE ONLY 3 LEFT. “LIFE” HAS COME TO THAT.) - Meanwhile, I had the rest of the fukkitz and 2 franks at about noon. The franks were with the little bit of butter in the bag I'd left in the fridge! (I almost doubt HLS even noticed the bag... at least, I'll hope she didn't. Anyway, it's out of there now.) There's still half of the the turkey from yesterday and 2 rolls... for later. No dessert though. Alas. But tomorrow is another day... and I do believe HLS said she'll be working then too. - As for now... it's “dinner time for the little ones.” This day has gone by rather quickly. (Being showered... I don't mind.) No telling when “she'll” be rolling in. Honestly, I could go to bed right about now... and I'll be wide awake at mid-night, no doubt. - Still jumpy from the forum post. I'VE DONE VERY WELL WITH THE G's SITE! - 18.43 and peace has died. Time to close the door to the room and return to the life of “confinement”. At least I showered and the bed-things are clean. YAY... me. - 21.31 GOT AN E-MAIL FROM WAYNE! AND I GAVE A BIT OF A REPLY. HE CAN'T FIGURE OUT WHO I AM. TOMORROW, IF ALL GOES WELL, I SHALL GET ME A VODKA, SOME TONIC AND SPEND THE EVENING IN REPLY! (I'M GOING TO KEEP A COPY OF THE E-MAIL EITHER ON LN OR DA... THIS IS TOO PRECIOUS TO LOSE!) THEN... LOOKING HIM UP THE YEAR BOOKS (1971), THERE WAS AN ANNOUNCEMENT OF A CLASS RE-UNION... 2018... 25TH AUGUST!!! TO THINK! I WAS IN NEWBURGH ONLY 5 DAYS AFTER! I HAD THE TRUCK! SAW DENIS! SAW BARBARA! 5 DAYS AFTER! LIFE... WHAT A FUCK. - Anyway... the house is silent. HLS has gone to bed. We chatted only merely briefly when she got in. She's off to work in the morning... an hour earlier... DLS time and shit. I need to get to bed soon too! Not that an hour is going to make any difference to me with my sleeping patterns. But... I want to sit with a beverage and send an e-mail tomorrow. It's A-FUCKING-MAZING! - 23.53 which means it's rather 24.53 or tomorrow instead of today. Fuck. No matter. I'm still fucking later than I'd wanted to be tonight, but the messages from Wayne have thrown me all off! AND, he says he's got a “Halloween” poster from G's... 1972! He's going to scan it and send me a copy! YAY! MORE FOR THE SITE! May this be just the beginning. I wonder how many others he's in contact with. MAYBE... - Well before I close today I HAVE to include the “forum” messages and the e-mail... so I never lose them. - PS: I sent 25$ to “Voyager”... to “support the G's forum”. I'd sent them 20$ YEARS ago, when I opened the “Newburgh” forum. Let's just hope they all manage to survive. - Meanwhile....

(24.04 JUST finished reading the e-mails and down-loading the flyer. “Young Bill”? “Blond”? Wore glasses”? “Liked Dennis”? JEEZUS! I WONDER! Anyway, so much for going to bed... I'm putting this flyer on the site before sleep! Or... I'll never get to sleep.)

Sun.10.Mar: 0.25 and so this is Sunday... and the clock's gonna jump. Alas. AND “double-digit date”. March is running away... I wish I were. - 3.08 Of course it is! Jumped from 2.08 right through! Thankfully, I can “sleep-in” for a little... HLS will be up soon and leaving again by 7.00. I THINK I'll be going for a vodka tomorrow... so I can sit calmly into the night, and compose a message to “Wayne”. Meanwhile... THE INVITATION IS POSTED TO THE SITE! My work is DONE! - 9.13 which is actually 8.13 but there's no sense in “remembering” that because... there isn't. I didn't get out of bed until 8.57 which is 7.57 and for some reason, I feel rather “hung-over”. Imagine that! Just the thought of going for vodka today. In all fairness, I didn't get to sleep until what was almost 4.00 this morning, so technically, I'm up and functioning on only about 5 hours of sleep... restless sleep. Leg “cramps”, not really “spasms”. Oh well. - And on this lovely Sunday morn... what looks to be “freezing rain”... ON THE TRUCK! Never mind, on the roads. So... there's food that has to be gotten (though I still have turkey and rolls). I'll go and get to the truck anyway, before it freezes shut. It's -1° right now, supposed to be plus 1 by 11.00 and 2° by noon. By 15.00, back to dropping and precip. all through the day. Same shit for tomorrow. How charming. So much for “Spring”... when-ever that's supposed to be here. - All said though, I suppose it's all worth the “pain”... G's got a new piece of history. - 13.20 and I've just spent the entire day in this cold hole, re-vamping the “Souvenir” pages on G's. Had to get the “pages nav” to fit properly to the right of the pages. Good news: always learning how to manipulate the coding. Shame I can't get a “counter” on it. (Not that I haven't tried.) It would be nice to know how many people actually find it. (I often wonder if Ms. Liz ever found it. Doubtful. But, her loss.) - I'm still in jammies too! - Meanwhile, the snow keeps falling and the wind is BLASTING, and I'm in no mood to head out into it... for vodka or food or other-wise. There's always tomorrow, which would be better anyway because “she” will be here during the day. So? So... - 13.59 and the Journals are up-to-the moment (well... the moment before this one) and I'm going to have a lie-down because the wind is still a-blowin' and the flakes are still a-fallin' and I'm still a bit on the weary side. - 17.19 Made it to Swanton.... Hannaford's for peanut-butter, 2 tins of fruites, toaster-thingshits (PopTarts), bottle of tonic, rolls, coffee... 20,44$ and I broke a 100 for that shit! COULD have put it on the card but... there'll be more needs for food. Then... down the road to... LIQUOR store that had JUST closed. (The trip to and the stint at Hannaford's too me an HOUR... freezing rain, drifting snow... wet roads, the typical shit.) BUT, I put the vodka on the Comm. card and... out the door to stop at Sunoco to put in 17$ of 91 octane at 17$ and toddle-lee-toddle-loo... back to the hole, just moments ago with time to haul more fucking fire-wood. (SHE won't take what's right at the stoop... not good enough for Her Ladyshit.! But that's all she's got in the kitchen now... fucking requnt.) She left almost NOTHING to start a damned fire with... except a fucking bunch of snotty tissues. So? In they went with the branches I'd cut and... charcoal starter fluid. Will it work? Don't know... don't give a fuck. And now... 'tis time for me to get my turkey on a roll or 2 and see what else I can do for “nourishment”. NOT in the best of moods, but... - Also, noticed... SOMETHING HIT THE FUCKING TRUCK AND SCRAPED DOWN TO THE FUCKING METAL ON THE ROCKERS! DON'T KNOW WHEN OR HOW ... NOTHING ELSE APPEARS TO BE DAMAGED. STRANGE... JUST LIKE THIS ENTIRE FUCKING SICK-FUCK JOKE OF A PLACE AND PEOPLE. - I need to eat something... there's V-TON TIME coming tonight. - 24.05 (I'm not letting this day go that easily.) - On my second V-TON! Small, but fine. Sent the “history” to Wayne via e-mail. - Mme. rolled in at about 19.30. I had a fire in the stove. I mentioned not having “kindling” but... never mind that. There's “dense” that just cannot be dealt with. But we chatted. - She'd closed her door today... to keep Hallie out. Seems Hallie has a “bladder control issue” these days. Poor old thing. Or... she's being poisoned by something she's been licking-up on the drive where Dimballs parks. She allegedly pee'ed in the bed and HLS had to take her “down comforter” to work to wash in the “industrial” machine. Alas. Oh well. (I need to get the fuck out of here.) - ANYWAY... I had 2 rolls with the last of the turkey for “meal” and the “toaster-thingshits”. Have had a few more of those... too much sugar. So I've “eaten”. - The e-mail to Wayne was quite lengthy, reads like an excerpt from a novel. - Also, sent a text to Denis saying I'll try to ring him tomorrow. No reply. I can't help but think: He's been in that town all his life... through the fluoridation of the water, and all the rest of the “poisoning”. Never left. Wayne mentioned something about him being OK when he's not drinking. The times he's rung me, he's always sounded “paffed”, as it were. Can't help but think: he's “gone”... just like the rest of them.... poisoned. Something to keep in mind. - Now... it's time to finish the 2nd v-ton... I'm enjoying them, lightly. Hopefully they'll help with a good night's sleep. In a few minutes, I'll find out. Right now, they're waking me up. - It's a “mild” night out there. The ice and snow are melting. More cold to come though. But... if there was some place I'd enjoy walking to, some place that wouldn't remind me of where I am... I'd go for a brief walk. I don't like to do so any-more because it's just a reminder... being where I'd rather not be. Actually, in thought, it's worse than it was in Newburgh. At least, in Newburgh, I enjoyed walking. Like out beyond Algonquin Park... even to Meadow Hill North. Here? It's just reminder... reminder... reminder...

Mon.11.Mar: (Broke my foot on the fire-wood stacking 3 months ago today. Fuck.) 0.55 In my missive to Wayne this evening it came up: 33 YEARS on the 15th! More than half my life-time! And... “The age of Christ”. Imagine THAT! But... MORE than half of my life-time! Now THAT'S something! And to think... it makes no difference to anybody. BUT... it's made a GREAT difference to me. FTW. - 2.09 (is 1.09) and I'm off for last smoke... fucking 2.00 again! - 11.24!!! I didn't get up until 11.02!!! Two v-tons and THIS! Well! Yes, I heard the 7.00 and the 8.00 alarms, and I THOUGHT I was simply dozing. Yeah? “Dozing”. Until now? OK. 9 hours of almost solid sleep, no cramps, spasms, nothing. But REALLY! That's quite a “night”! Now I dread tonight, when “normal” sleep-time rolls round. I don't want to get into a routine of being up all night. I'd LIKE to get BACK to what was MY “normal”... in bed by 21.00 and up at 4.30. Though being up too early does me no good here... not in this weather, anyway. I'd just be sitting in this room. (Ah... the “depression factor”.) Anyway... have had coffee and all, am dressed, it's 3° out there in the grey, with just bits of snowy things floating about. Minou is on the floor beside me, preening. And any moment now, I'll have to get to the loo. But for now... it's just OK, I suppose. I don't “look” as though I've just gotten up. - I tell ya one thing: no v-tons tonight. (Of course, I'll have to be up and about tomorrow by 8.00 anyway.) - So here we go... with the day... what's left of it. - HLS is still in house-coat too, as I saw when she let Minou out to the porch, as I was having a smoke, and she either didn't see me (though I wonder how she didn't smell the cigarette) or chose to ignore. Some-times I wonder. Most times, if not all times, I don't care. - 18.34 and on cue... out the door she rolled at just about 16.30. Me? I've since had “meal”... on packette of Ramen with the remaining butter I've been hoarding, a bit of the seasoning, 2 eggs swiped from the fridge, a tin of “tropical” fruits. Looks like this is going to be “it” for today. - No fire in the stove and nothing really, to get one going, I tried to start one. (“It was warm enough today that I didn't think to start one.” said she. Right. Truth? Lazy.) It's doing what it can to get going as I type. - I popped off another e-mail to Wayne in response to his reply to my “missive”. Doesn't appear that communications will continue. Oh well. But in my little bit today, I mentioned my “involvement” in '03 with the Top. - Meanwhile... IT IS SO FUCKING BLOODY SNOWING FULL-FORCE OUT THERE!!! “SPRING-TIME IN NEW ENGLAND”. I don't much mind... no place in particular I need to go to, nothing in particular that I need to do on the road. Food... at some point, but nothing immediate. - Pondering a nice shower tonight though I don't NEED. - And poor Ms. Hallie... locked out of “her” room and off of the bed where she's comfortable. She's obviously down about it. I can't help but think: If she's got bladder troubles and lets go on the sofa it's going to be worse and more involved than if she went on the bed. Then too, HLS hasn't done shit about the matter, Again... leaving it up to somebody else and attending to the “self-serving”. - I'm actually tired enough to nap now. I want to but am concerned about tonight. We shall see. - I should try to contact Denis tonight. Don't really want to, admittedly. Haven't heard from him in reply to my message of the other night. That's the way it goes. - 20.03 I'd laid down for a snooze at about 19.15 or so, with alarm set for 20.00 and about 10 minutes ago... Ms. Hallie came in to get me... TIME FOR PINKLE AND THEN SNAX! I marvel... “Day-light Savings”, clocks changed and she STILL KNOWS! HOW? I marvel! - Received an e-mail from Wayne, about the “old” days in the park. He'd left Newburgh 16 years ago (so there's hope for him, I suppose). I sent word about MY experiences with “Sofoklese”. - Then I went for my nap. - Anyway, the time in snooze helped a bit with the fatigue, but now... nothing to nosh on but those “toaster-thingshits”. and I'm down to the last 2 packages of those. AND THE SNOW IS STILL FALLING OUT-SIDE! I swept the walk... QUITE a considerable accumulation! - Brought the very last of the fire-wood by the stoop in too. There's about 3 day's-worth left out there... as HLS would burn it (or, if SHE burns it, 3 hours). - Now... to shower or not? I shall decide soon. I'll have to try to contact Denis at some point... though I doubt there'll be an answer when I phone. Don't much really feel like chatting with him but... I DID send that I WOULD ring tonight. SOMEBODY needs to maintain credibility. - 23.29 Well... the house is closed, the little ones are in the living-room (since Hallie is locked out of “her” room). I'm done with soc.med. Teeth brushed. No shower tonight... too tired. I rang Dennis at about 22.00 (since he doesn't seem to mind ringing me at 23.00). Left a message. That's that. Got a fire going in the stove, with much difficulty but the stove has HOT enough to actually warm into the dining room. Stove stoked. The snow is still falling. This is insane but... Winter is wonderful that way: slow to let go and retreat. No complaints, I suppose. I had 2 rolls with peanut-butter. The kitchen basins are clean. It's time for a smoke, vinegar, NO v-tons tonight, and off to a nap. Tomorrow? What-ever.

