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September 4 - 7, 2017 (Monday-Thursday)
With Monday being ''Labor Day'' (Sep. 4) I was allowed to leave the jobsite an hour ahead of what I'd recently been rescheduled to work as part of my most recent ''regular schedule.'' I took that opportunity, as well as the rare break from the almost daily rain, to finally get around to doing a complete wash & polish & wax job on my motorcycle... but I did overlook the task of refueling my gas tank until Wednesday (Sep. 6 -- which was when I'd finally decided to get around to mailing my latest letter to my mother) because of my ignorance & disregard of the impending ''Hurricane Irma'' whereupon I was confronted with backed-up lines that reminded me of the Middle East Oil Crisis of the 1970s, finding pumping stations sold out of product, and what few working pumps that were still available were limited to dispensing ''Hi-Test'' grades, so that the gallon and a half of fuel I did half-fill my tank with wound-up costing me almost five dollars. (The odd thing in all of this was the fact that I was even more oblivious to the existence of ''Hurricane Harvey'' until after it had already hit Texas, and only after my mother had informed me about it in a text message.)
Because of the gasoline fiasco, I'd for the second time this week postponed my attempt to locate any place that could supply me with a replacement reflector for my motorcycle, and I instead made a brief stop into the NPR ''Winn-Dixie'' for nothing in particular but did make a few (junk) purchases, and found nearly all bread selections cleared out, and shelves stripped completely bare of stocks of bottled water.
Made certain Thursday morning (Sep. 7) to pay off all of my credit card balances and Autumn-block advanced payments to cover projected future utilities charges before the Fit hit the Shan with the impending hurricane.
Finally had to completely get rid of ''Kingsoft/WPS'' office suite software (free version) late Thursday night after it threw in my face the fact that the sudden appearance of obnoxious annoying adverts that would pop up in front of newly opened documents was not just some inexplicable fluke I had to address on my laptop (by uninstalling it there to replace with the most recent edition of the Apache ''OpenOffice'' suite): they evidently slipped this feature in with a forced and sneakily implemented ''automatic update'' I'd not requested (I refused to keep the program open and closed the documents immediately afterwards whenever this incident occurred, so I had absolutely no idea at all if these things were something that would continue to appear throughout the time any document was left open).
Unmentioned Highlights from Previous Quarter...
''Week in Review''
September 9, 2017 (Saturday)
Called in to the worksite supervisor with the decision not to attend work today on the semi- pretense that I was unable to relocate my wallet (and thus my driver's license and business transition abilities) in order to purchase petrol from any of the small smatterings of service stations that managed to have fuel in stock. It was true that I could not locate my wallet prior to leaving the apartment for my previous workshift, and it was equally true that I'd had real concerns that had I decided to go back in to work for the following workday (today) it seemed very likely that I would burn through all of the fuel en route back to the apartment. So after returning to the apartment from the prior work shift I made no genuine effort to try to uncover the misplaced wallet before ahead of my decision to call off for the day, just so I wouldn't have to be a liar when I explained that had still as of yet not located the missing wallet. After making the call, ''semi''-concern upgraded somewhat into a bit of genuine concern when seemingly every conceivable attempt to locate my wallet relentlessly kept coming up empty. Repeatedly replaying Wednesday's (Sep. 6) scenarios through my mind, I'd remained mostly unconvinced that I'd absentmindedly dropped it or had somehow failed to reclaim it from someplace I'd laid it down. I finally had the idea to look inside the refrigerator inside the bag containing the variety of breadstuffs I'd uncharacteristically haphazardly just tossed inside the cold space in order to keep cool and hopefully retard mold growth, and this was indeed where I'd uncovered the missing wallet.
As the wind gusts began picking up strength and becoming more frequent, I made the decision to reposition my motorcycle in the parking space in a way I'd hoped would best withstand to oncoming windstorm, throwing on every available cable-locking system at my disposal, then tightly fitting & securing the motorcycle cover over the entire thing (hoping that a ''parachuting effect'' will give the hurricane-force winds something something to ''lift'' with and thereby cause havoc to my street machine.
After securing my motorcycle, I then proceeded to detach all of the wind chimes from their locations outside and to bring them indoors and have them temporarily hanging displayed in the windows from the inside.
