Off to the beach now! It’s about noon. Got my headphones on and I’m ready to catch up on journaling.

So they’re protesting again outside Amy Coney Barrett’s house. Won’t do them any good, though, just like last time. They work for themselves. Not for the people. If every single person on the planet was pro-choice except for them, they’d still overturn Roe. I just wish people would go further than useless shouts in the street, otherwise we’re stuck with the assholes for life. These “justices” are guaranteed their jobs for life, they can’t be fired, so death is the only way to get rid of them and do the people any good as long as they’re replaced with liberal justices and not the same shit. Things can only improve when rogue leaders aren’t in power.

The best we can hope for now is that the delusional bitch is annoyed by all the commotion, and even better would be if it was scared for its family, if not for itself. Enough to forget overturning Roe. After all, no one can babysit them 24/7 for the rest of their lives. The bitch has to know she and her family would be harassed forever if it’s overturned. But the reality is that these sick, twisted people just don’t care. They’ll gladly spite others to get what they want. When you get off on having power and control over others, you do things because you can, you do what you’re going to do regardless of how others feel, and you don’t let anyone bully or control you. So they’re not gonna cave under pressure. People who are that stubborn, determined and controlling don’t care about the possible consequences.

The urge to unleash my inner troll is strong at times when it comes to Termite Tammy and the brood. But I must behave for Tom’s sake. It isn’t that I’d do anything illegal of course. I’m too smart for that now. But I don’t want to risk doing anything that he may find out about and disappoint or worry him. Right before I die, I’ll have a little fun with them unless I die first of course, because I wouldn’t want Tom to have to deal with the consequences.

I’m allowing messages and friend requests again on Facebook. Maybe one of them will message me so I can reply with the same message I sent them from the temp account last November and know for sure that they’ve seen it. I have no way to get confirmation that they saw the one I sent. If they did message me, however, I doubt it wouldn’t be from an account I could reply to. I picture them not contacting me unless one of them dies.

I wasn’t happy to see them use the louder stand-up mower before we left. Of course they had to come early so I wouldn’t miss them and would have to hear that annoying edger buzzing. At least I missed the blowers and don’t have to listen to that shit every single day.

I’ve only heard the dog two out of the last five days. Maybe the office did talk to him. They definitely got “Cindy’s” message because now they’re spamming her. She doesn’t mind, though.

It’s a good thing I didn’t fall asleep before I did last night. A big boom of thunder erupted, surprising us. The radar suggested it was done storming sooner than when we heard it.

I was tired throughout Sunday. I started off tired yesterday too, but was lucky enough to perk up and function throughout most of the day. Today I was so glad to feel rested enough to hit the beach.

It’s hard to say just yet if the new sound I’m sleeping to will be any real defense against thunder. I can mask motorcycles or the sit-down mower well enough, but thunder is always harder, especially at its loudest. I’m getting more used to it now, though. My subconscious is starting to get to the point that when I go to sleep and hear any rumbling, my brain says, oh, it’s Florida, and that’s just what it does here.

I’ve started alternating waiting times before having my coffee. I wait for a half-hour every other day. The rest of the time, it’s an hour.

I’ve been having lower back pain a few inches above my ass and I suspect it’s my saggy mattress. Began looking into various mattresses but damn! There are so many mattress companies out there. Jessie loves her new hybrid Casper mattress. She says it costs 4K and is an adjustable king-size bed. Well, I don’t need a king nor do I need an adjustable. Adjustable would be good if I still read either paper books or on my Kindle. But since I listen, an adjustable isn’t necessary. I never eat in bed either.

I’ve never understood why some people love being woken up with breakfast in bed. First, I’d be pissed to be woken up. Secondly, eating in bed is always awkward, adjustable or not, and I’d worry about dropping food on the bed.

I got some protein bars the other day. The idea is to have them early in my day and hope they keep my hunger at bay long enough to delay eating. I haven’t had enough of them yet to judge how well they work.

