Yesterday was the noisiest day since we moved in here last July. For 7 fucking hours the park people ran their Laubsauger, as Nane said those blowers are called and it drove me fucking crazy. Sometimes not even music drowned it out unless I played it kind of loud. Even Nane’s annoyed by that buzzing. I guess they did her apartment grounds yesterday evening.

I swear, though, the maintenance crew here is Jesse’s replacement. Where I had to listen to Jesse bulldozing, building a new engine for his truck, and then building a deck, now I have to hear them buzzing, blowing, mowing and cutting up branches in wood chippers. They’re really taking this appearance thing a wee bit too far. So what if there are leaves on the ground? Leaves fall from trees. Big fucking deal.

Thank goodness for the lack of barking, welfare bums, college kids and other mainstream atrocities.

Nane fell asleep on me last night, but she didn’t stand me up. She let me know we’d chat some other time after the phone woke her up and she needed to go back to bed.

The only dream I remember took place in this house. One of the rats turned into a black rabbit like the one we had in Phoenix. When I wanted it to go home it kept running off. Finally, I was getting pissed and vowed to kick its ass once I finally got it in the cage. But by the time it did go home, it turned back into a rat, LOL.

As for Paula, maybe she’s laid up in the hospital after having the hysterectomy they said they were going to do, though it still makes no sense that she’d be gone this long.

I’m down another half a pound and was thinking of taking my morning routine outdoors and doing some brisk walking or light running. It’s just that I don’t know if I want to be outside with all that racket. For now, I’m just going to post this and at least do some housecleaning if I don’t go out. Language studies are out of the question till I’m back on nights. Whatever it is they’re doing is a huge project and it’s probably going to go on for days… until they think of something else to do around here that’s just as annoying.

Later…

Walked around the park earlier and it was gorgeous as hell. A little warm in the sun, but gorgeous. I walked briskly for just under half an hour. I’ll do my end-of-the-day workout with a fitness vid. Tomorrow I’m going back out there.

I first went to the pool and never broke my stride except for when I knelt down to feel the water. It’s pretty chilly. The Jacuzzi might be nice, but I prefer to do most of my swimming between May – September.

I left the pool and was walking up one street when I heard barking. I glanced around me but didn’t see anyone walking a dog or any dogs in open doors or windows. Then I spotted it in back of a house, which borders a common area. It was behind a white wooden fence and seemed to be unattended. I thought they weren’t allowed to leave dogs outdoors and that they had to be indoor house pets here. it made me realize there are worse places to be within the park. I’d be so, so pissed to have a dog left outdoors just a few feet away from my place. I had to deal with that shit for enough years and how it would bark at every little sound it heard. Heard a few barks on the street a few evenings ago. The dog sounded like it was being attacked, but I only heard one dog and it only barked a few times. Dogs left outdoors that bark at people who walk by keep barking long after they’re gone. God spelled backward is dog, and no matter how you spell it, they both suck shit.

Saw a documentary last night on a couple of cases in South Carolina. Now while I may be a bit of a sexist, no man should be killed just for the fun of it or just because he may piss you off. But that’s not what pissed me off about it. What pissed me off is that a white woman was charged with the same crime a black woman was charged with (beating/stabbing their BFs to death), and sure enough, the white woman went down for life while blackie got just a few years. So fucking atypical, too. I don’t understand this trend we’ve been on for too damn long now. We don’t make excuses for Muslims’ behavior when they get murderous, yet we cut deals with blacks? But why? Because a handful of them were slaves a million years ago?

Back to the park. After I left the pool, I backtracked, went past the house and headed down the back perimeter of the park. The tall, stockade fence made me confident enough that no stray dogs would jump out at me from outside the park. I passed by a frail old lady we occasionally see sweeping the street, smiled and said hello. No sooner had I thought I should check on the map to find out where the lake was when I glanced down a side street and saw it. It was beautiful. Not a soul was in sight, which was kind of surprising for such a beautiful morning. Ducks of different colors lazed around the water’s edge and I wished to hell I had my camera. Tomorrow I’ll take pics to share. Can’t wait to go walking with Tom! That will have to be on weekends or after work. He’s starting his own fitness routine next week. He, like me, is getting ready for Hawaii in a few months! Still can’t believe we’re going to Hawaii.

Anyway, I walked back home the same way I got to the lake cuz I didn’t want to risk getting lost. The old lady was aimlessly sweeping the exact same spot as I passed by her a second time.

It’s been a little quieter today, though I have heard some buzzing and hammering. Yesterday I was taking advantage of a few-minute quiet spell, closed and rested my eyes, and then they snapped open seconds later. I heard Jesse’s ATV! That damn ATV he’d ride down to bug me on with stupid shit he could’ve left a message about. I glanced out the laundry room window, and sure enough, I saw a park worker head toward the back on one of them.

Later…

Grrr… some people really annoy me at times. Someone claiming to be from India messaged me on my second MD account asking if I were interested in a friendship. If they could write in English and ask me that, then they could read in English that I don’t respond to messages. It’s weird, but in this diary’s short life, I’ve actually gotten more feedback than on my other one, not counting Kathy’s shit, of course.

Now starting to think it was Molly who asked me about the flower garden. She answered the question of the day yesterday, while I received nothing at all today, a day in which she didn’t appear to be online at all. Maybe Kim isn’t as obsessed with me as I thought she was.

Another one to get on my nerves is Andy. The more he knows I’m not interested or don’t like something, the more he’s determined to push in on me. Sure seems that way, anyway. First it’s food, which he keeps mentioning when he knows I don’t need any reminders now, then it’s blacks. He sends me an article on some nig that faced discrimination after I bitched about the reverse discrimination going on. Then he posts two nig pics in a row on Ask. rolls eyes You can’t make people see what they don’t want to see, and most people simply don’t want to believe or accept the blacks for the troublemaking shitsters they truly are. Most of them, anyway.