18:50, Eastern Daylight Time
September 10 - 17, 2017 (Sunday-Sunday)
The long-dreaded impending Storm ''Hurricane Irma'' did not truly begin making her presence known in our location until late in the night Sunday (Sep. 10), which I'd tried to sleep through until I'd heard the activity of one of the neighbors shortly before Midnight. Even though I still really quite groggy, I felt compelled to gaze out of one of the north-facing windows to observe the activity and assess the effectiveness of my motorcycle's lockdown & cover-up job, disappointed that I'd incorrectly anticipated the direction from which the gale forces would blow (I'd anticipated a brush from the south and southeast, but was forced to observe that the winds were hitting my vehicle almost broadside from the western direction). During this time I became enthralled with the dazzling ''light show'' being put on from the effects of the storm on the power lines, particularly the brilliant flashes of blue lighting up random sections of the sky from the electrical lines being taxed (which inspired me to compose a new ''haiku'' -- my first in nearly a decade). At times, the lights across the street and next block across would briefly blacken out then momentarily restore themselves, which gave me hope that this could possibly be our overall experience.
Regrettably, our apartment complex was plunged into darkness almost right a Midnight Monday morning (Sep. 11), and the expectation of having it restored within the subsequent 12-hours faded, then the next subsequent 24-hours... it would not be until Wednesday morning (Sep. 13) that I'd finally accepted that the power was not going to be restored any time soon and that the bulk of my frozen food items (about half of them in new unopened packaging) was a certifiable loss.
Since I was left with no way to cook (electrically-operated range/oven), my situational subsistence consisted of tuna, kipper and peanut butter sandwiches (not all at the same time, of course) and ''CapriSun'' juice box drinks – none of which was good for my digestive tract.
I took limited strolls in and around the neighborhood on Wednesday and Thursday (Sep. 13 & 14) just to get out the apartment to keep from going completely stir crazy (I had essentially been waiting on ''standby'' inside the apartment up until that time in slowly & stubbornly dying hopes of electrical power being restored so I could try to ''save'' as much of my refrigerated items as I felt I could). Wednesday's trip to east brought me face to face with how undeniably and agonizingly ugly some sections of this city truly were, even before any presence of hurricane damage; Thursday's trek west was intended to incorporate a visit to the ''7-Eleven'' on ''Rowan Road'' to check on gasoline availability, but a spattering of rainfall moved me to change my mind on that item, although I did decide to access Internet on the library's ''guest'' computers (they'd converted their entire computer station completely over to Apple ''iMac'' systems), whereupon I'd sent out phone text message updates via my email account to my mother and ''Gracie'' and tried to get any information I could about the storm's path and it's swath of damage locally.
Also on Thursday I'd managed to break the window blinds unit in my bedroom because, as I was later to discover, whomever had ''installed'' the units had done a piss-poor ''half-assed'' job, and of course the units themselves being made of cheap fragile Chinese plastic.
I was woken up to power being restored at a little past 2:00 Friday morning (Sep. 15), I immediately began resetting the clocks and gathering up ruined food items from the refrigerator to discard in three separate trips, buck-nekkid and free, as I was still largely the only resident in our entire apartment complex who had not evacuated (one other resident seemed to have resisted the urge to leave, but unlike myself he continued to have ''activities'' of some sort outside of the area, whereas I'd remained indoors-- sleeping a majority of the time --as a homebody). I then had to make preparations for work later in the day, as I would be expected to be back on my regular shift.
Stopped into ''Dollar Tree'' on Florida Highway 54 after work Saturday (Sep. 16) hoping to load-up on a few ''mealy'' type canned items only to find that nearly everything in these sections of the store had been stripped from the shelves, so I was limited to a few cans of tropical fruit chunks, some canned beans, and more junk-chips.
Finally called my mother after work the next Sunday (Sep. 17) with what was intended to be a relatively short call but which lasted for just shy of three-and-a-half hours!
''My Date with 'IRMA''' ~ (full week in review)
September 25 - October 1, 2017 (Monday-Sunday) ~ [edited & merged]
After about a week's worth of giving me attitude (major difficulties booting or recognizing attached peripherals, despite cleaning/dusting off internal components, conducting full system scans for viruses/malware/adware, detaching and switching components around, conducting ''hard resets,'' and ultimately attempting repairs with the operating system's installation disc), I was forced on Tuesday (Sep. 26) to (reluctantly) bring my desktop computer system into an area repair shop I'd chosen only because of it was the only shop anywhere in the general region with more than literally only ''one'' or ''two'' online customer reviews (in contrast, the location I'd decided upon had exactly ''three'' reviews, and those reviews reeked somewhat ''less'' suspiciously of self-promoting ''fake reviews''). I made it no secret that because of how badly I'd been repeatedly ''burned'' by that sham operation in Roanoke my faith & trust in ''computer repair'' shops was going to become a big challenge to be restored, despite all of the self-congratulatory reassurances that they were ladling over me.