Tue:12.Mar: 12.11 and the post is in, the “morning routine”, long done. I got caught-up in the soc.med. this morning and the day's just rushed by! - As it is, I remember looking at the clock as I got to bed... at 0.03. Tossed. Turned. Don't know for how long, but it seemed “hours”. Don't even remember falling asleep. But at about 5.00, I woke, looked at the clock and was almost ready to get up but... as I pondered the day... next thing: the 7.00 alarm. Fine. Again, I pondered the day, what needed to be done, what I wanted to do, what I... HELLO? 7.50! Up I was, up I got, out of bed and into the kitchen... to re-start the wood-stove, let Ms. Hallie out and get breakfast for her and Mimou. It was 8.04 and the day commenced. The usual “morning routine”. - The sky's been crystal clear all morning! INCREDIBLE! Still quite “crisp” though. But standing in the sun, when the air's still, there's a “warmth” to it. It WOULD be a delightful day to be out, doing something (like putting the fence back up?) but, quite frankly, the incentive” to “do” is gone. No matter what I do “do” round here, it's either not appreciated, makes no difference, isn't noticed or is UN-done. Rather difficult when being about the presence of ingrates and slobs. I'll just have to wait until I get to the point, again, where I “do” it for my-self. Right now... I've other things I'd like to do... specifically on the G's site. Shame, really, with all that blue sky out there. Once was a time when I'd be out in it. (Probably why my health is so miserable of late... staying in the room... partially clinically-depressed. Fuck.) - Anyway, I'm up, dressed, been to the PO. And oh... Day 8 of no “Mint” phone service, no word from them, no “replacement SIM”... On my “'agenda”? Attorney General, Consumer Protection... &c. They've got my money... I've got another useless phone. NOT happy. - Off we go... back to the “coding” for G's. - 23.52 and it's another late one... thankfully I ad a 30-minute nap during the day... again, at 16.00. - As for what happened today? Well... I'm out of the shower, nice and scrubbed. I made an animated back-ground for the “Halloween Invitation” on G's. THAT took most of the day because it went through about 4 or 5 iterations. Spent time on soc.med. Got the post. STILL NOTHING FROM THE PHONE SHIT! I'M QITE PISSED AND TOMORROW... LOOK-UP COMPLAINTS TO THE A.G. AND SUCH. “Meal” consisted of chicken fukkitz again. I went to the store, not really wanting those, but they're easy and quick and EVERY bit of flat-ware is in the dish-washer. Honestly? She hasn't been in the house all that long this week passed and she managed to go through EVERY spoon, most of the forks, some of the knives! Not to mention, we're now officially down to about a week's worth of fire-wood (for me... a day's worth for her). I have the furnace up to 71F tonight. In 10 days, she leaves for 2 weeks... must make certain to have enough oil for that! - It was a magnificent day! Clearest skies I've seen in I don't remember how long. But... still cold. - A couple of messages from Dorothy. Nothing much in particular. Her “youngest” turned 44 today. Imagine that! We're THAT “old”. 44. - And aside from these points... nothing to note. Just the usual time on the computer. - Now? Having ONE v-ton... just because. Hey! I'm betting that all the “reports” of “thrombocytopenia” (I spelled that correctly!) were “pseudo” because of the “clumping”. “Sticky red cell” no doubt. Anyway... I'm taking the vit.K and such. So one v-ton shouldn't “harm”. (Two will though... tomorrow morning.) - OK. Have the v-ton, run through the soc.med. and under the covers in this comfy-warm hole tonight. There's a bit of wood in the stove. I don't much care if there's nothing for Thursday when she gets back. Let HER deal with it if it's chilly. - Oh... checked that hole in the wall on the porch AND the crawl space under the room for the squirrel. Nothing. No traces. I'm thinking the poor little thing got so scared he took off and won't come back. Where-ever he is, I hope he's comfy and OK. There's plenty of seed on the porch for him, should he return. -

Wed.13.Mar: 1.40 Last smoke! - 8.21 AND... the little ones have been out, in, had breakfast, the garbage is at the curb beside the THREE LARGE BLACK BAGS from up-stairs (the “once-a-month drag” from Mr. Dimballs), and in spite of me, feeling none-too-well again this morning, with light-headedness and the likes (I wonder if it's not the tooth and the “clumping” blood... never mind), I'm about to toss clothes into the washer... though wait, there's house-work to be done... may as well do jammies this morn, clothes at shower, as usual. Good thing I sat to jot this first. - Clear day. Still cold out but rather “comfy in, with the furnace. AND, I got the stove re-started with-in moments. -7° out there I see. OK. No prob. - Could I go back to bed right about now? Yep. Will I? Nope. Off and along we roll... - 18.23 and almost the ENTIRE DAY WASTED dealing with the bull-shit of MintMobile! Calls all over the place ending with some wad telling me that I need to try the SIM card in another phone”! She barely understood English, or feigned not understanding when I told her that I'd tried to set the phone up in Eonsiburgh, Richford (and I threw in BTV for shits). All she kept telling me was that there's no service in Fuklin! Yeah? I told HER that! But... it ended with a complaint to the VT AG who copied it to the Consumer Protection and now I have to send along something to the FCC (when their site works). Didn't get “done” with it all until 16.00! The ENTIRE FUCKING DAY! - “Meal” this evening... the last of the fukkitz and some raisins and nuts. That's it for “food” for me. I COULD run to the store but... nope. I'll be mopping the floors and heading for bed soon enough tonight. Tomorrow, I might need to get out and away (for food, at the very least). I doubt the old thing will be back any time “reasonable” though. There's a truck to be washed as well. - And so... the “dishes” are done, the floors are Hoovered, the place is “settled”. Only the mopping to do and that won't be done until the morning so the place smells of “cleaners”. - Tonight? Clothes get washed, I get showered and... sadly... Mme. Q. will be in residence this week-end. Ah... but there's still the 22nd to look forward to (when I'll have to haul her to the airport). Oh... as I think: She's of the belief that the world is in her debt, that “work” will be done when she won't do it, and when it's done, she never even so much as acknowledges but if it's NOT... she runs to denigrate behind the back. 'tiis as 'tis. Sick. - Moving along... the little ones are out for after-dinner “do”. I need to get them in. - 10.09 Me, out of the shower and “face done”. Clothes, in the wash. The little ones... in the living-room. Kitchen is “settled”, ready for a floor-mop in the morning. I'm DONE. Had a light v-ton before the shower, planning on one more before bed... just to “help” with sleep. No more, no less. - Earlier, HLS sent a text asking if her “ink” had arrived. When I told her it hadn't, I asked if she'd gotten an e-mail with “tracking”. Few moments later, she confirmed that she hadn't. I told her to “reply” to the e-mail order confirmation and ask for status and suggested she check to see if her account had been debited... That was at 17.00... No reply. Pissed her off because I didn't offer to jump right in and take over. Ah well. - I' m trying to figure where to go for a while, tomorrow, where I can fuck about with the phone “in the network”. There's NO place to go to where a body can just sit... like, at the lake or something. Maybe in SUMMER, but sure as shit not these days (as it is, there's more snow falling this evening). No café or such. Fucking hole. But, maybe I'll just find a spot, set in the truck and hope. We'll see. It would be nice to have free WiFi at the same time. Who knows? Maybe I'll have to sit in a “rest stop”. TOO FUNNY! SUCH FUN! - Oh well... Dorothy's sent a photo of her flowers blooming. The washer is going for rinse. I want a smoke and... HOPEFULLY I'll be in bed by 23.00 and up BEFORE 8.00 tomorrow! (“LOL”... as they say.)

Thu.14.Mar: 0.29 And so the second v-ton is done, I've had the last tin of fruits, I came in earlier from a smoke and the screw that holds the knob on the door fell out but I got it back in (THANKFULLY). Added an animated definition of the word “souvenir” to the G's site and a note of thanks to Wayne on the forum. Laundry is done. I'm off for last smoke and a glass of water (or vinegar) and off to bed! (Mimou is sleeping in the white room tonight... I tried to get Hallie to do so, but she prefers the sofa... poor gal... locked out of “HER” room.) - Done. Hopefully nobody will “break in to” the lap-top tonight. Strange things going on with it again. - Here's hoping for a GOOD wake-up! - 8.12 morning routine done, on another grey, chilly morn. - Up and out of the bed at 7.57 with a tooth-ache, lower right. Huge hole there. A filling is needed. Thankfully, I'd been buying when I had the cash. - A bit of snow on the back walk and LARGE prints that I'm thinking are coon. Wondering if that wasn't what got to Mimou's face. And he's out in the barn already. He and Hallie went out, I got their breakfast, he came in, ate a little and went back out. Hallie's back in, eating now. A morning. - I must have slept terribly last night. I feel rather “heavy” this morning. Two v-tons and this is the result. Well... the choice is either no more v-tons or get back to the “tolerance”. I think I'll opt for the former... for a while anyway. The tooth-ache doesn't help. - I see 0° out there at present, up to 8 and a bit of sun for this after-noon. Tomorrow... 12°! Rain in the morning, some sun in the after-noon. Imagine that! Then... back to normal with the regularly-scheduled March weather. - I'm still trying to figure where to go with the phone today... at some point in time. - Not going to bother re-starting the wood-stove in this case. Save wood. No need with the “warmer” weather anyway. - Have to dress and get the kitchen floor done and then?... What-ever will be, will be. - 9.47 Back walk cleared, truck moved, kitchen floor mopped, second coffee ready and me? Ready to go back to bed! Well... not really. I'm just having a bit of an “episodic” sort of morning and lying-down just doesn't seem like a good idea. Anyway... as much as I intend to do here is done. Now, to figure what to do ... for ... ME and this phone bull-shit. At least the temp is up just high enough to keep the snow melting a bit. Very nice, indeed. - 21.18 and here I am, in the hole, alone with Mimou... the stove is going and I've no idea where in Fux name Hallie and her what-have-you are. - I left here at just about 14.00, drove into Ensoburgh, parked at the Rite Aid and tried to connect the “Mint” phone... WELL! NO FUCKING SERVICE!!! IMAGI-FUCKING-THAT! I told HLS I'd be going into St.A. Walmarde (another story of her fucking BULL-SHIT today...) so I really had little choice. Besides, I thought for SURE there'd be SOME kind of service THERE! So... into St.A. I drove. Got to Walmarde... tried the fucking phone... NO FUCKING SERVICE!!! INTO WALMARDE... Got snax for Mimou and Hallie and printer paper for HLS and... strolled out... COMPLETELY FORGETTING THAT SHE HAD A “PICK-UP” OF INK! (And that's the other saga of bull-shit to follow.) Drove into St.A. and across Lake Street to the lake thinking there'd be service on the lake. NOPE! So... I followed the road to the right all up along St.A.Bay (a beautiful drive, really, with VERY nice homes long the shore-line there) and suddenly... I was at the “T” in SWANTON! SO... I decided to head to the lake bridges to see if there was service there! Rolling along in silence, banging into and out of the bloody-fucking pot-holes that are the “roads” of this shit-hole state... NO FUCKING SERVICE ON THE ALBURG BRIDGES... (I took a few photos of the sun-set though) SO? SO! OFF TO... *NEW YORK*!!! HAH! NO BLOODY SERVICE IN ROUSES POINT! NO BLOODY SERVICE IN CHAMPLAIN... BOTH OF WHICH ARE SOLID ON THE “MintMobile Coverage” map! Yep! I've been FUCKED! Pissed and having to piss, and a bit tired and quite hungry, I stopped at “Price Chopper” Champlain. (How nice that I know where that store is... eh?) IMAGINE THIS! TWO PACKAGES OF... “BUDDIG” TURKEY!!! (I HAVEN'T HAD THAT SINCE THE SHELTER DAYS AND WALDBAUMS AND THE 116th STREET PARK IN ROCKAWAY!!!) A BAG OF “Brioche” BUNS, 4 apple TUNROVERS, a bottle of Dunkin Donuts Mocha Coffee... 13,55$ I had 2 rolls with the turkey in the truck in the parking lot, 3 turnovers on the drive back. - Driving into Alburg I suddenly remembered... I DIDN'T FETCH THE FUCKING INK AT WALMARDE!!!! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! SO... in Swnaton, onto the 89 South-ward to At.A. A-FUCKING-GAIN! GOT THERE JUST IN TIME... “PICK-UP” CLOSES AT 20.00! Nice chat with the gal at the counter and... BACK into the truck and ... and ... AND... I WALKED INTO THE ROOM AT... 20.54!!!! JUST A-FUCKING-BOUT *SEVEN FUCKING HOURS* AND OVER A QUARTER TANK OF FUCKING GAS BECAUSE OF THIS BULL-SHIT! INDEED... I'M FUCKING PISSED AT THIS POINT. Thankfully, the Attorney General's office has taken my complaint, as has the “Consumer Protection” who recommended that I report to the FCC. And this point and juncture? DAMN RIGHT I WILL! THERE'S NO FUCKING COVERAGE UP HERE, CONTRARY TO “MintMobile” site and claims! I'VE BEEN BILKED! I'M OUT FOR JOBS NOW! - Speaking of “bilked”... Ms. MORON hits it again today! HOW THE FUCK SHE FINDS HER WAY TO AND FROM BTV WEEKLY IS ANYBODY'S GUESS. HOW SHE FINDS HERE WAY TO AND FROM THE FUCKING LOO IS A MIRACLE IN ITSELF! INK... (21.35... it's just walking in!) Last evening she sends a text asking if her ink had arrived. “No. Send a 'reply' to the 'Order Confirmation' e-mail asking for status.” says I. “Did you get an e-mail saying it shipped?” asks I. “No.” replies she. Fine... TODAY, she's ALL up-set because she needs her tax forms printed AND she comes in with ONE ink cartridge... black. I try to teach her how to replace. Never mind about THAT venture. We get the cartridge in and... IT'S THE BLOODY COLOUR CARTRIDGE! FINE! I get her onto Walmarde.com where she orders, for pick-up, the aforementioned ink and THEN I take it upon my-self to peruse her e-mails and... LO AND BEHOLD! THERE'S THE BLOODY-FUCKING CONFIRMATION OF SHIPMENT!!! WITH TRACKING NUMBER!!! FUCKING IDIOT DOESN'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO NAVIGATE HER OWN FUKING E-MAILS! *CLICK* ON THE TRACKING NUMBER AND... THE FUCKING INK IS IN NASHUA EN ROUTE TO FUKLIN! TOO FUCKING BAD SISTER. YOU JUST BOUGHT MORE INK! - And THAT'S how MY day commenced with her arrival. Yeah, she got a few “Tabarnaks”, and some “Marde” and others. But I was toast by then... and THAT'S how the “day” ended before I took off on the road. - 22.33 Just had a chat with HLS about phones, ink, and the likes. She's off to bed. I'm off to check into ATT service. Hell, if I can get THAT to work on the other phone, Mint can shove it's lies and I'll pursue on the grounds of “false advertising”. The AG's office informed me in today's e-mail that Mint doesn't have FCC permission to sell service in VT! I DO believe I've got them on THAT! And I'll run them as deep into Hell on that point as I possibly can... and get a quick and temp OTHER service... since this phone is... allegedly... UNLOCKED! Lettuce sea. - I could use a shower after all that travel, and my tooth needs a filling, but I'm toying with a v-ton (I know... I shouldn't, but) - We shall see what comes of it all. - 24.39 I'll keep this on today because... AT&T SIM CARD AND MONTHLY PLAN ORDERED! REALLY NICE “CHAT” GUY NAMED “STEVE” (AND I SUSPECT IT WAS LIVE) GAVE MUCH INFO. MEAN-WHILE, THE CASE AGAINST “MINT” IS AT THE AG AND CONSUMER COMPLAINTS... On Friday... I'll back it up with FCC. I'm tired right now, and have to balance the books!

