Erin came home today, one day later than normal. Father’s Day for her was spent at the sperm donor’s place. Whether he was there or not, I have no idea.
My Jeep is in the shop. It’s spending the night at the tire shop and I hope it’s OK alone like that. After 101,000 miles it needed ball joints and rear brakes. I decided that since it was there to get new tires too. The tires I had on it had 73,000 mile on them, longevity that proves a 5 tire rotate is the way to go when rotating tires. I buy foreign shit tires, Hankook mudders. Great tire that wears like iron. Mom should get them on the Beetle Bug car.
Planning my trip east for next month. Trying to work out the trip with all the meetings I have each July. Lodger’s tax meetings are always scheduled in July to allow for planning for advertising for the 2013 tourist season. Usually 3 meetings. We usually give out about $45,000 each year, but this year we have a lot of money that was allocated last year but was never collected for a variety of reasons, one of which was fraud. I’m planning on visiting with a couple that I know from online. They met on one of the sites I work on and are setting up housekeeping at his house in Plainfield. She works for me online. Gonna head to Michigan first and then head to Illinois to visit new and old friends. May even try to surprise Johnson with Kleyweg.
Well, after no rain for a while, I decided that I couldn’t wait to grade the parking lot today. I hate doing it when the place is so dry, all I do is breath dust the entire time. While I was at it I cleaned out the carport and added material there and smoothed out some of the areas that were rutting. I have to tell you, being a place that tourists stop during the course of their travels is kind of a kick. I had a Japanese couple taking pictures of me early on while I was grading the lot, but later on I had an old white couple from Illinois do the same thing. I’m used to people taking pictures of the mesa across the highway. I’m used to people taking pictures of the building. I’m used to people taking pictures of the old orno we have out front. People taking pictures of me on the tractor just strikes me as strange. Today was a 2 bath day, my usual and another after the grading. I was gray.
We’ve been here now almost 18 years. You’d think I’d be used to the fire talk every summer, but no, it still bothers me. So much damage, so many people displaced and it’s so horrid to watch. The smoke bothers me when it blows this way, so I stay in those days.
Shirley is still alive. She eats less in one day than I do for a snack. I’m surprised that she’s still alive. Sometimes she won’t drink either. What a depressing existence she has. I doubt she’s happier here than she was at the home. May end up back there eventually, but that’s still up in the air. She frustrates the hell outta Nina. I’m thinking of trading Shirley for Aunt Ella. Mom, you think Beth would approve of the trade? Probably not.
Marylou is still alive too. She sends me cards about once a week. She puts a lot of effort in this notification thing she does. “Still alive” is written in them and that’s about all. She spend more time addressing the envelope. Every month or so I send her a letter telling of what’s going on here and giving her Shirley updates, which usually amount to nada. She’s still a bitter old bitch. I’m thinking she was a bitter old bitch when she was in her 20’s too.
Oh well, I’m tired of trying to stay awake. I’m off to bed, but I’ll leave you all with this. Paul, quit being such a whiny little putz and sign back onto the family BB. G’night all.