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After having decided I'd had enough of all of these ''icicles'' covering my forearms, and satisfied with the results following the use of chemical hair remover (especially considering the lack of irritating itching throughout the regrowth process), I've been making it a regular habit to (try to) keep my arms shaved.
The past several weeks of work had really put me through the beat-down, as our head supervisor had continually threw a series of curve-balls that disrupted my normal routine and which resulted in my arrival to work considerably (or much) later that what he had rescheduled me for. On top of all of that, he'd been having me working double-shift Mondays for about a month straight.
And regarding the supposed interest in my ''Pussy-Eating'' offer that arose toward the end of the season... Absolutely No Surprise At All Whatsoever that it went absolutely nowhere.
March 2 - 5, 2020 (Monday-Thursday)
After another ''Double-shift Monday'' (Mar. 2) I decided that I'd wanted to give that ''Hungry Howie's'' pizza a try (of course using an online ''promo-code''), and I honestly swear that as part of a national chain they have the absolutely LOUSIEST (so-called) pizza of any I've ever eaten!
I decided Tuesday (Mar. 3) that I'd procrastinated long enough on a number of things, so I rode out to ''Walmart'' mainly for paste car wax (deciding to upgrade from the ''spray wax'' I'd been using since noticing a couple of spots of sun damage on the back of my motorcycle late last month), but also with the intent grabbing a few produce items, and another hot beverage mug to replace the second DC ''Justice League'' cup I'd broken in a sink (this time from shaking-up newly added sugar inside a jug of iced tea I'd brewed at the job site), only this time opting for a cheaper ''Florida-promoting'' novelty mug, plus I wanted to check & see if they'd by chance had any African Violets, rather than waiting for a later date to check for their availability at either ''Lowe's'' or ''Home Depot'' (but I was told they had not have yet received any). While there, I also decided to look into the possibility of purchasing some cheap work shoes (rather than waiting to get them later at ''Macy's'' just so I could get another chance to use their card on another set of expensive shoes only to risk the same rates of rapid deterioration I've been experiencing with every other ''pricey'' shoe I've been purchasing up to this time) and decided on some under-$20 ''FUBU'' in a remarkably comfortable half- to full-size larger than what I normally wear, but had no idea how any of the other ''normal'' sizes would've fared anyway as nothing of that particular style in any of those other sizes were available anyway.
So I finally got motivated early Thursday evening (Mar. 5) to put a long-overdue wash-&-wax job on the motor, with disappointing results in the ''polishing'' outcome.
Unmentioned Highlights from Previous Quarter...
''Week in Review''
March 6 - 8, 2020 (Friday-Sunday)
Turns out that my expectation for a release and return to normalcy at my place of work was to be shattered, but this time due to a genuine tragedy, as one of our long-time crew members had to be hospitalized Friday Morning (Mar. 6) after having been plowed into by a teenaged student driver who (according to what I was able to gather both documentally and via word-of-mouth) had just received her ''Learner's Permit,'' and her idiot parent (mother) thought it was a marvelous idea to allow her daughter to ''learn'' by navigating in actual Tampa Bay morning traffic conditions -- supposedly, the girl panicked in a moment of confusion and had accidentally pushed on the accelerator instead of the brake peddle. As a result of his injuries, it remains unclear as to when he may be able to make a full recovery and return to regular work, depending on the severity of his injuries (at first I was informed by our chief supervisor that he had sustained several breaks in one of legs along with some internal injuries; Sunday Morning (Mar. 8) I walked in on my shift partner conversing with another of our co-workers saying that the injuries were not that severe and that nothing had actually been broken).
Discovered after returning from a post-workday light grocery shopping stop at ''Winn-Dixie'' following another ''double-shift'' Saturday (Mar. 7) that I had somehow again inexplicably managed to crack a glass coffee-maker carafe, spurring me to look into the possibility of trading the ''Mr.Coffee'') concept in for a good old-fashioned tried-&-true metal percolator, which causes me to be more than a bit hesitant, as I'm of the habit of allowing whatever it is I'm brewing to long-steep along with being stirred around like mad in an attempt to squeeze out every possible molecule I can from whatever leaves/beans I'm drawing from.