In the interim, I decided to set up my laptop ''back-up'' system to run through the designated ''desktop'' peripherals (with the exception of course of my ''7.1 surround sound'' audio system). It was during this set-up, while having the benefit of being able to view a larger-screen version of the laptop screen, that I was able to determine that the ''theme'' I'd chosen for the laptop's cycling wallpapers presentation (which I'd affectionately dubbed, ''Pretty Panties,'' as that was the main focus of the images collected for that purpose) was not really as impressive as I'd originally presumed it would be, and that all of the effort I'd put into editing the selected theme images (past & pending) ultimately was not worth any of that time and energy, so I came to the decision to replace that theme with the ''Pussy-Eating'' series of artistically-rendered cycling images that I'd hoped to use with the secondary desktop whenever I'd gotten around to installing ''Linux'' onto it, which also already acts as a ''temporary'' theme on the second ''kick-around'' laptop.
Another assault of migraines and digestive tract issues kept me pretty much incapacitated and housebound all throughout Wednesday (Sep. 27), interfering with my intentions to clean & organize the apartment in preparation for the waterline inspections scheduled for Friday. This event also gave me the opportunity to test out a personal theory that I might be able to alleviate the head pain by way of alcoholic beverage in the form of wine I'd purchased about a week earlier, only to learn that it did nothing to soothe either the pain or the stomach/intestinal issues.
My ailment also put a delay in my intention to (hopefully) try to return & exchange the unopened packages of frozen food items that I'd left inside the freezer throughout the hurricane power outage until the following day (Thu., Sep. 28), which I would've actually preferred doing a week earlier but for my paranoia wanting to allow some time to pass to ensure that old stocks had been discarded and properly rotated out. To my pleasant surprise, both ''Publix'' and ''Winn-Dixie'' allowed for the exchanges -- even when I was not able to produce the receipt for several additional items (I suspect, based on what I seemed to have observed during the ''W-D'' transaction, that the receipts perhaps contain personal purchasing information in the receipt's ''bar codes'' that can access our individual purchasing histories... perhaps more true of ''Double-D's,'' as I now refer to them, because of the use of their ''discount'' cards which do indeed maintain a database with our individual personal purchase information).
During Friday's (Sep. 29) door-to-door apartment checks for water leaks I tried to discuss some of the possibilities for the supposed increased water usage (which actually began being made mention of back when half of the units were still unoccupied), including the possibility that the water/sewer provider might even be ''cooking the books'' to tack on additional charges (not too unlike what our electricity provider, ''Duke Energy,'' had recently tried to get away with against their customers in Pinellas County, using the recent hurricane as a convenient curtain to hide behind), assuming that anyone was even being sent to actually come take any readings at all, and the maintenance/repair man revealed that the water meter ''flow clock'' has not even been running, not making meter reading possible anyway. (He'd also confirmed what I already knew about the heavier usage of the laundry room, which apparently the ''extra revenue'' is still not enough to offset much of the [current] costs.)
I'd acquired two more teenaged girls' panties over the weekend: these would get added to about three other teens' underpants that had either been left unsecured (occasionally lying out in the open in plain sight) or otherwise made carelessly accessible, plus another adult woman's panty that I'd literally ''fished-out'' through the holes of her locker, which I'd also absconded with throughout the earlier past couple of weeks, of which item acquisitions I'd chosen not make independent mention of at the times. (I could've easily added about three more of the items to the mix, except that they were more like ''sports panties'' and really lacked any real or readily noticeable ''feminine'' qualities about them, which because of such I'd chosen to pass on them.)
''Full Week in Review''
October 2 - 8, 2017 (Monday-Sunday)
Postponed going to the property management office to renew my lease on Wednesday (Oct. 4) due to weather- and health-related concerns, opting instead to venture out on the following day (Thu., Oct. 5), even though the weather was behaving ambiguously then as well. As I'd attempted to pull the motorcycle out of the driveway I felt it lock in place then proceed to fall onto its side ... I had then become aware that I'd forgotten to unlock the securing cable from my rear wheel. Ironically, for all of the searching I'd been doing in order to find a replacement for the busted reflector from when I'd first toppled the motorcycle, had I actually succeeded in replacing the missing item, this incident would've likely caused me to lose that one as well.
Although I was expecting to see an increase in my rent for the next lease cycle (considering how I had to negotiate to retain my monthly rent at the current rate), I was relieved that the increase was still one and a half times less than what was proposed for the previous contract, so I'd decided to renew without any begrudgement. I also took the opportunity to inquire about the possibility of being permitted to cover the entirety of my lease agreement with a single payment-in-full, to which I was informed that I'd be allowed to do so.
I'd since discovered that I could indeed use my ''surround sound'' speakers system with the laptop, but not where I'm actually able to use it in its full ''5.1'' range.