Sat.15.Mar: 0.41
* 1986... then 2007 Millbrook Ridge, Vassar Hospital... 1986 was supposed to be a turning point... a better life... a “LIFE”! 2007? That was supposed to be “PEACE”! Well? A LOT has happened since... some “good”, some “questionable”. And today? Oh just fuck it! Really. It is what it is and that's all. But at lease I'm not on a Hudson River line train heading from Riverdale to Beacon, to a bus across the Hudson to Newburgh to catch another bus to Gardiner and then to walk to the Shongum... I can still see that slice of red sky, over the Catskills, still feel the cold that night, hear my whine into the phone, see the flash-lights of the “rescuers” and how they marvelled “You're the first person who ever managed to give us your exact location!” I also remember the day when I was supposed to be “discharged”... and that freak stood there in front of me and the “Psychologist” and said “I don't know if I want to take the responsibility...” Fuck... and people tell me I'm miserable and cold. Yeah? Yeah. With damned-bloody-fucking great cause! See? All these years later: some wounds are still open, raw, bleeding, festering, decaying. Too fucking bad. They're deep... and they'll NEVER even turn to “scars”.
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2.52 and still up and on-line. Filled that bottom tooth, so no v-tons. Now... let's see if I can take a nap. I want to get to Bedford later... smokes, vitamins (Sutton?) and such. - Balanced the accounts and included next month's “Skype” annual charge. Still, 518US (OH WOW! JUST REALISED THAT NUMBER!) ahead at present, with 500CAD. “Shopping” shouldn't “hurt” all that much. The fatigue probably will though. - Well... here's to trying. - 10.03 and sweet Jeezus, I've had to put up with her already. - Looked at the clock at 9.45, after “dozing” past the 8.00 alarm and suddenly realised that I HAD to get up because I have “things” I need to do today... on this rather warm and wet (but not raining yet) day. * GOODNESS ME: IT'S NOT MUCH DIFFERENT FROM THE WEATHER IN 2007, AS I RECALL. * Mimou came to the door to call for me as I was dressing and so... here we are, here I am... and she's just hobbling back from the P.O. where, Lisa doesn't have to have the mail boxed yet, but... that's none of my business. And I hear the clinking of empty bottles and kalumping of feet. None of my business neither. What-ever. - My tooth still aches a bit, even though I stuffed some filling into it before bed last night, has a couple glasses of plain water and ... oh, did I say “last night”? This morning. Well, I got almost 6 hours of nap. I WAS awake at about 5, then again at about 7. And here I am... here I am indeed. - Time to put some more music on the iPod, perhaps to have a listen on the road, should I get there today, and then deal with what-ever will be... will be. - If I knew where to go, I might have headed to the mountains... of NY. It would be “appropriate”. - Oh, and before I forget... she's not leaving on the 22nd THIS month... it's NEXT month! Well fuck me now and lave me till later. - 23.03 SO... the day went... I got HLS to put the new ink cartridge into her damned printer by her-self. The 5 or 6 copies of her tax form printed and I came back to the room... to load music onto the iPod just to have it to listen to as I ran my errands. - By about 15.00 I was out the door, in the truck and on the road to Sutton. Border crossing was quick, though a little “too” inquisitive. Thankfully, no “searches” at Richford. The roads? A MESS! Especially in Sutton! Never fails... Spring comes, the thaw and the road disintegrates! But, I made it. First stop, the dép at “Couche-Tard where... the CARTON of “Players”... 83,13!!! 24,90 LESS than Bedford! I wonder if it will last at this price, but meanwhile... WOW!!! So, tickled and thrilled, I headed across to Brunet. As I walked in the door, there was a display of “Bleu Lavande”. I STILL don't know what hit me but... yes, I got a bottle of “room scent” for HLS at 12,38 and a little “sample zip case” of shampoo, a roll-on and some other little item... 20,00. SO SWEET of me! (So BLOODY-FUCKING STUPID of me. But... a gift, none-the-less. When I gave it to her, she asked “Is this for me?” and when I said “”Yes.” she said “I can take it with me to Florida.” What-ever.) For ME... Biotine at double the dose I have now, more vit.K and a bottle of some different shampoo for “thicker, fuller” hair... Biotin and collagen, 8,99. I spent more on HLS than I did on me. But it gave me a bag of something to “cover” the smokes so... I was going to head to IGA but decided to go to Hannaford's instead, put the week-end food on the FS card, save the cash. I filled the wind-shield fluid with one of the containers I'd bought the last time I was there, in the parking lot, and headed back to... the border! Again, the road was a MESS! - At the border, quick questions and I was off again, through Richford. The 105, JUST REPAIRED this past Autumn? FUCKED! Honestly, these shit-bags don't know fuck-all about roads OR the do it intentionally to keep their miserable income - Hannaford's and... Perdue chicken patties (4 for almost 4,00), 2 containers of Fage (small containers this time), 2 tins of “Tropical” fruits, 4 “Pudding cups”... OUT and off to gas at Mobil which is UP to 2,59 regular. I paid something like 2,89 for 27,50 total to fill. The last “expendable” 100 is now 70. Oh well. - Rolled along, listening to the iPod and the “new” stuff that I'd just thrown on before leaving (and needs working... volume, replacing, &c.), up the State Park rd., around the lake and back. Believe it or not, I rolled in at about 19.00! Not a bad day... and a delight to get away. Not to mention... 12 packs of smokes now! I'm pleased with that! AND... more vitamins. Very nice. - Rolling into the drive via the Highgate St., I made RUTS in the yard because of trying to go around Dmiballs AND because the ground is thawing and SO SOFT! (NOTE: EN route TO Richford, on the Richford rd, an “Houle” came by... FUCKING SHIT! When I got out of the truck at 5199, THE FUCKING AIR WAS THICK WITH THE STENCH! THEY'RE SPRAYING! THE GROUND IS STILL FROZEN AND THEY'RE SPRAYING SHIT! There's snow in tomorrow morning's forecast which will help squelch the stench... but rain is in there too... which will just wash the shit away. As I told HLS: They're fucking retarded and infatuated with SHIT! I USED to respect farmers... That's all gone now.) - Well so... I got to the room, had 2 patties on a roll, a yoghurt, a tin of fruit. - At about 19.30, SHE took Hallie out for evening walk and locked poor Mimou in the loo! AH... BUT... MIMOU MANAGED TO GET HIMSELF OUT! Came to my door, and got his nightly “snuggles”. When she came back from the walk, she saw him out and about, thinking I'd let him out. I told her that HE figured how to get out, that he's NOT as stupid as most people in this state and that locking him isn't necessary. Anyway... - I've eaten for the day. (Still pondering a v-ton. And that tooth feels better now that it's filled.) That's important. I've also had 2 pudding cups. (If I “need” more to eat... peanut-butter on roll.) - MEANWHILE... NOTICE... the new SIM should arrive on MONDAY “by 4:30pm”. IF I have enough time to get there, I'm bringing the phone and such to the ATT store for guidance and help. I WANT THIS TO WORK! Even if just to fuck-over “Minds” and get the G's account running and accumulating “tokens”. Spite? Yes. But... - So here we are, I'm in jammies, almost ready to get under the covers. Perhaps a bit more soc.med. and then... done with the day! Tomorrow? I don't really much care to be honest. I've got enough “music” work to keep occupied... and food for “meal” in the evening.

Sat.16.Mar: 0.35 The 15th is done! My “BIRTH”day is passed. It was quite OK, all told. - I slit my right index finger, under the nail, on a bit of paper today. Typing is difficult. Soc.med. is annoying. Jew-hatred! Quite interesting. Abrasive. I've no tolerance for the stupidity. - The “day” is done. Off to bed. - 9.43 and it was up and out of the bed (reluctantly) at 9.30... though I was up at 7, then 8.00 anyway. I laid in the bed for that while, comfortable and content, pondering Monday, the phone(s) and all sorts of thoughts that were lovely. And now? Dressed, in from morning smoke. 1° and little flocons in the breeze, under the normal, grey skies. Saturday has commenced. Tah-fucking-dah. OK. To the morning check of “news” then.... ? Until this day too, has passed. It's called... I believe... “life”. - Oddly though, as I stood up this morning I thought “You should be dead.” Remembering 2007. - 23.57 I KEPT BUSY IN THIS ROOM *ALL* DAY! (With minor, brief exceptions.) MUSIC! Got the “art-work” done for all the new tunes. Got the tunes' volume adjusted where needed. And now, I have to let the iPod “settle” because I can't seem to wipe-out the ones I'd put on to replace them with the “good” ones. Oh well. - Mr. Dimball's “girl-friend” is visiting tonight and blocked the drive. Even HLS noticed! We chatted about it. She offered to move her truck. I told her I wasn't going any-where tonight (really). We discussed, though, that if either of us needed an ambulance, the drive is blocked. She said she'd mention it when next she speaks with “him”. Fine. I told her that if we needed the drive, I'll just sit in my truck and blow the horn until all of Franklin wakes up. THAT should “drive the point of consideration home”. I called it “New York Style”. True, that. - Anyway, I'm having a v-ton. My upper left tooth seems “inflamed” tonight. I COULD put tooth-drops on... might, before going to bed... might not until morning. I'm have a v-ton... and might have 2. - Right now... a bit of soc.med. and... off to bed. The day... is... done. - Oh.. I finished my chicken and such for today's “meal”. One tin of “fruits” left. Tomorrow? Hmmm... will have to ponder... tomorrow. HLS goes to Jesus tomorrow. We shall see.

