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Evening salutations from my construction happening town of Woodpecker Acres CA A high decibel borough on the west side. Vegas is on. It was cooler today and my slog was much better. Later made up more pbj witches and cut up the new melon. It was good, tho it had a thick rind. Hard to cut.

I'm wearing my summer shirt! Got to put it in rotation. Maybe it's time for some melon or at least ensure. Mr x made salmon, rice, veg for din. He's still on a cooking binge. That's quite fine with me. I finished a 1934 movie regarding newspaper office. Maybe I'll watch a Hitchcock movie?

Good evening, wrong san! I thoroughly enjoyed your 4th of July tales. Sounds like an old fashioned 4th. No, i saw no fireworks here. They are illegal nowadays but that didn't stop the pickalo petes from setting stuff off all night.

Of course in the past i used to do fireworks. Everyone did. All the dads would be in the st trying to outdo each other. We kids got the sparklers, snakes, and small things. I loved doing the snakes on my folks pristine walkway. And they didn't say anything. They'd have to see that black smudge for weeks till the sun bleached it out.

I take exception how things have changed now. We did fireworks, we didn't wear helmets to ride a bike, we didn't wear spf. Boys called each other out and fought. Maybe they were suspended, maybe not. Now they've banned everything. Did that make things better? No, now you've got rage shooting. People need to be able to let off steam. Anyway, i just try to immerse myself in books and videos and stay out of this brave new world.

Amazon prime July books came out. Usually i have a hard time picking. This time i don't like the selections. I have to get to my own books. But im not.

I had a very productive desky. Got Amazon statements caught up. Did the mail. Now i have bank statements to work on. I have some clothes to mend. Grabbed empty egg carton and picked the threads.That's the main slow down. Now when I'm ready i can just start sewing.

But tomorrow is a slog day. I added my minutes and figure i do 4.5 hrs of exercise a week. There's a certain minimum threshold docs recommend. Have to find it to see if i pass the mustard.

Bro has been finding old pics and sending me them. They are blasts from the past, some of them. There was my 8th grade grad dress. It was white. I was wearing a flower. I was one of the 8 something validictorian speakers. I can't believe i gave a speech in front of an auditorium. Later in college i had to do some oral presentation. I got stage fright and my voice wouldn't come out. After that i avoided any class that mentioned oral talks.

Mr wrong, don't you have the downy fuzz on your head? That felt nice. Like a pink baby chick. Like peeps:)

Hot dogs. Yum. And bbq ones smell the best.

Well, i better catch some zs. They ran away with the spoon.

Did you see any fireworks close up? I did. Just small stuff. Nothing like the big stuff shot off at stadiums. But still entertaining. One particular firework was the size of a cherry, but when lit, it emitted surprisingly bright flashes of light. I was thinking it would be useful as a roadside warning device during hours of darkness.

Spent the 4th at a bbq hosted by the neighbors of my sister in laws family. Nice folks. They had a husky dog that was quite congenial. As an act of gratitude, doggy received bbq goodies from yours truly. Doggies name was Hydro. Kids chose the name.

Sis in laws nephews got a little out of hand when they threw handfuls of dirt on my nearly bald head. I wondered if five year olds could be put into juvenile hall.

I'm kidding. Relax.

They're just kids acting like kids, and we all know kids are really just drunken mini adults. But I very much enjoyed the food, especially the hot dogs.

After the bbq, sis in law treated brother and I with Dilly bars from Dairy Queen. We prefer Blizzards, but the Blizzard machine was busted. More First World problems.

Greetings from my Still Standing Town in Eltonsville CA A well established subsidiary of Rocketman Industries, Ltd. I bet there are a lot of fireworks wrappers scattered around.

Today is my work day and i better get going. Mr x has been talking at me for almost 2.5 hrs and my motivation to get up and get going is sinking like a pink rock. He is exhausting. Is this what it's like to have kids? Constant talk, constant questions. I can feel my hair turning gray.

But, i shall persevere. This is like a player scooping the ball off the ground. Admittedly, im lying on the couch. This must signal i am idle and must be disturbed. So ill do up my hair and trudge off to my ball n chain desky. He doesn't bother me then. He imagines Very Important Things are being done.

See you on the other side of a productive day.

Greetings from my popping fresh town in Boomsville CA. A small, safe but sane, enclave nestled on the western most coast of U.S.A. No official fireworks. In the past if you looked intently out the front door, you might be rewarded with colorful sights.

Today was a slog day. Pretty hot but no headache. That's strange but nice. Also my ch was high after. Usually it'd be low. I read up on it. It does rise after exercise.

We're almost finished with the watermelon. Mr x will replenish soon. Im thinking about this rum dole whip recipe i saw. It's tempting me.

Bionic man is on. Dinner was chicken parmigiana and veg. Now i have to answer ems. Night!

Another night in Baghdad. That's what a nabe wrote on next door (nd). Fireworks continue nightly. It's perplexing the heck out of our nabes. I don't mind that much. It's not that close. But others have dogs that freak out. They say vans are going around, setting them, then taking off. It's an odd rebellious behavior. Not akin to tipping cows.

Today Wally needed my ministrations. I served him a 3 hour meal. Then i took a nap. Then i worked to dislodge the blockage to my closet. I was able to get in. Im still looking for my tee that says summer. I only wear it during summer so i better find the darn thing.