''Full Week in Review''
October 16 - 22, 2017 (Monday-Sunday)
En route back to the apartment after the conclusion of my workshift on Monday (Oct. 16) I pulled in to visit the landscaping nursery on East Lake Road, named ''Landmark Nursery'' in Tarpon Springs, with the intention of inquiring about a ''coral honeysuckle,'' so that could have something to grow in the empty patch spaces through the autumn and winter seasons, but throughout the discussion about that particular plant and other options that were being suggested by the owner I learned that ''Passion Fruit,'' contrary to my original assumptions, actually grew on vines, and I wound up making the decision to purchase it instead for $30.
After getting my new plant established, I proceeded to trek out to ''The Home Depot'' to acquire a couple of completing ''fencing'' sections, some soil mix, an ''ornamental'' hot pepper plant, and a few packets of seeds to try to start a second batch of carrots as well as to try my hand at attempting to bring forth another crop of yellow squash.
During the return trip from garden supply shopping I rode into the computer repair shop to retrieve my now dead system (which they claimed consisted of a completely irreparable motherboard and completely dead power supply box -- the latter of which showed absolutely no signs of problems prior to my taking the system in for repair work... so my suspicion antennae responded on full alert yet again). As I'd already priced ''refurbished'' systems through Web searches and found that they were being offered at prices well-near or in the range of what the repair technician estimated the building of a completely ''new'' system similar to what I had would end up costing me, I simply gave him the ''go-ahead'' to build me a complete system with ''all-new'' components.
I had been trying since that preceding weekend to get into contact with my great-uncle's daughter in Rocky Mount, Virginia to determine whether or not the annual family get-together they'd hold during that ''harvest season'' venerated day was still a thing, as it was my desire & intent to use that gathering as a convenient excuse and opportunity to pay a family visit to the area and to get a breather away from ugly dismal-assed Florida for a spell. I finally heard back from her Tuesday afternoon (Oct. 17) and we talked for about 3/4 of an hour, during which time I subtly pumped her for more clarifying information about the family structure of our Rocky Mount relatives, during which I was corrected re: the relationship of her father and my grandfather (being ''uncle'' and ''nephew'' respectively, rather than ''brothers,'' as I'd initially believed), and reaffirming that the ''patriarch'' of that half of my family-- my great-great-grandfather --never had a ''mother'' listed on his birth records, which suspects that he was the product of a ''black'' father and a ''white'' mother and was given to a member of ''our'' family tree to be raised who may not have even been related to the family line at all. (Yaaaaayyyyy, Racism!)
I'd finally managed to engage in conversation with the ''new-ish'' neighbors in the southeast corner apartment Saturday morning (Oct. 21) -- a now-alone 20-some-odd-year-old female whose ''man'' had now allegedly gone and gotten himself ''in trouble'' once again (according to Kelly, he had just gotten out of jail before he and his girlfriend, Ariel, had moved in) and her Mom (Jodie), with whom I was conversing most, who was now staying with her daughter for a period of time in the interim. During this talk time I'd of course deliberately slipped into the conversation that I love to lick pussy, still hoping to plant a seed of interest in somebody's mind.
And on the topic of ''pussy,'' I'd made the conscious decision to bypass the latest opportunity to steal two additional pairs of teenaged-girls' panties over the weekend -- in one instance not only because they were too easily accessible but because I'd already lifted one from the same locker only a couple of weeks earlier and I did not want to set a ''pattern,'' and the other panty I'd decided were too small-looking and not noticeably ''feminine'' enough, so my thought was that maybe I could wait to see if anything more enticing might present itself at some later date.
''Full Week in Review''
September 23 - 26, 2017 (Monday-Thursday)
For the second Monday after work (Sep. 23) I went to ''Home Depot'' for more gardening supplies, this time a final fencing piece to give the garden a ''full enclosure'' and for two new ''starter'' plants-- an okra plant and another red bell pepper --along with a couple of packets of ''string bean'' seeds -- another one of the ''Contender'' variety and one called ''Royal Burgundy'' which supposedly produces dark purple seed pods, both of which I'd held off from planting until the following morning (Tue., Sep. 24).
On Thursday (Sep. 25) I finally managed to uncover the latest ant nest inside the apartment, which had been established yet again inside one of the keep cases of my ''URUSEI YATSURA'' DVD collection!
Also was informed by Jodie that the empty apartment on the other end of my side of the complex was already being rented out to somebody after I'd made mention to her that I was concerned that the property manager was still allowing the apartment to be shown to prospective renters while still not having bothered to replace the busted-out window glass in the rear exit door.
''Week in Review''
October 27 - 29, 2017 (Friday-Sunday)
Saturday (Oct. 28) presented me another opportunity to steal another teen girl's panties, even as I passed over the half-dozen others mentioned earlier that I still had access to, although I did come very close to taking off with another brassiere during my Sunday work shift (Oct. 29) to which I'd continued to have unguarded direct access and had been inspecting over the past several weekends.