Sun.17.Mar: 3.11 and the music is on the iPod... and the iPod is PACKED TO CAPCITY! Time to MOVE some stuff away! And I NEED to get a NAP... and a NAP is all I'm about to get. - 10.51 Thankfully, the “mourning routine” is done... and now I see why I slept until 10.03! I didn't get into bed until after 3.00 this morning. I'd forgotten about that. 7 hours of sleep....ish. Anyway, bottles rinsed, clench-guard rinsed, loo-break, dressed and the crisp and semi-cloudy day commences... almost in time to close it. Oh well. There we have it. And all's at calm, as HLS is communing in the town with Jesus. Meanwhile, almost ALL of those branches I'd cut are gone. There's a fire in the stove this morning. Well of course there is. She didn't cut or haul the wood. “Princess” merely burns it away. (Ah, but at about 1.00 this morning, I took all of my “burnable” refuse and stuffed it into the stove. Fine with that there.) - As for the remainder of this day? I don't really know, can't really say. There's more music to be dealt with, cleaning the iPod and such. At least, all the music is on the iPod. I just have to check it for volume and sort it out, add some cover art and... what-ever. Other than that... I'd like, very much, to go back to bed and ignore the world. But we can't so... KADIMA! (Or not.) - 18.25 and a block of Ramen with creamer... “nourishment” for the day. Meanwhile, HLS is out... St.A.... some “Irish” do at the bar of the folks in the red house. I was “invited”... late this morning. Declined, of course. I mean... REALLY? Put up with the shit in this area? Not to mention... last minute? Fuck YOU! - THEN, OF COURSE, WE HAD TO HAVE CONFLICT AND BULL-SHIT! SHE ASKED ME FOR THE INFO TO CONTACT FOX NEWS. I SENT IT VIA E-MAIL. THE PHONE NUMBER IS APPARENLTY WRONG, SO I SUGGESTED SENDING THEM A MEMO VIA THE SITE... LINK WAS THE LAST ITEM ON THE LIST. SHE COULDN'T GET IT!!! I STOOD THERE... AGAIN... AS USUAL... TRYING TO EXPLAIN TO HER AS SHE WANDERED ALL OVER THE FUCKING LAP-TOP SCREEN! I LOST IT! THE *ONLY* WAY TO GET THROUGH TO HER IS TO FUCKING CURSE... IN FRENCH! OH! HOW SHE PLAYED “HOLY MOTHER” PRAYING TO NEGATE MY CURSING! I TOLD HER AGAIN: WE TRY TO HELP YOU, YOU SHIT ON US UNTIL WE LOSE IT AND THEN YOU TALK FUCKING SHIT ABOUT US! LIKE WHEN YOUR KIDS WANTED YOU OUT OF THE HOUSE AND IN A HOME... I CAME. LEARN FROM MY MISTAKES! FUCK! SHE'S IMPOSSIBLE! - I've RE-posted my advert on Cragislist. Move, 1 May. OH PLEASE! - Meanwhile... I've gotten all the music onto the iPod and the cover-art... AT LAST! Now? To get to the Main List, names and such. It's going to be an evening. And she probably won't roll in until quite late. Never mind. - I could have taken a shower at some point... I still might. - 19.28 All's calm and suddenly I hear “thumping” in the kitchen. I go to look... and there she is. She'd gone, eaten, had dinner and a beer and there was nobody she knew there, the entertainment stopped at 18.15 so she ate and came back. Oh well... Good thing I didn't decide to shower. - 22.34 I HAVE GOT TO TAKE A BREAK! Been working on the music-to-video name changes ALL day! I'm almost done. 70 more files to sort through, but... And all the while, listening to the new music on the iPod, and there are STILL replacements needed, volumes to be increased, and other little adjustments. Oh... there's tomorrow... there's the rest of the week. Right now? I'm going to have a v-ton. Fukkit! - Watched a bit of “Blaze” TV tonight with HLS. (Looks like I got her away from Fox!) Chad Prather was on! WOW! VERY NICE to see. And it was peaceful... odd. - All are tucked-away at present. The day is done. - 23.51 and running later again. But I've established an “account” or “profile” with FedEx and left message to deliver to the back porch. I hope it's noted. - AND, JUS TIN FROM A SMOKE AND YES! I IDed THE TRACKS IN THE SNOW, SPOT-ON! COON! YUGE! MONSTEROUS! IT TODDLED OFF ACROSS THE YARD AND BACK TOWARD THE GARDEN! MUST REMEMBER TO KEEP MINOU IN THE HOUSE AFTER DARK FROM NOW ON! MUST TELL HLS AS WELL. (FUCKING MORON... SHE'S SO DAMNED MUCH SMARTER THAN EVERYBODY ELSE... ESPECIALLY ME...)

Mon.18.Mar: 1.56 TOO TOO LATE but.... interesting time on soc.med. and catching-up with “news”. Time for last smoke. - The ATT store doesn't open til 10... closes at 19.00. Should give me time to get there. I want witnesses when I start this phone up. (And I expect to be told I need to buy one from them... I just expect it. They'll get a full story if they try.) - Anyway... 2 light v-tons on almost nothing to eat all day. Not feeling any of the “v” at the moment. Hopefully it'll be just enough to help with SLEEP!) - Off to the smoke, a mug of water and... hopefully, some NAP-TIME! - 10.00 and I've been up and about from since 8.31... reluctantly. I really had little choice... the SPASMS IN THE FEET! this morning. - Anyway... got to the soc.med. and such and just back from a “chat” with HLS about the coon this morning. Of course, the “blah” response when I said it'd come down the stairs. “You suppose it's because there's food up there?” Duh. “I'll have to send him a text.” Yeah. Good. Not my monkey. Not my circus. I've “reported”. Done. - Meanwhile, feeling a bit “episodic” again, this morning. “Light” in the body. But then again... need the loo. She's just gone in. No emergency. Besides, I've 70 more music files to work on this morning. Tah-dah. - Sun is shining. I looked out front. The porch is “accessible” though there's solid ice from the packed-snow. Nothing I can shovel. So? So... And the “tracking” still indicates “delivery by 4:30pm”. We shall see. We shall... indeed. I just can't care much. - 13.45 ATT HAS ARRIVED!!! They left it between the front doors. No prob. I'm off to St.A... I HOPE... may the truck be well. - The music is DONE... and now I have to “edit” the Hebrew on the iPod... (when I get back). - Sunny day... here we go! - 17.30 PHONE! AT&T. ACTUAL NUMBER. 518 BUT NOT 56anything. AND, SADLY, NOT THE NUMBER I'D CHOSEN! BUT... G's SOC.SEC. IS NOW ACCUMULATING “TOKENS”! LEGIT! COST ME A BIT MORE, BUT THE PHONE WAS HALF-PRICE, THE MONTHLY I'D PAID IS CREDITED TO NEXT MONTH'S BILL EXCEPT 5$. SO, I'VE GOT IT FOR AT LEAST 2 MONTHS NOW. AND YES... IT DOES WORK IN THE HOUSE! I JUST TRIED IT! - I LEFT AT ABOUT 14.00, WENT DIRECTLY TO AT&T, A FELLOW NAMED “NATE” HELPED. WE LEARNED THAT THE “MINT” PHONE IS *** NOT *** UN-LOCKED SO I HAD TO BUY ANOTHER FUCKING PHONE! BUT... HE SET IT ALL UP AND HERE WE ARE! I'M NOT HAPPY ABOUT HAVING ANOTHER BILL TO PAY, BUT... IT SERVED THE MAIN PURPOSE: LEGETIMISE THE G's ACCOUNT ON “MINDS”. YAY. Meanwhile, 18.39 and this is to be “choppy” because I'm doing stuff all over the place (like balancing an account where I see MintMobile has cost me 117USD EXTRA! YES, I”M LIVID). - AND... I STEP OUT OF THE ROOM ABOUT 20 MINUTES AGO TO FIND HLS ENSCONCED ON THE RECLINER! SHE'S TAKEN THE NIGHT OFF! HOW WONDERFUL! (I've got FOOD that I'd hoped to COOK tonight. FUCK THE FUCK ME! Thankfully, I didn't get ice cream! The groceries are on the porch... yoghurt, chicken patties, fruits and V8.) BUT.. the phone works. - 19.48 One left-over roll with mayo, one fresh roll with mayo and a chicken patty. A glass of V8. And I had a yoghurt before. Today's “nourishment”. - Meanwhile... Hallie'd been in the hall out-side my door and... PEE'ED on the floor. (But she'd been out before, not long ago. There's something terribly wrong there. AND... *I* got to clean it up. How charming! And I do believe I got urine on the old slippers which leak so my socks got it too. So? I'll be showering before bed tonight... to be sure. - Still working on setting the new phone (which is aggravating me to no end... because of the cost). - But... I've eaten something. I suppose that's important. (The cooler is on the porch... cooling. I'll put my food in later.) - Time to get on with some shit... to fill the time. The new phone is charging (it was down to 39%. I'd never thought of charging it... silly me... my brains are fried of late.) And HLS is back in from taking Ms. Hallie for a stroll. Charming Monday-fucking-night. At least she'll be out of here by 8.30 tomorrow... so she says.

Tue.19.Mar: 0.46 and so I've had my vinegar instead of a v-ton. Tin of fruits with vitamins. Brought the little cooler in from the porch, food is in it now. No soc.med. because Minds is all fucked-up again... can't read comments/notifications. Of course not... the “wallet” is set-up! BUT there's almost 300 “tokens” on account... 275-plus I believe. I'll just keep accruing, since they appear to be so “valuable” (though worth nothing in the “real world”). If I could find a way to “lock” them... at this juncture, I would. - Anyway, working on how to get a better telephone number. I want a “56-something” but they don't seem to be available. I could take my “50729” but I prefer my “40517” but I don't want to ever lose that one and at 39/yr? I'll leave it where it is, see if I can't get another number (Skype, GglVc, &c.) similar to it and then “port” it to a carrier. Anyway... something “light” to ponder. - Had last smoke. Not really tired. Can't think of why not. No nap today. - But come the morning, I can look forward some peace in the place if I sleep-in long enough (or stay in the room). - Anyway... here's a phone beside me that actually WORKS... in so many ways... in the 518. I am happy with that and will have it for at least 2 months. (I'm not really fond of the phone itself... “Power” button on the back but... today, it served its purpose.) - Time for a nap. - 8.10 and at 7.55 I got up and out of the bed. Why? Partially because of the SPASMS, which I had thrice during the night. The other “partially” is simply “because”. Just in from smoke on a clear and chilly morn. And now I sit, waiting... for the loo, actually. Hopefully, the body will hold until 8.30. HLS is in there, and about the place, prepping to depart. Ah... maybe one day I'll be able to get up and do what needs to be done as it needs to be done. One day. - Today's agenda has some items on it. Finish the work on the iPod music (replacing the Hebrew music), contacting MintMobile to get my money back, Dept. of Ed. is still sending notices for the 5$ I send to the agency, and all the while, pondering the telephone biz. A shower is in there as well, especially today because I notice a “fragrance”about me this morning... not pleasant. We shall see.. when the day is done. - Anyway...on to what ever I can do in the meanwhile. - 18.34 AND... the recycling went out, the hole is Hoovered, jammies, bath and bed lines are washed, dried and where they should be. The kitchen got wiped, the floor got mopped. And all with-in mere hours! And I'd sent a message to HLS this morning asking if she was coming back before she went to work... and at 16.30 she finally replied “No sorry... &c.” WELL! FUCK ME! Right? And to think, I was awake when she'd left this morning... again, with-out a word. Just goes to show... I'm not worth the consideration. - OH BUT... I ALSO GOT MY “Dpt. ED” BULL-SHIT SORTED-OUT AT ABOUT NOON! SEEMS PAYMENTS WERE ALL SCATTERED ABOUT, NOTHING WAS BEING CREDITED PROPERLY. THREE DIFFERENT BALANCES. ALL OF MY PAYMENTS WERE BEING RECORDED AGAINST ALL SORTS OF BALANCES. TODAY? ACCORDING TO “PETER”... IT'S BEEN CLEANED-UP AND APRIL'S SOC.SEC. SHOULD BE ONLY $5 LESS THAN THE TOTAL!!! I'M OUT OF DEFAULT, WILL REMAIN ON THE 5$/MO. THROUGH JULY AND THEN RE-FI! BUT I'LL TAKE THAT! - AND I'M GETTTING E-MAILS FROM “MINT” THAT LOOK AS THOUGH I'LL BE GETTING MY REFUND AS WELL! I HAVE TO SEND THEM COPIED OF A COUPLE OF E-MAILS THIS EVENING (GETTING ON THAT AS SOON AS I'M DONE HERE). SO!!! PROGRESS AND “ACCOMPLISHMENTS”. WHAT I'VE DONE TODAY TO MAKE ME FEEL PROUD! - Meanwhile, I've had 2 chicken patties, heated, on rolls, a glass of V8, a dish of ice cream. The dishes are done. I've had a 20-minute “snooze” and the day is winding-down. This place was a fucking MESS... of course, she was in it for 4-5 days. It's going to be a worse fucking mess when she gets back because she's “planting”. But... here we go. And I'm almost wiped-out of energy. I'd like to shower and go to bed but, there's the 8pm “out” for Ms. Hallie, snax and such. But that's not bad at all. - OH! I also cut a broken limb from one of the lilacs (that had been a pain in the arse to mow around... it was bent to the ground and frozen into the ice so I just took the saw to it). And trimmed the “bramble” and the “trees” at the St.T. flower bed. So I got “things” done. Post is in too. Imagine? I can get SO MUCH done in a day... and that old thing can't do as much in 6 months. - Moving along... to the REFUND! - 24.05 SHOWERED AT LAST! Got caught in the iPod, moving and changing and translating the Hebrew and... LOST THE FUCKING IMAGES in all the transferring AND duplicated music! I don't know how but... - Point is... CLOTHES IN THE WASH AND ME OUT OF THE SHOWER... AT LAST, AT LAST, AT LONG, LONG LAST!

Wed.20.Mar: 2.34 and time to get under the covers. Mr. G's at the Minds... distractions. - 9.51 RELUCTANTLY up and out of bed at 9.25 feeling like letting the day pass by (3 is 2 too many), but... breakfast served, coffee had, little ones out and in, litter box replaced, garbage to curb (with the many massive bags from up-stairs... again this week... that 2 weeks and WOW can that thing create garbage!). Thankfully, just missed Ms. Pammie at the P.O., chitting and chatting there as I made my way back in. AND? That's that. Half an hour and I've done more than “some”body would do in half a week. Done. - And yes, feelin' like I don't belong... in the land of the awake and living. - Sunny again this morn. It's supposed to be rather “comfy”. I'd thought about taking the truck for another quick wash, as it were. I might. I might not. What-ever will be... we'll see. - I could go back to bed too... but I won't. - Anyway... for now... it's ON WITH THE DAY! - 22.15 AND... out of the shower, quick wash of the under-things and bath linens. The hole is fine. Quick mop of kitchen floor in the morn. Done. She won't be back until after noon some time. So no rush for much of anything. - As for the day today? Pfffttt! Mostly more shit on the Hebrew music. Of course, I half-expected bull-shit with the iPod because it doesn't like Hebrew/English. Nor do American lap-tops for that matter. But, it's rolling along. I had to get more covers, merge the old with the new, re-name and correct some. But... I do must say that when the Hebrew music is on... the next fiasco will be to merge the lap-top to the SeaGate. MORE duplicates to be eliminated or what-ever. Wow! The music! 1620-something at this point. Imagine? I'm up to where I used to be in CDs! Oh, to have all of THAT music back again. But what for? I won't actually (literally) live long enough to listen to it all. But the strange bit? All that music fits in my shirt pocket! It used to take SHELVES! These “moderin” technologies. I tell ya. - “Meal”? ONE chicken patty on a roll. (Discovery: Hellmans mayo is MOSTLY SOY-bean oil! I dumped the rest of it down the drain... saved the little jar.) One roll with butter. (On roll left.) The rest of the V8 and the rest of the ice cream. OH! And as for the ice cream container? Burned. Doused with lighter fluid and POUF! Gone. No evidence. Yay me. - Snoozed for almost an hour after too. - This evening, round about 19.30, took Hallie and Mimou out for a stroll. Back in, they had snax and I worked a bit more on the music until shower. - Now, 22.24, washer is on spin. I just MIGHT make it to bed by mid-night! (I've no snax of my own, save some crisps... which would go well with a v-ton, which I am NOT having tonight so... Water, water, and more water. Flush flush flush. Just because.)

