We’ve got a bit of a motorcycle craze going on today. Really, I’ve never heard this many motorcycles in one day. First, the asshole behind the honker revved up before 8:00 for a few minutes before they took off.

Then at 10:30, I could have sworn I heard and saw the honker take off. I had just stepped out of his room and up to the kitchen window when I caught a quick glimpse of a guy on a motorcycle going by.

The honker’s golf cart was pulled out of the way after all. But then all of a sudden, an hour later I hear his motorcycle start up and I run to the front window to see both of them taking off, and it was definitely them. So now I’m thinking it was someone else who passed by the first time unless it was him and he turned the thing off and walked the bike back, which I can’t see him doing.

Just now, a quieter motorcycle just went by also with two people on it, one of them wearing a helmet. The honker and his wife don’t wear helmets. Motorcycles are on the rise here and I’m getting sick of it along with the newer, louder trucks. I would really hate to see this place slip into the old place. What’s next? Not being able to go a week between projects? Regular sawing and hammering? As it is, I’m really worried about how I’m going to sleep this week with three pickups and the mower.

Again, just because something’s allowed doesn’t make it OK. Especially where you have so many houses so close together. It’s only been 5 days since the honker’s last run with the motorcycle, and I’m a little worried that just because we talked, he’s going to start riding more. Just because I thanked him for backing out quietly first and cutting the motor before he comes in, doesn’t suddenly mean I want to hear this shit every 5 days. Really can’t wait for his out-of-town company to arrive for a week or two because that keeps him off the damn thing. I wish it would rain more too, but it’s like Citrus Heights in the summer here in the winter, but without the heat. Almost every time they predict rain for us at this time of year, it doesn’t happen. There’s a tropical storm going on in the Bahamas that they say could bring rain to the area, but I have to see it to believe it.

Later…

I’m horribly tired today and still sick, unfortunately. I didn’t fall asleep until I’d been up for 18 hours because I had stomach cramps and thought I was going to have the runs before bed. Then I fell asleep for a little over 5 hours and woke up with a nightmare about running out of medication and being unable to get a refill. In the dream, we were still seeing regular doctors in person and had just moved. Tom received a phone call while I was in the room with him, and I knew by the name he used that he was talking to someone from the doctor’s office that he was to take me to and get a refill from that day.

When he hung up the phone, he told me that because we moved we couldn’t get refills from them. I showed Tom how many pills I had left and even though it looked like quite a few, he didn’t think we could get me a refill before I ran out. I was totally dismayed to hear this because I knew that I not only didn’t want to invite the hypo symptoms back, but I had come so far with getting used to tolerating more of the medication that I didn’t want to have to start over again.

So I had the runs three times today and we’re pretty sure it is the B-Complex. It takes longer than I thought to leave the body as some things do. The plan is to contact my docs tomorrow if I’m still having the runs. I decided I would see what they suggest before I go out and get anti-diarrhea pills.

I was just reading around Quora and got a kick out of something I discovered. I didn’t think to drop my last name to an initial there so I couldn’t be looked up. But apparently, I was found by Sarah in January of 2021 who happened to create an account she hasn’t used. She no doubt wanted to message me from it but I was smart enough to disable messaging. I do this in most places because I don’t want spam or perverts.

Not surprisingly, she has messages disabled on her end as well. Well, of course she does. She wants to be heard but she has no desire to listen. If most of my Facebook message was read last year, then it would be more to see what others were reading since I sent 4 people a copy. It wouldn’t be because she was genuinely interested in what I had to say. I’m a little surprised she didn’t comment on any of my questions or answers, but it may be that they decided to keep things out of public. I think they thought it might get them in trouble or that it may make me more likely to contact people they’re connected to.

Never have I known anybody to carry the same obsession with a person as Andy has with Stevie Nicks. He doesn’t smoke. He doesn’t get high. He has his own business. But other than those three things, he hasn’t changed at all.

Looks like we got a little bit of rain out there, after all, though not much.

They went out in their truck. Really hope the motorcycle is covered soon or else that could be a sign that it’s going to be used again way too soon.

We splurged on Domino’s today and I’m looking forward to the new toenail clippers we ordered along with a beginner’s paint set.

Something is definitely up with my joints. I simply don’t have the flexibility I used to have. Yes, I can still cut my own toenails, but it leaves my hips screaming in pain. I really don’t think it’s mostly about weight. There are people more flexible than me that are fatter. So we ordered these clippers you attach to a stick so that you can cut your nails more easily. The only thing that makes it a little hard to cut mine without two hands is the fact that I have such tight toes. My big toe is easy, but the others are harder to separate. Especially when it comes to trimming the inner sides of my three smallest toes.

The acrylic paint set has 24 colors, 2 small canvases, a set of brushes, and a palette, which is a pretty damn good deal for $20.