I ran across the bin of slightly tight clothes. Tried on the corduroy shorts of which i have a bunch. I can button it but not bend over. It's a heartening sign tho. All these slog days are helping.

Mr xs din today was brown rice stuffed red pepper and veg. And that's all the news thats fit to print.

Cooler skies prevail over my fireworked town in the sleepy suburbs of Drowseville, U.S.A.

I just took a tums. Still have persistent tum ache. And im getting ready to slog. Not feeling inspired, but that's not the point, eh Watson? Waiting for mr x to come back in. He's watering or something outside. He has to color my back with spf stick. He just said it's cold n windy. Well. Maybe ill have a better slog. All these heat defying days ive been out in struggling to complete the course.

I had a very productive desky yesterday. Worked 2.5 hours on it.

Better get going. Fill up my water supplies, walk the grounds for monsieur ugly sightings.

See you later, alligator.

Overcast skies drift across my stagnant town in Loafsville CA A rising young suburb in the burgeoning U.S. of A. It is garbage day. Mr x met Corona nabe outside. He wanted to put some cuttings in our grass bin.

It's a work day. Ive been trying to clear my desky area. I work on dining table. Every rectangular inch is covered with piles o paper, candles, and various flotsam n jetsam. Underneath the table are more stacks of files and folders. And containers of crayons, pens, tape. It's my work station but sorely needs attention.

I take this small bucket and put random out of place items. Been dismantling those. I shall continue. I need to do desky. Those statements are still waiting and more arrive daily. It's like a conveyor belt of stuff and it's become a mountain. A mountain of misery.

Im having my strawberry chocolate Joe. Im kind of tired but will hoist myself on the chair. Mails piled up, of course. I had finally bought another 15# bag of brown rice. Now i have to slowly wash it. Container by container. Mr x seems to be vacating the bottom shelf of the freezer.

I rarely take a day off where i do nothing. Right now ive been alternating slogging, desky/chores, or feeding Wally. My goal would be to finish everything and just be able to slide on my pink laurels but i guess that won't happen. Mail comes, dust happens. It makes me want to just lie back on this sofa and scroll the net. But i can't. Ill do up my hair, pick a necklace, and start. Maybe ill even light a candle. It's not hot enough to put on fan. And im trying to use up my candle collection. Ok here i launch myself ready to git er done, son.

Warm summery greetings from my tiny pink abode in the small tourist town of Idlesville. A lazy suburb on the western slope of U.S.A.

Im back from slogsville and only had to stop twice. What's up with that? Who knows. I just attempt to propel myself forward and take down some ch points. My doc is making grumbling sounds again sending passive aggressive notes on my strips etc that i need to see her before more refills. Yeah, yeah. I don't relish getting all masked up. I actually have not had to wear the accursed thing yet. Cause mr x does all the shopping. I shall attempt to be extra nice to him. I do make him his Joe most mornings.

What else. It was an easier slog because the path had more room as mr x cut back the plants. And i was able to access the tomato cage for my mdr of tiny red vegetable. The cage has 2" x 4" slats. But my arm is very thin. I can push it in to my elbow. To get the back ones. Later mr x said he was laughing at me. Why so, Joe? He said it looked like i was picking Easter eggs, i was going around the cage etc. Humph. Luckily Jake from state farm wasn't doing his conference call again. I read on nd someone was gardening and noticed a mini drone spying on her.

Going to photo edit now. Roger. Over n out.

I received a message from that high school peer who asked me if I was high on something when I write my blogs there. Well, we're corresponding every now and again.

So tonight she said she found her yearbook and wanted to see how different I looked back then. She said, OMG. It's crazy how much you've changed. Haha. One can read lots in those lines. It's like an amusing back handed compliment. On the one hand she's saying I look a lot better. But since she's empathising it, she's implying how badly I looked back then. Which I won't deny. I took very bad pics. I didn't wear makeup. I didn't use spf so got a brown nose. Then I refused to take pics with my glasses so my brown nose stands out. I have a terrible strained, unhappy look. Well, high school was the worst, in many ways, four years of my life.

I think I've got her number. She's kind of uncensored. She's the excitable type. I'm very not. Except when new food items come on the scene.

Which I saw today. I saw a recipe for dole rum pineapple whip. I had the non rum kind at an amusement park and adored it. It's like a creamy fruity frosty. The recipe has four ingredients plus a blender. It's vanilla ice cream, rum, pineapple juice, and frozen pineapple. I am very tempted. And I may. Maybe when I've lost a little poundage. I'm still teetoring on the edge. I fear that ice cream. These late nights when Mr x has gone to bed. That ice cream will call me. And that's kind of my kryptonite.

Must focus on my chocolate ensure that I just had. Measured. Tasty. Sort of, kind of, tastes like a milkshake. And I had some Cheetos. Because Mr x bought that huge bag again. By the way he said he cut those bee flowers. Also trimmed back all the roses etc that were encroaching on the alley path I run down. It'll be much nicer.

Well I better hit it. I'll be on the road to slogsville tomorrow. I saw a tee that showed a sloth in a tree. Said something like we'll get there when we get there. My thoughts exactly.