I actually did decide on Sunday to return one of the ''adult'' women's panties which had been among one of the earliest of the intimate articles of clothing I'd acquired in this manner: I'm willing to believe that they were never even noticed to have been missing from their place. I did so mainly because I was running out of spots in the bedroom in which to hang any newly acquired panties, and because this particular panty was my least favorite of the bunch, being that it was the ''plainest'' looking.
''Weekend in Review''
October 31, 2017 (Tuesday)
After nearly two weeks of searching online for a replacement computer tower system-- having grown tired of waiting for the computer repair shop to get back to me about configuring a new system as a replacement for the one I'm still convinced they'd partially damaged beyond the issues I'd brought it in for --I finally decided to make a semi-blind purchase of an ''AMD-based'' configuration (without any of the peripheral accessories) from an outfit based in Georgia for just under $400 via ''ebay'' (but have yet to receive anything in the way of an ''email confirmation'').
Later in the day I tried to get the ''Linux'' system up and running to determine which of the hard drives in the broken system contained my personal files, but I only managed to get the system to start-up only once, then it subsequently did not want to acknowledge any further attempts to access any of the hard drives.
23:00, Eastern Daylight Time
November 3 - 5, 2017 (Friday-Sunday)
So another opportunity to abscond off with another teenaged girl's panties from the worksite Saturday (Nov. 4) was rejected... not because I did not truly want them, but because they were dirty & stained in such a way that was far from consistent with ''normal wear'' (more like they had been picked up from a dirty abandoned apartment that had been exposed to the elements) and were made ''accessible'' in a questionable, almost seemingly deliberate way, from an apparently undisturbed in any other way source where they had not been present during the previous weekend.
While checking my post office box contents after the end of my workshift it revealed a key to one of the parcel lockers, causing me to suspect that the computer tower I'd ordered had arrived, but I had difficulty imagining that such a package would be small enough to fit neatly inside even the largest of the parcel lockers -- I would later suspect on Sunday (Nov. 5) that the actual contents might actually have been my mother's home-made ''watermelon-rind jelly'' that she had told me she would be sending to my sister and myself, but an online check of the delivery tracking information acknowledges that the computer delivery had indeed been made and had arrived on Friday (Nov. 3).
Before I had a chance to leave the post office parking lot I was approached by an older woman who was offering Bible Study literature as part of her ''Field Service'' as one of Jehovah's Witnesses, which I graciously accepted and inquired about the location of the ''local'' Kingdom Hall which I'd yet not managed to come across during any of my random travels (as if it had been too difficult to check a phone book or conduct an online search for the location all this time that I've been living here).
In what seemed in passing a ''good'' (and contemplative) event in that brief meeting would quickly have that foundation shot out from under me as ever so ''coincidentally'' the ''Shit'' kept ''hitting the Fan'' from then-on... first with the neighbor in the apartment on the north-side of Kelly's once again hogging me out of my parking space, then leading to a showdown with an on-duty employee and manager at the ''KFC'' close to my place of work later that night, where I'd hoped to grab a quick meal during the free time I'd chosen to give myself, only to be told that only the ''drive-thru'' was open for business, despite my insistent pointing out to them that absolutely *NOTHING* on either their website NOR ON THEIR BUILDING indicated that the 23:00 ''closing time'' had anything at all to do with informing customers that the ''lobby'' would close at any ''earlier'' times and leave only the ''drive-thru'' open for the remainder of those times listed (which led me to seek out alternative eateries only to discover that there is apparently a similar trend among nll of lthe ''fast food'' restaurants in the Tampa Bay area where they shut shit down inexplicably early... even (and ESPECIALLY) on the WEEKENDS! In any event, since ''KFC'' conflated this issue due to their lack of informative on-site ''signage'' or online clarification, I'd deemed the affront significant enough to bring me to the decision to no longer patronize ''KFC'' with any more of my business (which is in contrast to the scathing ''survey review'' a left on ''Burger King's'' website on Saturday, where I'd complained that I was so insulted with what they called ''bacon'' burgers that I'd no longer order anything of theirs with ''bacon'' added other than their breakfast croissant).
''Weekend in Review''
November 6 - 9, 2017 (Monday-Thursday)
Retrieved my new computer unit from the Post Office immediately after work on Monday (Nov. 6), and what I thought would've been a two-day job (three, at the most) restructuring the unit-- both in physical expansion by scavenging hardware parts from the fallen system, and in transferring the contents of the old hard drive onto the one --was still uncompleted by Thursday night (Nov. 9), still having to reset all of the program preferences I thought would've transferred over.