Thu.21.Mar: 0.17 Well... didn't make it to bed before mid-night but... It's “last smoke” time, vinegar/water and COVERS! And I put the thermostat back down to 65F before showering, the temp out-side is currently -1° and this damned hole is COLD AGAIN! WHAT A FUCKING BIT OF BULL-SHIT! - Oh well... being under the blankets will “solve” that. - 8.50 and there we have it... about 8 hours of broken sleep. After a night of 2 “pinkle breaks”, I was up just before the 7.00 alarm, but stayed in bed. Heard the 8.00 alarm and stayed in bed. Got up and out of bed at 8.30. And now... “morning routine” is complete. No v-tons. It makes falling asleep a bit longer, but the morning is a bit better, though this morning, for some reason, the body feels a bit on the “crushed” side. Still... I'm up, I'm moving, I'm about. Floor-mopping, and that's that. I could Hoover, but I don't want to. - It's not so cold this grey morn. Rain in the forecast though. We shall see. I suppose I should get to the floor and have done with it. Any moment. No rush. HLS will be at Costco this morn. - 11.32 Floor mopped. Truck moved (farther away from the drive... else it would “accidentally” be “tapped”... fucking idiots). Post in. Day is done. Now... on to what I want to do. - Still over-cast, chilly but not cold. There's “lawn-work” to be done... gathering the limbs and such... tomorrow. We've got a couple of days above freezing. Let more snow melt. No rush. - 12.37 JUST as I stepped in from a smoke... message: Won't be back until 18.00. NOW... there's time to “do” but I can't think of what. Turns the day around, to be sure. But I'm working on the music (imagine that) in the mean-while. Hungry... but don't want to go out to get anything to eat... yet. We'll see. I SHOULD get something. But... - 15.50 FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MORE YEARS THAN I CAN RECALL... THE iPOD IS COMPLETE!!! THE COUNTS ON THE “LIBRARY AND MUSIC” MATCH! 1600 EVEN! IT'S TAKEN MONTHS! BUT IT'S COMPLETE! Now... I just have to “clean up” some of the entries, with “Artist” and “Album”. BUT THAT'S FINE! THEY'RE EVEN... TO THE NUMBER! - 15.54 *NOPE* 1597 ON “PURCHASED”... SO THERE ARE DUPLICATES IN THE “LIBRARY”. OH WELL... BETTER TO HAVE 3 UP ON THE “LIBRARY”... A little more work to be done... But I'll have the next few days of HLS being here to work that. NO PROB! - Meanwhile... MORE e-mail from the VT AG's office. They've sent word to Mint to REFUND MY MONEY! I'M ACTUALLY GETTING HELP! (They wouldn't “expunge” the “embezzlement”, years ago.) There's a bit of “hope” for the day. - Also... calc'ed the cost of sending the truck's gauge cluster to AZ for “$100” repair? With shipping to and from and the cost of the repairs... it'll cost me about as much as it will to simply take the truck in to Champlain Chevy and have them replace it. So? There's 345$ for that... another 300-plus for the wind-shield. There goes 600$ quickly. Now to choose which comes first. (I believe it'll be the wind-shield.) Oh well. (Let's see what I get from Soc.Sec. next Wednesday... Of course THAT sum is already being eaten by the Skype telephone number. Thankfully ATT will be only 5$. THANKFULLY ALL THE DOMAINS ARE PAID UNTIL NEXT YEAR!) - I think I'll go to the store for a sammich for tonight's “meal”. AND... I HAVE TO GET SOMETHING FOR Ms. HALLIE'S DINNER... AGAIN! Yeah... I'm here for the *** “FREE RIDE” ***. I SO NEED TO GET THE FUCK OUT OF THIS PLACE! - 21.06 HLS rolled in at ajust before 18.00 JUST AS I WAS WAKING FROM A 20-MINUTE NAP! WOAH! THE TIMING! Whining about her taxes and the 2k she owes. Yeah... all of a sudden, “Trump's no good.” Fuckin' flake, that one. Anyway... things got the typical “hot” and then cooled and I came back to “YOUR ROOM”, as it were. - Meanwhile ... news about the iPod? 1590 on the “Purchased” 1591 in the “Library”! WTF? I've just gone through for dups and such. Next... compare to the lists I'd “printed”. This is dragging on worse than a “Bob Mueller Investiagtion”... and I'm tired now. - Had my sammich, turkey, provolone, black olives, mayo. Devil Dogs for dessert. Ms. Hallie had “Dinty Moore Stew” (HLS brought 3 cases of food... but Hallie had dinner at 17.00... HLS is aware... not that she gives a shit). So I'm “set” for the night. - I'll be in bed soon though. Tired... bored. I'd like a drink. Might just, if early enough. And off... - Snow in tomorrow's forecast. Fuck, of course.

Fri.22.Mar: ***** 11.30 on the mark: FIRST ROBIN SPOTTED IN THE BACK YARD. ***** 0.53 Well... knocked that evening off on the soc.med. It's been raining, steadily, all through the night out there. Supposed to turn to snow by about 4.00 and be rather heavy. Of course... I can see the yard again! Anyway... ONE v-ton and now... off to last smoke and a vinegar and to bed. - For some reason, this lap-top won't hold settings... like this Journal where, when I close it and re-open, it loses the “language” function. Whilst working with “iTunes” it started to change the language of the key-board. Fucking things... Anyway... it's time to wrap this all up. There's more “music-related” work to do later in the day. I've no place I need to go to (except, maybe, for “food” but we'll see about that.) - Hallie has a “Doctor” appointment in the morning. Mimou will be going in August again. So... I'll have a few moments of peace at some point. But for now... time to take a nap. - 9.47 and dressed and such but I didn't actually WAKE until 9.37!!! I mean... OK, it was only another 8-hour sleep with interruptions of spams (horrific... right leg) and 2 pee-breaks. Yes, I DO deserve to sleep-in after nights like that. But... after 9.00? ICK! - Oh but let me see if I can get this DREAM in here. I woke from it:
I'm in a car, a limo of sorts, rolling along with some older fellow whom I get along with but don't. Somebody of a “father-sort” but not. We got along quite well. And so, we're rolling along this “Westchcester Cty.-like” village road when we come to a 3-way split. I say to the old guy, “You're looking for Tailor Road?” and I happen to see a sign. There's a street that veers diagonally to the left, another does the same to the right and the one we're on continues straight ahead. I see something for “Tailor Rd.” to the left but then no... there's a sign on a power-line for the “Tailor Road Cemetery”. “You're looking for the Tailor Road Cemetery, right?” I ask. Old guy says yes. “It's right there,” I say and point to the hill directly in front of us... with a tower-like stone, spiral stair case that leads up to the top of a perfectly-manicured, grass-covered hill. The sign I'd seen read “Tailor Road Cemetery and stone stairs” with the arrow pointing straight ahead. - We get to the street and the bottom of the hill and get out of the car. The old guy HAS to get up to the cemetery for some reason. There's a sign at the entrance to the stairs, something about the only stone stair-way to be world renowned for the fact that it's permanently packed with bacon. And yes, as we get onto the first of the steps, the stench of old bacon grease is breath-taking. But, the old man starts climbing and so do I. And yes, indeed, the sides of the stairs are, in fact, packed with old bacon fat. (*I'd heard a song on Minds yesterday... from the 30s... called “Bacon Fat” something.*) As we climbed, the stairs narrowed and I was feeling uncomfortable. There was a small “look-out”, again, packed with bacon fat, but I noticed the stones “gave” a bit and it set me off climbing. “This isn't working for you, is it?” the old guy said. “No.” I said. “But there's another way up.” and I went back down to the street and walked round to the right, and around the base of the hill/park until I came to an area here I could simply walk up to the top of the hill. - As I walked along up and into and through the park I noticed these “sleds” or something of the sort, like very large snow-shoes attached to long poles, as if they were made to carry or drag people through the snow. There were all along the path-way I was walking. But there was no snow. It was beautiful, warm weather, clear, sunny. “Maybe they're from last year. Or maybe they're here for next year.” I thought, and kept walking. - The park was BEAUTIFUL! “Victorian”. Perfectly manicured. Little cabins, houses, gazebos, “pergolas” here and there. Rolling hills. And at one end, a place I recognised some-how (* I seem to recall having this same dream segment about this very place in some other dream a LONG while ago... or I might just believe I had... in this dream? *). This corner of the park was “Newburgh”. Beyond the park it was a bit of a slum. But in the park, all was delightfully perfect. The most unique aspect was the “spindle parks”... 3 or 5 little parklettes atop great, mahagony “spindeles” of sorts, that tapered in from the bottom, up straight, then tapered out-ward at the top, like “tables” perhaps. But at the top was lawn, little cottages, places for children to play, little rides on some, and such. I called to the old guy “Look at this! I've seen this place so many times before, from the other side of it, and never could figure how to get here, and now, look! Here it is and here I am!” The old guy didn't much care, he was too busy, lost in what-ever cause had brought him here. Still, I happened to notice that we were at the top of the hill land there was not “cemetery”... just the stone stairs... and a flag. But it was a beautiful day and the park was wonderful and ....
We were at a party, this gal and I... in a contemporary sort of one-storey office building, It was a “corporate” party, people meandering about, eating, chatting. I'd recently been fired from a position in the “Art” department but was attending because of the gal. I felt rather ill-at-ease attending but it was congenial and I'd just begun to get my own things together, to remove them from my work area. We roamed about, together and separate. There were a few note-books on the table where I'd worked, with sketches and doodles and notations on the pages. Donald Trump was there. I'd been employed by a company that he ran/owned. The talk amongst some of the employees was that I'd been re-hired, but nothing was said to me about it. At one of the tables of food, Trump came to me, very complimentary, smiling, he said “Of course you're re-hired. You do excellent work. Why wouldn't you be re-hired? You shouldn't have been fired in the first place. You do excellent work.” and, smiling, he went on to greeting the others. I was in disbelief, but exceedingly thrilled and honoured in a humble sort of fashion. - I understood that we were someplace in Dutchess county... Fishkill or something, (actually, in the region where Walmart-Fishkill is... out by the Taconic). Many were there from The City. They'd come to attend the party. It was getting later in the evening when I looked out the windows and noticed that it was snowing... and everything was heavily covered in so much SNOW! Some people, including Trump, had to get back to The City that evening but there was no way any traffic could get out in all the snow! I knew the area, and Trump came to me to ask if I knew of any way to get out in such weather. I said that yes, there were ways to navigate but that the snow appeared to be about 3-4ft deep, solid, all over, and that it was doubtful that anybody would be able to drive in it. I too, had to get back to The City, to The Bronx, that evening, because I had to be at someplace in the morning... work-related. Trump said that I didn't have to worry about that because I could work from there. But I was concerned that I was in casual clothes and didn't have a change, couldn't shower. He said that it wasn't anything to think about. “You're fine.” he said, reassuringly, with a grand smile. - I had to take a dog out. So I went out to the “parking lot” with the dog. It went roaming out into the road and I was concerned about any traffic coming by but the dog headed down the road in spite of my calling to him. Suddenly, from the left, another dog, MUCH larger, came running, viciously, into the road and across to attack the dog in my care! I was sick with worry because it was obvious that this other dog was, indeed, terribly vicious and so much larger that I feared it would kill the dog I was attending! A truck came along just as the other dog was crossing the road. It didn't hit the dog and I was both relieved and still worried about the dog in my charge. I heard the other dog let out a horrific, deep, loud growl as it went for “my” dog... and from this point... I woke.
Now... THERE'S a dream that deserves some thoughts. The name of the road. The stone stairs. Why “bacon”? The locations... Westchester and Dutchess counties. The “spindle parks”. Newburgh. Fishkill. Trump. The job. Fired. Re-hired. The snow... so much SNOW! The dog. If nothing else, this is fascinating... all the elements. I can make associations with some of it. The “fired” from a job I did well at. Trump is in the news and I was just talking with HLS about sending him a message about the Dept. of Ed and Soc.Sec. and the incompetence in both. So much “material”... but I really don't actually want to be bothered. I wonder: the bacon... did HLS cook breakfast and I smelled the bacon from the kitchen? What-ever. It wasn't all that disturbing and when it became potentially disturbing, I woke. So... there we have it. - 10.51 already! The morning is almost gone! I've had coffee. I'm dressed. I've had a smoke. It isn't all that cold out today. There's a mix of snow and rain falling. Obviously, some snow had fallen at some point but it's being melted by the rain. I just heard HLS head to the loo. Hallie has an appointment at the doctor at some point today. I don't know when. Not important, really. HLS has been on the phone all the while. I don't really care. But this 90 minutes has simply slipped right by. - Today's agenda? More music work... hopefully have done with it. Then, move on to the “images” files which will take as long as the music, if not worse. Why? Because they're all there and I'd like to get the shit off the lap-top. - Last night I turned the ATT phone off and this morning, just to see if it held the settings, turned it back on. Yep. Working fine. Silly, really. Nobody knows my number. Nobody knows I have the phone. So I really can't expect any calls. Still, it's rather nice to have a working phone for a change. Costly though. But it's paid through the month, next month is paid, save the $5. After that? $40/mo. Meanwhile, I've got service until mid-early May. Oh well... So much for that. - OH! There's dinner in Freligsburgh on SUNDAY! FUCK! I truly don't want to be bollocksed. But... it is what it is. Hopefully my teeth and such won't give any trouble. - I see that the new shampoo keeps what little hair I have in good order. But it does, the hair, appear to be thinning even worse. Oh well... never mind. - Time to get on with the what-evers du jour. It's almost 11.00 already. How nice... the day is almost shot to shit already. One of the nicer points of sleeping-in... the day goes by quicker. -
***** 11.30 on the mark: FIRST ROBIN SPOTTED IN THE BACK YARD. *****
Oddly... As I was having last smoke this morning, before bed, I stood, looking into the dark yard and thought: All we need now is the first robin of the year... LO! AND BEHOLD! THERE IT IS... as I stand having 2nd smoke of this morning. Imagine THAT! And today, for some reason, I'm actually GLAD to see it. Usually I hate it. I don't like Spring... but this year, I welcome it. - 14.18 iPOD BALANCED! TRULY! 1590 MUSIC LIBRARY AND PURCHASED! IDENTICAL! NOW!!! THIS IS AN ACCOMPLISHMENT BEYOND ALL! TIME TO “MERGE” (and, one day, perhaps, clean the back-ups... but I doubt that's going to be today). YEARS! DONE! - And, meanwhile, the snow/slush/rain continues to fall. It's miserably cold-damp out there. HLS is off to the Hallie doctor. I've managed to rinse/wash clench guard, pee bottle, refill a water bottle, got my shit together. (I still need a BM but that doesn't seem to be happening any time too soon... the body won't cooperate.) Having nuts and raisins as I type. Probably “meal” for the day. And Mimou is on his little bed here, in the room. - Oh... this morning she (HLS) says “Maybe when I get back I'll start a fire (in the wood-stove). We have a little bit of wood for the week-end. Not much.” Yeah? Tough shit stupid. You also have a tank full of heating oil. How about trying THAT for a while... at something above 65F? Moron. But I say nothing. No sense. No use. No bother. I have the radiator. Right now, it does no good, with the door open. But when she returns... Too fucking bad. I'll not sit in here cold... even though, at the moment, my foot hurts from the cold floor, my fingers are cold, I have the sherpa on. But... so much for another day “in the hole”. I'm just happy about the iPod! - 23.08 MUSIC AND COVERS AND VIDEOS ARE TRANSFERRED TO THE SEAGATE AT LONG, LOOOOOOONG LAST! CLEANED, CLEARED, COPIED, DONE, DELETED FROM THE LAP-TOP... DONE! IT'S TAKEN, LITERALLY ALL WINTER!!! BUT I'VE JUST CLOSED THE DRIVE AND THAT'S THAT! (Images are next and if music took all Winter, there's NO telling what Images will take, with respect to time.) IT'S BEEN A LONG, LONG TIME. BUT IT'S DONE! 1672 FILES! ALL THAT MUSIC. NO DUPLICATES! 1590 ON THE iPOD. 80 FILES ON THE BACK-UP THAT I DON'T NEED ON THE iPOD... AND ALL IS WELL AT LAST! I CAN PUT ONE DRIVE AWAY! (To think... 1672 music files that can be put in my shirt pocket, NOT on a shelf! Technology!) - AND... IT'S STILL BLOODY SNOWING OUT THERE! THE GROUND IS COMPLETELY COVERED AGAIN! There must be almost a FOOT of snow again! Oh well... fine. Just gives me more time for my foot to heal and to get other things done before heading out to the yard where one fence has to be tacked (the garden), another, on the road-side, has to be rolled-up and stored some-place. The posts for that have to be taken down and dug up. I'll leave this place looking SPIFFY! There's also felled limbs about that need to be picked up and sawed and such. The flower beds need repair, especially over at the phone shed where the drunks plowed it up. The lawn is going to be a TOTAL FUCK, with the sod ploughed, the fucking gravel and other debris... fucking moronic idiots, the lot. Oh well... with this snow... time... - Today's “nourishment”? ONE ROLL WITH BUTTER... some nuts and raisins, a Devil Dog. - Spoke with HLS briefly a couple of times during the day. When she came back with Hallie and reported a loss of 2lbs I mentioned the “table scraps” and other tid bits. She's so fucking pre-occupied with Hallie's weight and yet, keeps giving her all sorts of shit. She mentioned the “urinary” situation and the vet apparently blamed the sodium content of the snax. Oh yes? I pointed-out that I give them twice daily... no extras. HLS didn't like that fact at all. Come to say, she doesn't like “facts” at all, unless they fit her agenda. Fucking “Libtard”. Well... I just let it go. She'll do as she damned-well pleases. - Meanwhile, I'm going to have a v-ton tonight. Tomorrow is Shabbat and I don't give a shit about the rest of them. I'll have work to be done before I finally bust out of here so... FUKKIT! (Not to mention, I'm expected to be here from 22 April to 4 May... drive Ms. Crazy to and from airport.) - Time to move along... - 23.30 Well... 12 pages on the lap-top are all on the “ether” now. I'm going to “re-start” the lap-top for the first time in ages, now that all the music is done. Let's hope for... NO FUCKING CHANGES!

