Week Two

And Tarot for this morning says, "The Moon is in playful Leo today, reminding us how important it is to make time for relaxation and enjoyment. Lions tend to sleep a lot by catching catnaps throughout the day. Similarly, we can have more fun now by grabbing it whenever and wherever possible, instead of expecting a more formal invitation. Also, today's the first full day with Venus, the planet of love, in discerning Virgo, which sharpens our already critical eyes."

I don't even know why I bother reading this since it always seems so creepily on the mark, but I like the "lion" reference and the "catnap" reference... considerably.

I only had one minor meltdown yesterday and chose to physically work it off for the first time in a while. Happily, most of those around me knew that leaving me be during my "therapy" (I built out my walk-in closet - finally), we'd all be off better.

Here's where I have the advantage, though. I've been up since 4AM (that fucking, naggy cough) and have finished a good portion of the inside/computer crap that I still have to have done by tomorrow. Also, I have a considerable amount of GT work that I want completed so I can hit the bank and the lawyer's again on Monday.

We seem to be making some minor headway with the second house, and watching the roaches crawl out of the projects is enlightening and encouraging. A woman at Home Depot yesterday morning was talking to another one and it went something like this:

Woman 1: You live on Englewood or IN Englewood (there's a slight difference as "IN" Englewood means the AHA Projects).

Woman 2: IN Englewood.

Woman 1: And you gotta move out?

Woman 2: Yeah.

Woman 1: That sucks.

Susan: That's FUCKING AWESOME!

Ok, so I didn't want to get shot so I actually didn't say anything, but I did a very short tap dance out in the parking lot. I'm so fucking sick and tired of apathetic, useless people ---- trust me, I don't give a shit about colour, but L-A-Z-Y really pisses me off.

I had a chat with my Good Neighbour, Miss Ann. We were out in my front yard and I stopped her and asked her something about the 'hood. About that time, her 16-year old grandson came out her front door, head down, tail between his legs and didn't even look at Miss Ann. Then he headed down the street toward the MARTA stop.

I guess he must have screwed the pooch because I asked her where he was going and she gave me this look that said, "Where the FUCK do you THINK??? - THE MARTA BUS STOP", then finished it off with a verbal, "And if he doesn't get into trouble at work, starts learning to respect his elders, and I don't get drunk tonight, I might pick him up at Midnight. Otherwise, he's back on the bus."

That had to be some of the most apropos, poignant, funny TRUE-LIFE comments I've heard in a long time. I sometimes feel kinda sorry for her, but she's actually always given me some pretty good advice about kinder-raising (actually, it's more about kinder-toleration).

The Goobers pressure washed the front porch and it looks amazingly good. Also, the back stairs, but it's actually been raining. Go figure, we've been in a draught for 6 months and the first time I go to spray water on everything, the rain keeps it from drying.

I'm looking forward to prep-ing the front porch, the priming, the paint. All of it. I was actually able to do the closet with donated cedar from a job and dowels/hangers from storage. Total cost $5.35. I still have to finish the ceiling and skim the walls, but that's another rainy day job.

Speaking of which, it is beginning to rain now and the sun is coming out. Someone in this house mentioned wanting to pressure wash the front of the house while we are LEGALLY allowed to water - which ends in 3 mere hours. They were out there yesterday afternoon, in broad daylight, pressure washing the front porch. Not that this is a big deal except we didn't remember that we were violating at least five City Ordinances until it was finished 2 hours later. Here I am trying to get rid of pigs, and all they had to do was call and I would have gotten popped with a either a warning or a nice little fine.

See, it's all this legal/financial shit that's ruining my brain.

Time to go wake sleeping bears and a sleeping bear cub. This should be fun. As I've said, I have a three hour advantage over them and even tarot said the word, "lion", which in my opinion can take out a clan of bears.

Meow.