I had one of the most mundane wonderful weekends ever. I love the low excitement, regular life stuff.
I took Friday off to do spring cleaning. I cleaned my whole place and my porch. I bought a new shower curtain and rugs for the bathroom. I bought a new springtime flag and a pretty sign to hang on my door that say “Love to all who enter here”. Yes, I’m corny like that. Here are some pictures.
Yesterday, I bought some birdseed and wild animal feed. I spread it around the front and side yard and have enjoyed watching the squirrels and birds go crazy. I like feeding the wildlife. Some people get pissed off about it, but I say screw them. It makes me happy to hear the birds chirping and the squirrels fed.
I did laundry this morning and I have to say, probably for the 1000’th time, that I hate the laundry mat. Hate hate hate it.. I do my laundry every two weeks. This includes clothing, towels, and sheets. I usually take up about 6 washers. I get there today and it’s crazy busy. I load up the washers and sit down to wait. A younger man and his mother are loading up dryers near me and he starts yelling at her. Calling her a fucking liar and how if she died he wouldn’t fucking care. He kept repeating, “I wouldn’t even fucking care.” I shot him a dirty look which he caught. After a while, I loaded the dryers and sat back down. A young Mexican woman sat down next to me with a baby. I smiled at her and she smiled at me. I happy to inform you, my wonderful readers, that she had her canine teeth capped with vampire fangs that had gold stripes going down them. Fucking classy, right?
My aunt got some bad news recently. I seems that some of her tumors have grown. She’s been in a lot of pain and they put her on morphine. I’ve been around cancer to know what this means. She’s coming to NJ to visit in two weeks and I have to make the most of the visit. I have to be honest with myself and admit that it might be the last time I see her.
I’m watching No Country for Old Men and it’s good, except I’ve come to realize that the older I get the more I can’t deal with these violent movies. I don’t want to watch them, it makes me sick and disturbs me. And I can’t take all of the animals being killed. I know they really weren’t killed, but I don’t want to think about it.
I suppose my sister is doing okay. I haven’t heard anything. My dad hasn’t called me since she got out of the hospital. I guess he doesn’t need me. I asked him to give me her address and a telephone number where I could reach her. And I’m still waiting. Nice, huh?
And lastly, I hate cell phones. I hate when people call me on my cell to tell me stupid shit or to just talk. I have a home line and when I’m not home, leave me a fucking message. Unless it’s an emergency or if you need me to pick something up for you or something like that, there is no reason to disturb me while I’m shopping or driving. I have no desire to talk on the phone in front of strangers. Again, leave a message on my home answering machine and I’ll call you back. I know it’s old school, but I like it that way.