Not only was it taking considerably longer than first assumed to get everything back up to ''normal'' speed, but I'd received angry shock early on during the strip-down process of reconfiguring everything when I'd decided to pseudo-setup the ''Linux'' machine with some of the swapped-out parts and decided to see to what extent I could log into the old ''Windows 7'' hard drive (since I'd once been able to boot into ''Windows XP'' many months ago, albeit with limited usable features) only to discover that the entire system (to the extent that I'd used it) ran flawlessly, to the point where I'd almost seriously considered disrupting the files transfer process (from what was mirrored on the primary laptop, since the new machine did not have the sufficient number of SATA connectors to accommodate hooking up the additional hard drive -- although in hindsight I realized that I could've simply temporarily disconnected one of the exchanged optical drives I'd mounted into the unit) and see if I could achieve the same result in the new unit, ultimately deciding against it not only because of the necessary ''disruptive'' action that would've been required but also (mainly) in recognition that having the pair of 2-TB hard drives as both the ''primary'' and ''backup'' system storage disks was preferable to using a 400-GB ''primary'' or even using it as a ''temporary-until-transfer'' setup only to later be required to jump thorough a whole helluvalot of hoops to go through the entire ''renaming'' process.
Also decided on Tuesday (Nov. 7) that I've finally HAD IT with ''CHASE'' credit card service, because I've grown ABSOLUTELY INFURIATINGLY TIRED!!!! of CONSTANTLY being FORCED by these ASSHOLES to keep CHANGING MY #@CK!NG PASSWORD-- WITH NO PRIOR WARNINGS OR EXPLANATIONS --in order to access my online account with them! FUCK THIS HORSESHIT!!!!!
''Week in Review''
November 20, 2017 (Monday)
After the past week of having to focus my attentions on reformatting my computer program preferences in tandem with spending practically a full day of trying to get my ''HealthCare.gov'' reassessment updated, plus two days of activity-effecting complications from another assault of migraines with digestive upset, my intentions of doing some significant early preparations for my intended hiatus out of the state, so that I still had much of the packing and sorting to get done this morning when I had hoped to be on the road.
Because of these delays I wasn't able to submit payment to the property managers to cover my full lease rental contact until early this morning, and only after then was I finally able to get around to performing the needed oil change on my motorcycle. Unfortunately, due to my own absentmindedness, I had inadvertently let the battery drain following a series of engine restarts that were required to flush my system out more thoroughly -- a process which cause me to realize that prior oil changes I'd performed myself had not truly drained from the system sufficiently, and made me more than a bit worried that I might not have had enough new oil on-hand for even a bare-minimum refill. So while I was relieved to learn that the oil I still had to work with was just barely enough to get by, I would become disturbed to learn about the drained battery.
I had hoped that by the time I'd finished packing and doing some last-minute touch-ups & cleaning around the apartment before departure that the ''rest'' would've been sufficient enough to allow the motorcycle battery to regain enough strength to at least turn the engine by the time I'd decided I was ready to depart... unfortunately the ICE would not ignite, leaving me stranded and wondering how I was next going to proceed. I'd asked around of several of the on-site neighbors if any of them had any jumper cables, and as expected, all answers came back in the negative, until Kelly (my 'direct-across' neighbor) recalled that she had been given something some time back by her visitor (boyfriend?) which consisted of a ''lighter to-lighter'' link which was supposed to recharge a weak/drained battery via the cigarette lighter of the engine-running ''donor'' vehicle, and all that it truly accomplished was to waste Kelly's visitor's time and her car's gasoline.
After all of the ''on location'' failed attempts at helping me to solve the problem, I called the ''AutoZone'' on Grand Bvd. to ask if they carried AC chargers for motorcycle batteries, then walked the two and a quarter miles to make the purchase (since I also apparently could not bribe anyone with a couple of dollars ''for gas'' to ride me out there). So by the time I got back to the apartment and set-up the charging station it was already around 20:00 hours and starting to get chilly -- and since I hadn't gotten any semblance of sleep for almost a straight 24-hours, I decided to cut my losses and delay my departure until the following morning whenever I feel rested-up enough and feel ready to brave the pre-dawn chill and (hopefully not) expectant rain.
