Watched the parade with Bob,
Virginia and some of their family after going for a quick bike ride. Tom
doesn’t feel comfortable hanging with people until he gets a hearing aid to
curb the distortion. The parade was as expected except for the golf cart with
the bubble machine. That was way cool. The vehicles consisted mostly of golf
carts with a few cars and a couple of motorcycles, the latter of which I never
appreciate, LOL.
Last night I dreamed I was
planting mannequin legs in the front yard of a childhood friend’s house. That
would be Jenny C. Afterward, I thought of how Tom tried to talk me out of doing
this and I promised him I wouldn’t. At first I thought, oh well, he’ll never
know. But then I said, nope. A promise is a promise. So then I ran and pulled
the legs out and was heading down a street, realizing it was very warm out.
Then I decided to write Jenny
a friendly letter and enclose some photos of myself. Only the photos didn’t
look anything like me. They looked younger, slimmer, better-looking, and just
totally someone else overall, yet it was supposedly me.
Being that it’s the 4th and
the parade is over, I’m hoping there won’t be any projects or landscaping
today. Yesterday Miss Footless had a window replaced or something like that.
You can’t even go a week here without projects. I’ve asked myself a million
times why it is that never before have I lived anywhere where there were so
many home projects and the only answer that comes to mind is that the people
here have the money to afford them. Other neighborhoods I’ve lived in before
this were either low to middle-class. This is middle to upper-class.
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