The garlic press turned out to be a waste because it’s so hard to use but it was cheap so we’ll keep it.

The slippers are also a waste because they’re so rough on my feet. The soles and undersides of the tops have a scratchy canvas material. I need to find some old material and cover it with that.

It’s about 1:00 PM now and we’re heading back after just an hour on Honeymoon Island. It was simply way too hot. The water was like bathwater close to the shore but was still gorgeous. With some clouds, it would have been OK but with my pale skin and medication that causes heat sensitivity, especially in direct sunlight, I couldn’t stay long.

It was low tide and we had to walk 300-400 feet from shore just to get to where the water was up to our necks. That far from shore on Old Colony and you’re in about 30 feet of water!

Only one annoying plane and one jet skier, but tons of screaming kids. I hate that they’re out of school now. I swear I don’t remember so much screaming on the beach in Connecticut. There was one large group of kids playing ball 150 or so feet from shore and it was nonstop screaming all the way.

A mild annoyance was a young couple with a little kid seated nearby. The kid was fine. It was their music that was a bit loud.

All in all, it was great to get my much-needed sea and sun. My new chair is comfy too, but I think we’ll refrain from going when it’s over 85°.

Just passed a huge accident. I’m not surprised. 19 is full of them.

I shared a current selfie with Andy who showed it to Judy. Figured he’d show it to her and maybe even others as well. This is why I’m careful about what I share with him. I don’t mind but I still wish he’d keep in mind that I’m his friend. Not his and Judy’s. Not his and his siblings. One of his brothers wanted the termite’s name so he could look her up. They hung out together at the beach as kids like Andy and I did. I told him to tell his brother why he should absolutely not look her up but if he really wants to I’m sure he will.

He and his fucking memory, though! He’s runner-up to Kim for sure. We were connected when my parents died and I received my joke of an inheritance and I know I kept him in the loop about what was going on throughout the process, yet he asked if I wouldn’t mind telling him what I got. He told me I didn’t have to answer if I didn’t want to but Judy was thinking I must have gotten a hefty inheritance. He said he told her he didn’t think I got anything, though. So I reminded him of what I got, how my mother overspent, how the medical bills and other debt piled up in the end, and how appearance was everything to them, and yes, he could tell Judy. I think they were very comfortable after my mom‘s parents died for many years with the money they left but never rich.

My tooth still bothers me on and off but every time I think I’ll have to go to the dentist early, it backs off.

Downloaded some free apps from SideQuest but most of the free apps suck.

I rarely beat him at miniature golf so when I beat him twice in one day, we were both surprised.

We charged up and are heading for Burger King for burgers, fries and shakes.

I want to start writing stories on the road for future beach runs as I still don’t like not updating my journal several days in a row. I like to be consistent.

Been home for a few hours now and we’re both beat. We’re drained from the sun and all the food we ate. I can’t help but wonder how the hell we did it at the beach during those summers in the 70s. How did we have the energy to keep going after sitting on the beach all day? Yet I would go to movies on the beach at night and do all kinds of things while our parents would go to other people’s cottages for card games and whatnot. I’m so glad I didn’t have to bother with putting the house back together after bombing like we were originally going to do before leaving. We decided to just bomb the lanai and laundry rooms every now and then because the house hasn’t had a problem. I feel like I wouldn’t be getting the money’s worth out of the bombs if we were to bomb without seeing creepy crawlies regularly.

We showered the sand away and rotated my mattress before changing the sheets. It won’t be long before this side has indentations as well.

Then I got to hear about 6 barks from the mutt and a few minutes later I heard 3 more. So now I’m not sure whether or not anybody spoke to him. If they did, he obviously doesn’t give a shit. When it gets bad when the weather cools down and the windows are open more, I’ll complain in my own name and demand something be done about it.

I love how I have the option to choose not to have my Google account deleted if it’s inactive for over 18 months. I didn’t realize I could do that. If it’s inactive that long, I’m definitely dead! LOL