23:00, Eastern Standard Time
November 21 - 28, 2017 (Tuesday-Tuesday)
Finally made my way out onto the road early Tuesday morning (Nov. 21) shortly after 05:30, following the most direct (but not shortest or most time-advantageous) route via Interstate Highways #75/40/81, arriving at the family home Wednesday morning (Nov. 22), somewhere in the neighborhood of 11:00, more or less. Just as I was about to open the garage door to wheel my motorcycle inside in advance of calling her cell phone number to inquire whether or not she was at home inside, my mother came outside of the house on her way to get something to eat (I had already stopped into the ''Burger King'', Main Street, Salem for my own breakfast ahead of completing the final leg of the trip). She had informed me that Darlene (my grandfather's uncle's daughter), whom I'd called the previous month to ask about the annual family event and had instructed not to reveal my intention to attempt to travel to southwestern Virginia for a visit, had not respected my request and had informed my mother of my intentions, yet was still unprepared for my arrival, having suspected that I would not dare brave riding in the cold.
We left for Thursday's family event in Rocky Mount (Nov. 23) sometime after 13:00 and constituted only a very small handful of attendees. I was appreciative that Darlene was someone other than my mother with whom I could engage in deep informative and meaningful conversations about everything from Biblical examination to socio-political issues and not feel as if I was being perceived as either a psycho or an infidel.
My mother had intended to take me to visit her sisters and senile mother in Martinsville the following day (Fri., Nov. 24), but due to scheduling inconveniences on the other side we'd all agreed to delay any visits until Sunday (Nov. 26).
On Friday (Nov. 24) I'd agreed to prepare a pasta & vegetables w/ fried fish fillets meal and ventured to the supermarket where ''Gracie'' works to purchase the necessary items, uncertain as to whether or not I'd actually run across her to let her know of my visitation in town. Not spotting her anywhere in-store I'd decided to stop by her apartment (initially knocking on the wrong door) to attempt to pay her a quick visit and perhaps invite her to dinner, but either she was not inside or she might have been sleeping awefully soundly. When I'd returned to the house and mentioned that I'd given consideration to inviting Gracie over for meal and company, my mother decided to reach out to her with a phone call and got only her ''voicemail'' prompt, suggesting to my mother that Gracie had allowed her phone service to lapse.
Sunday morning ended the visitation run with a visit to the aforementioned female family members, preceded by a brief stop-over to her brother Danny's house. On the return trip, my aunt accompanied us back to town so that she could spend a couple of days at one of her grandchildrens' residences (which happened to be a government-funded ''Hood Housing'' project) -- the very same grandchildren whose ''lampreying'' off of her were ultimately responsible for her being evicted from her long-held apartment just as I was in the process of engaging in my own relocation plans.
Upon returning to the house I began committing my attentions to repacking my personal items, as well as reclaiming a couple of items I'd initially left behind when I'd made my final trip to set-up my permanent residence in Florida, including the alarm clock/radio I'd believed that I had brought along or mailed to myself at that time.
I had planned on opting to allow the GPS to recommend the supposed ''best route'' for the return trip I was to embark upon Monday morning (Nov. 27), having set up the unit on the motorcycle the previous evening. However, when Monday morning rolled around and I attempted to feed power to the unit I could not get the unit to charge as it should have. I had my mother test the cable and unit in her vehicle in order to learn that the charging problem was the result of some unknown connection failure with the ''cigarette lighter'' port, subsequently explaining the possible reason why the ''port-to-port'' car battery recharger failed to work properly.
As a result of the inaccessible GPS, the only route I was ''certain'' of to deliver me to my destination was the one I'd made the trip on earlier, so I'd intended to ''backtrack'' on that same route. But in a moment of caught-off-guard confusion I had decided to branch off of Interstate 81 onto I-40 ''east'' (toward ''Asheville'') rather than taking the ''west'' route (toward ''Knoxville''), whereupon I found myself winding through the ''national parks'' mountain passes through North Carolina. Although I did not mind the additional riding time or the bonus scenic tour, I was still concerned with trying to find an alternate route through to Atlanta so that I could connect with I-40 south. While reviewing a road map of the state at the first ''visitor's center'' I'd come across, I was offered assistance in trying to find my new route by one of the staff persons who charted out the most direct route that would get me back on track. Somehow during the trip I'd managed to veer off of United States Highway #23 and had instead traversed down U.S. 76: using the NC road map that I still had in my possession and within convenient access I managed to re-establish the proper outlined route and continue unfettered for the remainder of the distance.