After work Sunday, made another brief en route grocery-shopping stop-- this time at ''Publix'' --to see if they had a few of the items ''on-sale'' that I'd hoped were similarly discounted at ''W/D'' but weren't: among the few items I grabbed were a few tubs of ''Breyer's'' brand 1/2-gallon containers, only to have me return to the store with them several hours later after discovering that what I'd purchased was *NOT* ''ice cream,'' but was that disgusting fake-ass ''Frozen Dairy Dessert'' garbage! ... and in trying to ''exchange'' them for something that was ''real'' ice cream found shelf-upon-shelf of nothing but that fake whatchamacallit and ''light'' ice cream -- the only products under their brand name actually labeled ''ice cream'' is all the boring stuff.
After returning from ''Publix'' empty-handed (because I'd refused to repurchase any of ''Breyer's'' bogus nonsense, and nothing else in the display case that was comparable was on sale), I worked in the garden, transplanting the sole carrot plant to a hopefully more sun-rich area (the broccoli and brussels are basically usurping every bit of available space) and planting the half-dozen burgundy beans that I'd been soak-sprouting over the weekend.
Some time prior to the fake ice cream return-&-exchange trip, I'd somehow managed to knock off my ''lighted'' keyboard from atop of my computer tower while doing some stuff online, and somehow this managed to knock its typing function completely out, even though the board still lights-up (in ''default blue'' mode) and despite the computer's ''device manager'' proclaiming that the product is ''working properly'' -- I'm really doubtful as to whether I even want to bother with trying to buy another replacement.
''Weekend in Review''
March 9 - 15, 2020 (Monday-Sunday)
While working the second of my double shift on Monday (Mar. 9) I used one of the office computers to place an ''Amazon'' order (which included the debated replacement USB lighted keyboard and ''4-cup'' percolator), using some of the ''cash back'' points I'd earned with my ''Capital One'' credit card, which Amazon has been accepting for about a couple of months now, along with the ''Chase freedom'' card, which I'd long since stopped using and which still has $0.18 worth of unused credit remaining on it.
The rest of the weekdays until Friday (Mar. 13) remained uneventful, with me once again staying cooped inside and for yet another week postponing washing my bedding (which now seems it may be harboring some biting bugs of some sort). I did finally get around to using the remainder of my potatoes to make my awesome ''Potataroni'' Salad, again making much more than I was anticipating in the end.
But trying to go through all of the current perishable food items is going to become even more of a challenge, as in a response to my widening girth I'm attempting to adjust my diet to instituted some variation of the ''OMAD'' (''One Meal A Day'') routine. In line with this, I was inspired Friday by the body-toning results of an Asian vlogger who had documented his 100-day ''journey'' and shared his daily routine, which I'd decided I could adopt myself (though of necessity starting much more slowly and working my way up), getting started later that afternoon, feeling sheer disappointment with myself for not being able to accomplish even one full ''unassisted'' sit-up -- so needless to say, I'm going to be having quite the long road ahead of me, but this time I'm determined to keep it going.
I stopped into ''Walmart'' on the return from work Saturday (Mar. 14) to purchase a can of spray paint for the apartment base boards and refill bottle of hand soap to replenish what's running low in the shower. After minutes of searching & not finding, I finally gave in and asked an associate for assistance, at which time I'd been shown that the stocks on the shelves where they were normally kept were completely bare, as were several other shelves for other products in the same general area, finding only one single bottle of a brand & type I actually did not want, but begrudgingly decided to retain when another woman who had similarly been searching for these types of products inquired where I'd obtained it. It took somewhere around half a minute before it finally clicked with me what was going on, then realizing that the numerous emptied shelves which held many of these soaps and other ''sanitary'' products were the result of people panicking in response to this ''coronavirus'' scare. In relation to this, I would learn only a few hours later in reported news articles that another factor contributing to the clearing of retail shelves for these type of items has been the result of disgusting greedy predators seeking to profit ''Harry Lime'' style off of people's fears who've been going around to various retail outlets buying-up entire shelves of these & related products with the intent of reselling them through online marketplaces with outrageously extreme mark-ups to take abominable soulless advantage of a supply shortage that they themselves have largely contributed to... evil heartless MONSTERS!