Sat.23.Mar: (JAKesslerDesign.com 1st yr. Anniversary!) 0.06 Just in from a smoke. Watched the snow fall from Dickless Copper's roof and heard that beautiful, soft, thud... There's something quite beautiful about the sight... and, particularly, the sound of heavy snow falling from a roof... it's the “Sound of the North”. - Having a v-ton now. And more or less as expected, there are “modifications” to the fucking lap-top. Jeezus Kriste! It never ends. How I miss the old days when nothing “happened” to computers with-out our permission. Technologies... what a fuck. - Well... a v-ton, soc.med. and off to bed. It's 24° in here now. Nice. - 2.22 and time to “log-me-off”. 2 v-tons and now for last smoke. I've had enough of this shit of a day. Later? IMAGES! The new “occupy your time and stay away from the old thing.” - 2.34 Just in from last smoke. The wind is blowing. There's a strange sort of “rain” falling on the snow. The tree limbs are holding the snow. And it's rather “comfy” temperature-wise. To be honest, if I weren't here, in Franklin, I'd go for a walk right now. But I can't take being reminded of where I am. Fucking depressing, so I'm just going to have a bottle-pee and go to bed. - Powering-down the lap-top tonight. It's been a while since I last did that. But the music is done, and safe. - 9.20 and yes, I did “slept-in”, watching the clock until 9.00 before getting up and dressed. Odd... I'm fine, laying in bed. Getting up is tough though. Chest, legs, head... “heavy”. - Anyway, the world is covered again. Must be at least a foot of fresh snow out there. And on the sides of the trees and all. The wind blew it and because it was “wet”, it stuck. “Winter”... hanging on. - Dimballs' car is at the end of the drive, across the walk. There appears to be a shovel in the snow-bank. No idea where he might have been heading (or if he actually got to where he was going). But there it is... just “there”, in the snow. Oh well. - Me? I dunno. Probably should go and shovel. Not now though. Nope. Not on Saturday. - So I hear HLS banging about the kitchen. There's no fire-wood in the house. Gee... I wonder what she'll find to burn now. None of my concern, really. - Mimou came in with me when I went out for a smoke. He's in his little bed now, “preening”. Cozy. - I could use the loo. Probably should. Didn't yesterday. That never leads to anything good, skipping days. Reminds me... nothing to eat in here today except a bit of peanut-butter and a Ramen. How “”Saturday” of me. - So today is when I get to the “image” files. Oh... THAT should be interesting. Hey... passes the time, keeps me in the room. Two very good attributes. - Well? Here's to the “week-end”. (I still have to figure a way out of going to that “dinner” tomorrow. I don't want to go... don't want to “dine”... no “Free Ride” ya know.) - Text from Dorothy. I'd sent a photo yesterday. Just sent 2 more this morning. She says everything's blooming down there. 'twould seem I'm in the Arctic in comparison. 'tis why and what I came here for. (Now... if only it were in NY.) - 21.47 What a rather wasted day... in the room... going through image files... whilst the sun shone in a brilliantly clear sky... on a quite cold and breezy day. Napped thrice too. But, tomorrow, as I'm to understand, from the one, brief chat with HLS of earlier, we're expected to be chez Luce by about 16.00.Such fun! Fuck. Honestly, I've nothing against Luce... I don't know her well. But it's the notion of being “trapped”... HLS... her vehicle.... not to mention, “dining with”. I suppose I'll just have to roll along with it. - Hopefully, she'll got to Jesus tomorrow morning and I can shower. I'd like to, especially considering my stomach is all “off” today. Always with the feeling I need to move my bowels. Have done, twice... but nothing “cleansing”. Of course, today, again... “nourishment” was the last packette of Ramen, with some butter, followed by a glass of “hot” creamer. So? What should I expect? - Anyway... work has begun on the image files. So? So. - Oh... Dimballs, it seems, took off for work this morning, got to the end of the drive and... ran out of gas! Yep! AND... the car sat right there, across the walk... ALL DAY! Oh well... I'm learning: Not my circus, not my monkey. I don't speak on it. - 22.13 2BR in Champlain. 600/mo. Avail. 1 May! Looks quite nice. Sent an e-mail. Let's see! I could swing this! - Now... I SHOULD get into bed... I DO need to shower in the morning. I DON'T have anything pressing in the mean-while. I WOULD like a v-ton. I REALLY WOULD like something to eat. But... I WILL step out for another smoke. The hole is quiet. I'll suppose they're all retired. (She's so fortunate in that she doesn't have to be bothered with/by me. Of note: there's been a fire in the stove all day. I wonder where the fuck she got the wood. None of my business.) - 23.00 Just sent photos from today to Dorothy and Denis. And now? I'm heading for the blankets. Let's hope for a full night of SLEEP! Or, at the very least... NO SPASMS! - 23.05 Let's talk “stupid”... At about 17.00, I used the kettle to heat the water for the Ramen... un-plugged the lap-top and turned the radiator off. Well... just now I realised it's a bit on the “chilled” side in the room, felt the radiator... it was cold, and went to put the setting up and... it was OFF! I panicked! Checked the out-let... changed from top to bottom... NOTHING! THEN... looked at the switches. Dumass me... the damned thing's been off for the past 6 hours! No wonder I've been chilled! STOOPID! Oh well... it's going to take a while to re-heat this room but... off to bed!

Sun.24.Mar: 8.47 I was up at about 5.00 this morning, of my own volition. Thought about staying up and decided 5 hours sleep just wasn't enough. Pee'ed, went back to bed. Heard the 3 alarms, 7.00, 7.30, 8.00 and dozed until just about 8.30. Fine. It wasn't a “bad” night. That's fine. - The sun is bright. The sky is clear. There's a breeze. And all the snow is still on the ground. - As I had my smoke, Mimou came RUNNING onto the porch to say “Good morning” and is now on the floor beside me. Yes, I'm up and dressed. And just heard the bath-room door close. “She” is getting ready to go see Jesus. Sunday morning. In a bit, I'll have to be “awake” and into the shower m'self. How charming. - Feel this morning? As usual, as I laid in bed, I was at 100%. It's the getting up and out of bed that's the tough bit of the day. But I've done. And dressed. And so... here I am. - Let's see how THIS day plays out. There's more snow in the forecast... at 15.00. We're leaving at about that time too. Such fun. - Fuck. - 11.00 OUT OF A FUCKING COLD SHOWER! Dressed and all sort of shit. FUCKING COLD SHOWER! 10.30 in the fucking morning. -1° and a FUCKING COLD SHOWER! I was on the carsie when I heard the up-stars tub drain! I had only just enough hot water to brush my teeth (which I did, mostly, as I sat trying to have a shit) and shave my neck. Into the shower and... once lather in tepid and a COLD rinse! This fucking place is a fucking nasty joke! - 11.28 and she rolls in... bangie-thumpie in the kitchen. And I'm back at the table... as if nothing at all has happened all morning. Mention the shower? Nah. No sense. But my insides are trying to “settle”. How charming. Great way to start a day. Fuck. Typical. - 15.16 and “the hour” approaches. GOOD LORD! And yes, I did mention having taken a “bitter cold, invigorating shower this morning and the reply was “Good.” Never heard the “bitter cold”. Moron. Oh well. Such is the way of the retarded. - Meanwhile, I do NOT look forward to this evening. She thinks we'll be back by 19.30 or so. I can only HOPE! - 21.33 WELL THAT WAS ACTUALLY QUITE FUN!!! We left at about 16.00, zipped across the border, HLS at the wheel, up the Pinacle and there! Right next door to Helene... Luce! (Must remember: ch. Mine) Anyway, warmest welcome, Jean-Guy and I chatted over a beer in the kitchen and then I got the grand tour of la maison. The plaster-work in that hour is nothing short of “GRAND”! Even to the ceiling “moulding”... done in plaster! It's the “old city” type of ceiling-work... and to think, Jacquie's grand-father did it all, by him-self, at the age of 90! What's more is that HE'S the people who built the buildings I grew up in in The City! It was seeing my own history and the home of the person who built the places I've called “home”. Anyway, Jean-Guy played guitar and songs, in French, that I know! They were quite amazed that I know so much “old” French music. And we all had a wonderful time. Then, it was off to dine at “2 coloches” in town. That too, was most wonderful. And I had confit du canard avec poutine which was HEAVENLY... easy chew and, aside from quite a bit of salt... delicious! Luve and Jean-Guy had sandwiches, HLS had an onion soup (and just a bit of my poutine). A beer with, they had tea/coffee after. I didn't. But, I'm just as happy as it is. As we ate, the light snow began to fall and I couldn't help but remember my first trip, on a bike, to Freligsburgh... and I marvel... sitting there, as if it's all so familiar today, dining at the creek. Yes... it was unexpectedly delightful. By about 21.10 we rolled back into the drive... me driving because she'd had... her share of wine and then some. No prob. Oh, and come to find out, HLS's family lived in VIlleray... in the 20s... on Gounod! Had a little business there too! Well! The world gets smaller. - Now, I've nothing edible in the room, would like “something”... a coffee (nope) or something sweet, perhaps a v-ton. But what-ever... The day is done and it went well. - It's still a wet snow out there and a bit chilly tonight. HLS made the announcement that there's no more fire-wood “for this year”. When I said she could always put up the furnace “It's OK right now.” Yeah. What-ever. - I'm off to have a smoke and then a bit of “budgeting” for Wednesday. Hopefully a good night's sleep tonight. Tomorrow evening is “crunch it all” for laundry and shower and the likes. - 22.29 Budgeting done. Wednesday planned. There we have it. Nothing to “think about” before sleep... for the immediate future. Bills paid.

