Juice

 Well, good morning.  Up around 8:45a, from the living room, this time.  I have my computer and cord, my keys, my pouch, ZAMM, had a couple cups of coffee, and the house is quiet, with k asleep.  Aaron almost pressed charges on k 2 nights ago.  He gave me a number to see what it was about (?), on the website or something.   Almost everyone but k keeps to themselves, a quiet and boring house,  which isn’t a bad thing.   It’ certainly not a den of vice and iniquity, or rapes and murders and other depravity.   Just relax, and enjoy the peace and quiet, the calm, and respect everyone.    That’s what I think.

Today I might go to the bank for Patricia, with a lot of money.   She’s worried I’ll get robbed.  I’m not.  Also, she needs her closet cleaned out.   A lot of stuff for Goodwill, maybe.   Although Out of the Closet is closer.  And makes sense, too.  

I walk Snoopy and Shelby on Wednesday and Friday.   I need to be frugal.   I have like $20 total, right now, in WF.    But like $400 more, and the BTC.   And $50 Amazon.   And x EBT (like $50, too?).   And $25 (1977 bills) in my wallet (which I should exchange for more modern bills at the bank).  I’ll live.   Just less restaurant meals, and taco truck burritos.  I think it will be a good thing for Kelli to have her own computer.    I’m hoping that happens.   I don’t think K and Ida have talked this month.   But they probably should.    Maybe I’ll earn a little extra doing chores for Patricia and Karen, like going on medication runs to Target, or whatever.   I want to make origami for Rose Marie, just for fun, before I see her next time.  She’s 88 tomorrow.  HH.  Her Holiness (!).  She's a nun.   Don't call her Aunty Christ, though!   Mom is still 76.  I mean, why not?   August of ’43.  She’s 82.  I actually had to calculate that.   6 years apart from her older sister. 

Kelli needs to move her car today, and contact Kaiser, and talk to Ida, and maybe look for a job.   The house is immaculate.   She’ll probably find some dusty corner to slave away at, though.   Aaron wants her to look at his police report.   That wouldn’t hurt, either.  K gets overwhelmed, and likes to sleep, so she might do nothing.    Which is better than a lot of somethings.  We fixed the wall yesterday.    Most of the mirrors are still up, but they’re all covered.  The Alexa keeps falling out of the outlet (argh).   K ran the hair dryer with the space heater and blew a fuse or something.   Aaron flipped the breaker switch last night, which I don’t really know how to do, and have never done.   I know it’s simple, I just don’t grok the general concept.   The house has juice now.  

Eddie plays at asking me about kitchen shit, like I’m the boss.   It’s annoying.  I don’t care what he does (mostly).  He needs to learn English, I need to refresh my Spanish, and rules like the 10a to 10p washing machine hours need to be respected, if you ask me.  Well, it’s Monday, a new week.  Tomorrow is a busy KP day, with a call from Dr. Sallee (10:30a) and an appointment with Dr. Rush (11:30a).  I get a hundred dollars on Friday, and I should go to Oakland maybe, too.   That’s it.   Today is M 10/13.   I’ll just do my routine, and take my daily fish oil capsule, my men’s multivitamin, my astragalus, and take a shower, use deodorant, and smell nice.    Get back to reading Pirsig.  I ordered 5 Terry Pratchett books from Amazon, for K (and I).  I hope she reads them, and gets as much joy from them as I did.  I want to give ‘Going Postal’ to the mail carrier for Christmas, maybe.  The rest will make good gifts for my nephews, I think.