During the final leg of my trip I finally worked up the nerve to throw a sizable degree of caution to the wind and walk unencumbered into several ''designated'' women's restrooms to do my business (as no matter how ''well cared for'' they may be, I simply cannot STAND to be inside of the vast majority of facilities designated as ''men's'' restrooms): the first incident taking place during the late-morning hours, just before 10:30, at a ''Marathon'' fuel pumping station (slash) convenience mart (slash) ''Subway'' sandwich shop space renter in ) Glade Springs, Virginia; followed by a couple of ''highway rest stop'' breaches during the overnight/darkmorning hours of Tuesday (Nov. 28), doing so once somewhere in a southern part of Georgia (where the arrangement of the doors & signs were such that I could've perhaps feigned a lack of careful observation and claimed ''accidental'' encroachment), with the second incident taking place right after crossing into Florida at the ''Welcome Center'' on Interstate 75; then lastly on what was to be my final rest break which took place at the ''Burger King'' on ''Newberry Road'' in Gainesville, where I went inside to eat a breakfast and simultaneously charge my cell phone while doing some work on the laptop, only to learn that I'd actually been running the all of the electronic activity off of the laptop battery, as I was to learn that there was actually no electrical current coursing through the restaurant's wall outlet where I had been sitting. In each restroom instance I'd conducted the breach while remaining fully wrapped & covered in my thickly layered ''winter riding'' protective clothing, which included keeping all of my face except for my eyes covered over, removing any items at all only after having placed my breakfast order at Burger King.
Paying closer attention this time around, I'd come to the determination that the outrageously hair-raising driving habits I've been launching invective about since residing in Florida is, based on all of my (current and albeit limited) observations, seemingly less of a ''statewide'' phenomenon and is something that is more peculiar particularly to the ''Tampa Bay'' region. Not to say that all of the other traffic I'd encountered during my trek through Florida was calm & relaxing -- Gainesville's brand of traffic proved quite the worry stirrer, as it could've easily been likened to a ''mini-Atlanta'' for its stressfulness and navigation challenges.
I'd finally arrived back on location somewhere right in the neighborhood of 11:40 (I had stated before I left that my end-goal aim and expectation was for around Noon Tuesday). Immediately after immediately undressing (not a typo) I called my head supervisor at work to update him on my return status, then immediately followed-up with a call to my mother to check-in with her that I'd arrived safely, as I'd promised to do so. Shorly prior to ending the call she had informed me of the death of Darlene's husband just this very morning -- I called Darlene's number right after ending the call with my mother and left a voicemail of condolence.
Sent an SMS text message (attempt) to ''Gracie's'' phone number late in the evening informing her to be on the lookout of an email I'd submitted to her inbox, letting her know that I had indeed been in the area for several days, but trying not to say anything in any way that might've been interpreted by her that anything ''deeper'' or more substantial was in any way being implied.
''Florida Hiatus'' Week In Review
November 30 – December 3, 2017 (Thursday-Sunday)
Restored my wind mobiles & chimes outside on Thursday (Nov. 30) having taken them all inside prior to leaving for my out-of-state trip, but I delayed setting up the string of solar-powered LED ''flowers'' that I'd ordered which had also arrived shortly before my vacation departure: I was disappointed to learn that the flowers did not ''transition & change colors'' as I was expecting/hoping would be similar to how my ''hummingbirds'' mobile operated, but instead only allowed selection between non-alternating ''static'' colors which offered either an all-simultaneous ''blinking'' strand function or a steady ''always on'' feature... or simply switched off altogether. My most needling concern regarding the light string was the unfortunate ''timing'' of their display: being so close to the so-called ''Holiday Season'' I was certain that everyone would automatically associate them with being ''X-mas lights'' -- and because of my neighbor across-the-way, Kelly, having had decked-out her outer surroundings with X-mas decorations during my absence, I wanted even more not to give that impression (I'm already of the belief that she is and has been competing with me for the apartment complex's non-existent ''Outside Aesthetics Award'' and is determined to ''outshine'' my efforts at every turn, so the last thing I want or need is to have her thinking that I've simply been responding in kind).
I'd been dealing with discomforting hemorrhoids for much of the week, but really flared-up Friday (Dec. 1) to the point of bleeding profusely.
Also read a return email message from ''Gracie,'' wherein she stated that she had a new phone number she was operating under and that the phone under the number which we had in our records was being assigned more or less as her email checking portal.
Tampa Bay ''Panty Thief'' raids teenaged girls' intimate undies yet again Saturday morning (Dec. 2), snatching a lacy black ''Victoria's Secret'' solid number from an unsecured backpack while having refused five (5) other available items ripe for the taking -- again due to ''styling'' that was either found lacking in their representation of ''femininity'' or were simply deemed too bland or otherwise unappealing, including the ugliest ''stringiest'' thong (which I can't stand those things anyway -- especially when they hold not even the slightest passing hint of the scent of that delightful heavenly ''pussy essence'' that has become my ''catnip'') and a couple that were still on site which I'd sidestepped numerous times over the past several months.
Was also taken quite aback at how rapidly the weeds had been attempting to gain a foothold in my garden in such a short time of absence; I also decided to try planting a couple of more squash seeds in the mound Saturday morning, as the smallest pair of the original plants had completely withered over the course of my absence.
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