Mon.25.Mar: 0.29 NEVER expected to make it to this late but... last smoke and into bed! 1 v-ton and I'm done! - 9.34 and up, smoked, the sun is shining, the air is chilled and I didn't actually “wake” until 9.05! OK. About 8 hours in the 'sleep”, and not one break in the night. But, as usual, the feeling of having slept under the wheels of a tank. Mornings... how terrible, whether I've had something to drink the night before or not. Have to wonder what kind of “sleep” I actually get through the night. Probably quite shitty. Appnea (I can't figure how to spell that and the “spell-check” can't do it either so I'll leave it as it is). Or some sort of “maladie”, no doubt. - But, here we are... Monday again, already, and almost at the end of another month. And nothing's changed. - First thoughts this morning were around yesterday. 3 folks, in their 70s, quite active, fun, having a great time. Laughing. Luce and Jean-Guy like kids in love. HLS having her wine and such. And the “old shit” sitting quietly. Well, it's always rather been like that. There was that morning at table, with Oma, when I said I was “tired”. Her reply: “I sit here, an old woman, looking across the table at you, and what I see is a man much older than I.” I couldn't have been much older than 13 years, if that, back then. I was “tired” then, already. I should be “dead” by now... and I probably am. It's not by choice, not by my choice anyway. But it is... it just “is”. - So now, to ponder the “busy” for the day. “Image” files... may as well. - I could phone the “Pioneer”, but the fact is, I'll find out what's going on come Wednesday. There isn't anything that can be done to “change” anything about that at this point. Up, down, what-ever, what gets posted is already figured. And I've already budgeted for what I've been getting. So? So... moving along... until the next move is getting back under the covers. - The “old shit”... “tired”. - A thought on yesterday: Jean-Guy handed me his guitar. I tried to get a few chords together for “Pour Un Instant”. The neck of his guitar is too narrow for my fingers, the strings, steel. I plucked a bit, got a couple of chords and as I fumbled, they came back! I haven't had a guitar since... what? 2001? That's 18 years now. Anyway, there was a sudden “fixation”... HLS saying “We have to get you a guitar. You could look on-line....” We have to get me a guitar? I think not. Just something more to clutter my existence. Yes, there have been times when I've missed it. But having one now would only serve as a reminder... of the note-books, the lyrics, the songs, the music... gone... and how and why and who. I don't need that, them, it, those. I don't need and more reminders of anything. We don't have to get me a guitar... We have to get me a funeral. - 18.01 I'm just having some raisins and she's parked on the recliner... going in later because of having to attend a “Lenten Service”. So, it looks like I'll either NOT be eating OR I'll be driving along the roadways to Enosburgh, Swanton, St. Albans for food! 12$ to my name (plus, of course, change and 5s) and nothing edible here except butter! Not to mention... my “weekly meals” are now cut back by a day. Oh well... I suppose I COULD toddle for a samich, but that's about all... nothing for “later”. Perhaps I'll just have to give it a try... - 19.49 HLS left at about 18.15... I strolled to the store where I was told that a sammich would be “about a half an hour”!!!!! One gal, making pizzas, said she was about 10 orders behind. So... I got into the truck, drove to Enosburgh, got franks, rolls, ice cream, “Ranch” dressing (for the franks), and crisps (in case I decide to have a v-ton later). Got back about 19.15, tossed the franks in the nuker, 3 rolls, 4 franks later... here I am... with the jammies-linens in the washer. Fuck! - AND NOW... I've 8mi. left before OIL CHANGE so... THIS WEEK'S EXTRA EXPENSE? OIL AND THE CHANGE! Lovely! - Oh, and of note, Dimballs parked almost in the drive again. I mentioned it to HLS when she asked if she should “back out of the drive or try to drive through”. I said “If he'd learn how to fucking park”... to which she pointed-out that on Saturday, he'd run out of gas... just trying to back out of the drive!!!! So she ADMITS (for all it's worth) he's not bright. I said “His mother must be SO happy to get rid of him.” HLS laughed. Anyway... she drove past him. Better her than me! (I drove out the Main St. drive to go “shopping”.) - Now? Time for a smoke with Ms. Hallie on break and then? I don't much give a shit. I'm tired... and now? FED! - 23.48 AND OUT OF THE SHOWER IN CLEAN JAMMIES! And so... under-things are in a 28-minute cycle with “Shout”. Pis mes “choses” sont FINI! L'jour aussi. Point! At long last. If I'd've known it was this late though, I'd've waited until morning to do the wash. But... it's in there. - On the drive to Enosburgh this evening I noticed I've only 8mi until OIL CHANGE! MUST remember to see if I can't make an appointment with Caleb for that. AND, there goes my “budget” for the month. OIL and FILTRE! Oh well... Must to do if I intend to have that truck for my escape from here. - Have to make a dental appointment too. Check the front cap (and see how much it's going to cost to get teeth again). Oh... OLD. Fuck! - Well? A v-ton tonight as I await the laundry. 8.00 wake-up for the little ones tomorrow. There's never a day... until I'm not “here”.

Tue.26.Mar: 0.02 and one day rolls into the next. - 2.29 Promised only one v-ton... had 2. Oh well... now for a nap... and the hopes of waking fairly “well” in a few hours. - 8.22... yes... 8.22. The 7.00 alarm sounded and got turned off immediately. Then, at 7.50... the 8.00 alarm sounded, which also got turned off... in spite of the repeated calls from M. Mimou. But at 8.00, on the mark, my eyes opened again and... I was “up” and moving. First thought of the morning? The song “Hallelujah”, at which moment, there, Ms. Hallie-lujah. So we were ALL up. They went out, I got their breakfast, went to the loo, got them back in for breakfast, had my coffee. Next was a smoke, and them back out. Honestly, the porch thermo reads 20F and there they are, romping about in the cold. But the sky is clear and all that sort of stuff. And as I type, my head feels heavy, I could, but won't, go back to bed. Why not, I don't really know. But I'm “awake”. And so it's on with the day. - There's oil and filtre to be bought this month, a new wind-shield... have to “budget” a new gauge cluster for next month. More money into the truck... and not into me. Everything gets pushed aside... Oh well. I wanted the truck, I got the truck, and now it's ALL about the truck. Sometimes you get what you want and then... - New morning. Let's just roll with it. - High today... -1°. Tomorrow... 6°. Charmed... Right. - 15.26 The stove is CLEANED... I mean *CLEANED*! Floors are Hoovered. Post is in. Ice is chopped and removed from the back stoop. - Caleb isn't available “for a few weeks” for an oil change which means I have to “trust” somebody else now. Thinking “Champlain Chevy”... not sure but... it's GOT to be done... SOON! May as well try them. After all, I'll have to trust them with the gauge cluster. Oil change is an “easy” in comparison. We shall give them a try. - Now? I need another nap. I took one.. an hour, earlier. It helped. Obviously. - 20.28 Everybody's in from a stroll and having “ 'nax”. I had the last 4 franks on 3 rolls and finished the ice cream. Had a chamomile tea earlier. Did my budgeting. Made an appointment for next Tuesday for oil change at Champlain Chevy. I don't like the idea but, there's more serious work to be done on the truck and maybe it's not a bad idea to get it into a “dealership” sort of place. After all, this is their biz... the brand and all. We'll see. And if they do a shit job, I'll just report to the “AAA” as well. Anyway... there we have the day. And I'm tired. No v-tons tonight. Must be up and ready to hit the road in the morn. I've scratched QC for tomorrow because there's really no “good” way to get from Bedford to Sutton with-out having to criss-cross the border and I don't want to be bothered with such things. So I'll just set sights on Thursday for the “Sutton” leg of it all. Pondering going to Sutton for smokes and Granby to check on the tape for the rockers. We shall see. We just shall see. - Other-wise? Shower... that's the very next item on the agenda. - 23.02 DONE! SHOWERED! Clothes on the spin on a 28-minute cycle. Had my vinaigre and that's that for that. The hole is “settled”. Tomorrow is semi-planned. I'll see how I feel when I get out of Community. If I feel like making the trip to Bedford I will. If not... Thursday. Though I should do Bedford tomorrow and then do Sutton on Thursday... and maybe Granby as well. We shall see how Enosburgh goes. For now? All's done for as far as I can. - The only thing I MUST remember to do is re-set the furnace. It's on 69F (comfy) right now. Can't leave it at that when HLS returns! - Have been thinking: It would be nice to hear from Denis. But... There we have it. No change. Same as always: He'll call when he's drunk. Brings back to mind what Ronnie said about Zuri before he died: “I have no friends.” Well... neither do I. But I don't mind. As HLS is quick to point out: “You don't have any friends.” No, as I said, I don't call people “friend”. I don't need “friends”. I HAD “friends”. They're dead. - Moving along... the day is almost done. Best I can do now is hope to wake in good humour, feeling well in the morning. That is all.

Wed.27.Mar: 2.10 SHIT! LATE! And I'd had the door to the room closed for a while, nice and warm and just opened it and the COLD AIR coming in is HORRID! - Just checked to see if any doors or windows are open... nope. But there's literally a BREEZE blowing into this room now! - Anyway... the “usual” has been posted to the Soc.Sec. so I need to get a nap in here. 8.00 will roll round in the shortest of hours. - I just wish I knew where the fucking COLD AIR is coming from! - 8.22 and it was “UP!” at 7.58 and ever-so UN-willingly! But garbage is together, breakfast has been served. I've had first coffee and a smoke in the chill of another sunny morning. Stomach is “off” this morning. Charming. But it's most likely due to the “agenda”. Once upon a time, every morning had an “agenda”. These days, it makes me ill. I'm just so fucked-up. Anyway, no sense in getting all knotted about it. It is... what it is and it will be addressed. Hopefully it will end as usual: me wondering why I was so anxious about it. Things get done. Yes, they do. - I see it's -9 out there... supposed to go up to +6. Yeah? It had better start... soon. The truck looks a bit frozen. - 10.28 Garbage out, post in. Second coffee under weigh. I want to go back to bed... but I'm dressed, it's still chilly, but clear and bright. I've still got to get the money off the card... and decide about the trip to Bedford (or Sutton). Alas. - 12.27 and only the “Comm” leg of the day done... along with 15$ in gas to FILL the tank. Ah... but that “cab corner” I “built” out of “Bondo” in June? The whole chunk is splitting-away from the corner. Ah yes... more expense. SHOOT ME NOW! - Well, I had to pee so I've stopped back at the hole, served “Lunchie-snax”. Will “reconcile” what can be now. In a bit... back out... to Bedford. Hey, I can get tonight's meal at Metro, and then, tomorrow or Friday... Sutton. - 16.12 And by 13.09 I'd been to Bedford and back! Deposit. Metro for tonight's “pasta poutine”, Krema yoghurt, stuff and THREE KINDER EGGS! (One of which goes to HLS on account of because). All accounts are reconciled. I even emptied the ash bucket! Last one (I hope) of the season. Jammies are back in the wash. Sheets to follow. Tonight, the clothes on 18-minute quick. Me into the shower. Done! I could use a snooze but it's so late and soon time for “meal” so, there's no sense. - Sun's still shining. It has gotten to about 5° and delightful. - No calls from anybody in particular. - Day's almost done... peace... almost gone. It went by quickly! - 22.37 Shower done. Bath-room “un-done”. Clothes on the spin. Ready for bed. Why? Not sure. Sutton tomorrow? Not “necessary”. 4 packs in the room, 2 in the truck. 2 packs short of a carton. But? I'll see how the day goes when it gets running... tomorrow. - Meanwhile... This day is, for me... clean bed-linens, clean jammies, clean me... and a churning tummy for some reason. (Too much “pasta poutine” this evening... perhaps. Or that rich ice cream that's usually over 7$, on sale for 3,45CAD and still, though delish... not worth THAT much money.) - Oh well. So much for this much.

Thu.28.Mar: 0.27 And Wednesday IS officially done! YAY! - Had a v-ton, soc.med. Now it's nap-time. - I'm wondering about some “discomfort” in the cap on my front teeth. Well? Here we go! I'm getting steady income... time to have something come rip it from me. - 8.17 and at 7.57 I woke to a “chilled” room, in spite of the fact that it's “tolerably” chilly out-side. The sun is glaring through the gathering clouds and the wind is beating the trees. The morning routine is done, for the most part. The floor needs a mopping. That's that. And the notion of “Sutton/Granby” has been put off for a while. Don't like driving in the heavy winds in the truck. Not to mention, the oil needs changing and, well, long trips? Not such a good idea, I shouldn't think. Alas. Well? Maybe Sutton. We shall see. - I could use a nap! I was up only once during the night with a “cramp” in the knee. 3.00-something. What-ever... as they say. - Time to get this morning rolling. (The pasta is kicking my gut though. Oh... food will now battle against me. One of these days.) - So let's see what today will hammer me with. Eh? - 10.27 OK. The floor's mopped. I'm dressed. And I'm going for a nap. I just can't shake the fatigue, nor the “chill” in the body. And the winds are blowing. It's not cold out there. But it's quite cold inside. Oh well. And my bowels are... yes, they are. Another delightful morning. Just another “delightful' morning. - There's yard-work to be done that I'd rather almost like to get done, but I just don't like the idea of not being able to shower after. I probably could. I was told that I can. But... And the green-house needs cleaning. I don't suppose there's a rush for that just yet since there's still snow and ice on the yard. - 14.48 And she's back, she's on the recliner and she arrived AS I WAS WORKING ON CLEANING THE GARAGE! I WAS WORKING AS SHE DROVE INTO THE DRIVE-WAY! YAY! TIMING! - Now? I'm ready to nap... and since she'll be asleep a while... I can. - Funny, but Hallie seems to know that I won't be about the house very much now that she's back. Hallie gets VERY affectionate when she comes in. Mimou does too, at times. THEY know. Me? Oh well. - 24.05 Quiet day in the room. Had a roll with the remaining cheese curd for “meal” and some Vachons. Now? Late. Off to bed. Spoke with HLS for about 20 minutes total all day. Tomorrow? What-ever happens, happens. I should work on “image” files. I'll see. There's some yard work that might be do-able. We'll see. Time for bed now.

Fri.29.Mar: 9.16 Up. Dressed. Still having coffee. Woke before the 7.00 alarm and when I heard it, snoozed. Woke before the 8.00 alarm. Turned it off... snoozed thinking “So much for my second cup of coffee. Won't have time for that.” said HLS yesterday because the glazier was expected “so very early” this morning. Yes, he arrived some time round about 8.05 and I snoozed through until I hear him leave at about 8.45 and I continued to snooze... until... 9.05 which is when I finally got up and out of bed. I feel fine, laying in bed, not aches, not pains no SOB, no etc. So this morning, I decided to enjoy that little blessing until. And now? Grey skies. Mud. 3°. “Pluie début à 10h20”. So? Ponderation: Sutton? Granby? We shall see. Indeed. - 9.33 Just n from smoke. Quite comfy out there. Sad. Oh and, I left the garage door open over-night. Oh well. Thought of it before falling asleep. Didn't bother. And never moved my truck either. Oh well. No harm. Anyway... on with the day... what-ever that may be. - Probably should make a dental appointment for next week. Probably.... - 19.59 Just a quick note to self: Earlier today, she told me that she'd called Brad to come clear some ice from the garage roof because it caused a leak in the pantry. WELL!!! I just heard the most incredible banging so I went out of the room to check. Sure enough, in the dark... Brad was up on the roof! Well? It seems he's done the “work” and as I was on the porch having a smoke (after giving Hallie and Minou their snax)... she's sitting at the kitchen table... writing a CHEQUE! She PAYS her cronies for work done... Me? It was ALL taken for granted. Hey! I save her some 300$ each month in “pet care”, she gets house-cleaning twice weekly plus general maintenance of the house... weekly. She hands me 100$ each MONTH, which goes to snax and food for the little ones, parts and such as needed for general repairs and maintenance. Next will be “cleaners”. She says it's to “help with truck expenses”. Oh yes? Not yet. Not ever. So? So. But I'm rather sure and certain that it will all be mentioned when convenient... to her. Still, I don't expect “pay” for anything I do around here but I see how “generous” she is when OTHERS... her “peers”, her “people”, her “cronies” do anything round here. Oh, and then there are the “trips to Florida, Washington, Oregon, Ontario” and the time she gets with her “friends”, like, for example, her planned “dinner with her Liz” coming. No thoughts about the house. She just makes arrangements and disappears... sometimes mentioning the plans... rather almost just before or as she strolls out the door. Never mind. - Now... back to the image files. I've got the radio on, pondering a drink (or 2) soon. What-ever. - Just to add: 2 rolls with butter... “daily nourishment”. Fine. No prob. Really. Truth is, I wouldn't eat anything prepared here anyway... in cook-ware licked by Hallie and never washed.

Sat.30.Mar: 2.51 Yes... I'm about to be VERY sorry about this BUT... I've started a new MUSIC LIST on the G's Minds channel... in the format of a “Group”. I even made the banner for it... using all sorts of images from on-line, it's sun-rise over Round Hill (the actual Round Hill) through the windows of the piano room... with the piano by the window... just (almost) as it was that morning Liz and I stayed the night! The art-work is really fantastic! Even if I say so m'self! I'm really quite proud of it! And the list is only 12 songs in at the moment but I'll be adding as I go along... even to the contemporary music! It's going to be interesting... and, it'll keep me occupied in this little room... not to mention, looking for music and posting it. Anyway, I suppose it's all worth it in the long run. - 3.00 on the chime of the church-bell as I had a smoke and I'm going to have A v-ton! There are a couple of items I want to try to get in on this, like the Voy board which I believe isn't working from the site so I have to put in a link on that page there, and I want to try to incorporate the new banner on the forum too. So, there's a little “work” to be done this morning. I'll be sorry during the day (or, if it goes the way days go, I'll be able to sleep on and off during... nobody will notice). The “bad news” is... only 2 rolls and butter for “nourishment” all day. Oh well... it's not the first time. - 4.39 and... the new listing on Minds is up and running, the notice has been posted to the site and to the WP blog. Images are all up-dated and loaded to the server. And there's just a tiny bit of the v-ton left in the glass. It's been a productive sort of “morning” already. (And I'll need just a nap... and hopefully not much more than that.) Later, I can add more music to the “Minds”, but for now? I DO believe I've done my “chores”. Ah... what I don't do for G's. But to my heart and soul... I wish I could come into billions, buy the property, re-build the place (though I know it would NEVER be even CLOSE to the same as it was... people today are just miserable), and for THAT, I'd actually move back to the area... to the hill... to “The Lodge”. - Anyway... I can rest now, for a while. It's going to be a rough day ahead. Thankfully, it's Saturday. - 5.10 NAP TIME! - 11.11 and I don't really give a shit. If I didn't have to pee, I wouldn't have gotten up at this hour. Comes a time when “late” doesn't matter because, even as was posted to the soc.med. just yesterday, once you're late, may as well relax because you can't get early. Anyway, there's a 6-hour “nap” in there and that's fine enough. And I actually slept through with-out spasms and with-out the clench-guard. Not that I'm going to make a habit of nights with-out the guard. Anyway... have had coffee. Time to dress/clothe. 2° and pluie out there so there's nothing that I intend to do about the place. Could, I suppose, get to cleaning the garage but... nope. Saturday. - On that note... here we go. I think I'll add a few more tunes to the new aspect of the Minds channel. How charming. (Rack up the “tokens” and see how that rattles anybody.) - 11.35 and first smoke. Imagine... the day is just about half gone already! Hang in there kid! - 15.49 She's off to Jesus today... work tomorrow. Me? I'm off to snooze!!! - 24.04 The day is DONE... passed with no conflicts, no confrontations... me, in the room for most of it, napping here and there, on and off. HLS went to Jesus today so I had about an hour. She rolled back in shortly after 17.00. I'd already served dinner to Minou so that was fine with me. - For the most part, I worked on one category of images. There's SO much MORE to be done though! - It didn't rain, it wasn't cold but not quite warm. Cloudy. But some more snow and ice is gone. I'm getting to the point where I want to “DO” something about it all but there's no sense... yet. Perhaps Monday, since she'll be gone tomorrow... to work. - Must note that my front teeth are feeling “strange”. I've a feeling there's a LOT of PAIN to come because of them... and a LOT of MONEY that I'm going to have to fork over because of it. Oh well, of course the money comes in. I have to get the gauge-cluster replaced... 350, the rockers repaired... about 1000, the wind-shield... 400, the radio... 200 at least, speakers... another 100, AIR CONDITIONING... 1500-2000, and then comes registration which I still don't know about and insurance at 200. Oh well. Of course, there's money that needs to go out because I just wrapped the second 100 in 5s. There's about 35 in quarters (10 of which fit nicely into the little yellow plastics from the Kinder eggs... I don't know what I'll do with that... perhaps in the truck... and have to explain to the Border Idiots, no doubt, at some point). - Anyway, the teeth concern me most at this point. - And so, it's after mid-night. Thankfully she'll be gone by about 7.00 and I won't HAVE to be up and about... until about 8.00 or so to serve breakfast. - Funny, how I keep feeling so completely broke all the time and yet, I haven't had the opportunity to have so much “extra”, as it were, stored and stashed in a great many years! I go with-out food, mostly because I've no place to cook any. That saves. Not good for the health but... And I go with-out travelling about... but that's because I don't WANT to “travel about”. Leaving this room reminds me of where I am and that's depressing. Oh well. And I don't feel indebted for the space I occupy, because of the work I do to “pay” and the fact that this room was and would have remained, abandoned were I not in it. So? So. And I don't “cost” her anything, save the electric for the heat in here. (Though she's said, several times “I don't want you to be as cold as you were at the Gliddens'. There's no need for you to be as cold as you were at the Gliddens'.” That's nice to hear. I don't believe it's said in “kindness” though.) - Anyway... I don't really want a v-ton tonight. I do have some crisps and a roll. I had the yoghurt and a roll for “nourishment”. I'd LIKE something sweet but there's nothing here and I'm NOT going to the kitchen for raisins. So? So... I should go to bed. I'm not “tired enough” just yet. A v-ton might help. I shall see. - It's awfully warm in here tonight. I'm not complaining. - Tomorrow? Not sure. Probably clean up the felled branches round the yard, cut them down for next “kindling”. The garage needs cleaning as well. Shopping? Nah. I'll go to Sutton on Monday... whilst she's in. Get my smokes. Tuesday is oil change and I don't want to travel much before that gets done. Oh well. We shall see... at day's end. At least I can shower tomorrow... after the “dirty” work. That's nice.

Sun.31.Mar: Cynthia... 47 years today. And I always wonder... I always, always wonder. Imagine... 47 years. It's not even possible! - 3.59 I'm going to be SO sorry... in a few hours. (2nd v-ton too.) But I got onto NYC8539266 on Minds, there were comments and replies and... AND... I used the ATT number and I'm ON the “rewards”! The number seems to have worked... TWICE! - 4.39 NAP TIME! - 9.14 because at 8.56 I woke, with congestion. Other-wise, it probably would have been another 11.00 morning. But I had to get breakfast for the little ones and let them out! So? So... what I've had actually is a nap. And yes, I AM, as I wrote 5 hours ago, “SO sorry”. Tired. Feeling like I've been struck by a truck. It truly is horrific. - But I'm up and about and... it's raining out there so there's no getting dressed and heading to the yard. Alas. And no driving about the country-side, this one nor the other. Here I am. And that's that. - 13.50 I'm testing and trying my luck here... starting a bit of a wash... 18-min. but still. - Wasted most of the morning and at noon, got dressed, served “lunch” and hit the garage to clean it up a bit. Useless as that effort is. The rain and ice-melt just come right back in. But it's swept clean. Raked a lot of the wood up from the drive but that too, is under ice for the most part. Went to the back, picked up the limbs, put them on the picnic table, just to get them off the ground. Moved the truck our of the drive. THAT'S just MUD and the tyres were sinking in. It's been “flurrying” for most of the day. Wet snow. But tonight it's back down to -5°! And to think at about 2.00 this morning, it was 13°... PLUS 13! Tomorrow's only expected to reach 1°, then another -5. So I don't want the tyres frozen into the mud. - Then it over to the store for a tin of “Dinty Moore”, a package of cookies and some apple juice. “Nourishment” for when I have a moment. Got another fiver though. There's 200 in the jar, plus the “old” bills at 10, and now another 5 to start the next 50-100. “Savings”. (I can't decide whether or not to put this in a banque and if so, which one. It's probably safer with me... this way it can't be stolen... by some corporation or government. I'm beginning to sound like some eccentric old thing. I'll die, somebody'll go through m'shit and find all this money stashed. GOOD KRISTE! KESSLERS!) - OK. Time to toddle along and “do” something else whilst the washer washes (or I HOPE it washes). The “indoor” sweat-shirt. If I can, I'll do m'clothes. SHOULD do m'jammies. Must do me. Not sure why. I've got tomorrow evening... I think. Can't be sure any more. She takes time off and such of late. Oh well. - 19.32 Well... I got my shower. I got my clothes washed. I got to the store, got to eat a tin of “Dinty Moore”. Been catching-up with the old soc.med. accounts. The sun is setting. The temperature is plummeting. And “she's” just rolled in. - Message from Denis. He's been in hospital. “Something big”. I can imagine. I just left him a message. - 21.17 Had a beer. Watched TV and... AND IT'S FUCKING SNOWING AGAIN AND THE GROUND IS COVERED AGAIN! Oh well. - She's off to bed. I've had a beer on little food. And it's almost time to retire... for the night, with the hopes of BLOODY SLEEP! - No further word from Denis. I said he could call me during my “free time”. We'll see. - 23.21 Finishing up and the BLOODY SNOW IS STILL FALLING AND THE GROUND'S COMPLETELY COVERED... A-FUCKING-GAIN! SUCH FUN! BOLLOCKS! - Oh well... looks like shovelling on the agenda for tomorrow. And to think... tomorrow night it's supposed to be... -4°! The “high” for tomorrow? 1°. They're claiming “sun” HAH! 8° on Tuesday though. We shall see. So much for the month of March. - 23.55 Vinegar and BED!