''Full Week in Review''
March 16 - 19, 2020 (Monday-Thursday)
Determined on Tuesday (Mar. 17) that it was time to harvest (along with two newly ripened papaya) my first broccoli head when I observed a few tiny dot of yellow among the florets indicating that the flowering process was about to take place. I followed that up shortly by emailing an image of these first fruits of my garden produce to my mother as well as ''blind carbon copying'' it to ''Gracie'' and ''Cherry'' -- neither of whom I've heard back from in quite some time. I was disappointed that I still had yet to observe any of the pre-sprouted Burgundy Beans I'd put into the ground over a week prior breaking through the soil surface.
Having finally grown thoroughly frustrated with the limitations of the newer set of computer speakers, with regard to their lack of a pseudo-Surround Sound ''Matrix Mode'' and, especially, their inability to remain set in an upright standing position, I resorted to switching the sound system back out despite the infuriating issues I'd been having with volume control stability which, after re-establishing the set-up, SEEMED as if it was finally going to decide to work properly, only for it to resume it's fluctuating or canceling out altogether unless the knob dial was manually cranked to its maximum, forcing me to (try to) compensate in the computer's software sound management system.
As the sound system switch-out was similarly in preparation for my next attempt at trying to set-up the $400 computer tower as a ''Linux'' system, I spent part of Wednesday (Mar. 18) trying to get those internal components reinserted and prepped and moving the hardware back close in toward their assigned position.
I also spent some time spray painting the baseboards inside the bedroom, leaving the job not even half-done as a result of the crappy results I'd achieved, especially behind the computer towers.
Later, in the early evening, I'd decided to retrieve my ''Amazon'' package, only to find a notice from the P.O. staff that the parcel was too large and required my claiming it at the Desk, which I had to postpone as it had already been past closing time. Included in the rest of the ''regular mail'' was a notice from the ''IRS'' instructing me to submit my ''health care tax credit'' Form which f*cking "Turbo Tax" refused to direct me to, even explaining (after long tiring searching) that because of Donald J. ''CHUMP'' eliminating the health coverage ''mandate'' the information was no longer required to be submitted! (fucking bastards!)
''Week in Review''
March 20 - 22, 2020 (Friday-Sunday)
I'd stopped into the ''Dollar Tree'' on my way back to the apartment after work Saturday (Mar. 21) to grab a few spray bottles of hypochlorite tile cleaner, a few cartons of facial tissue, and a few tubes of toothpaste -- most of the ''hygienic'' and ''cleansing/disinfecting'' related products had been assessed a ''four-item per visit'' limit, which of course I had no problem with. But as I was putting my purchases away in the motorcycle, preparing to leave, a Latin woman called out to me from her vehicle attempting to ''girly-plead'' with me to have me return inside the store to purchase for her some additional items of hand sanitizer, since she had already maxed-out on her own purchase of a ''four-item limit.'' Rather than being able to come up with a more effective retort, I simply explained that I was on a time-sensitive schedule and needed to leave right then.
I had already retrieved my ''Amazon'' delivery from the Post Office the previous day (Fri., Mar. 20), and feeling that something was a bit ''off'' about the order, which I was not able to pick-up on or recall until the following morning, when thinking about opening a can of something or other caused me to realize that I was short the can opener I'd ordered: but as it would turn out upon review of my order list, I'd somehow managed to forget to include the item in with the rest of the order (feelin' stoopid).
I was also finally able to learn at that time why I'd felt so dissatisfied with the ''thumbtack-style'' rare earth magnets I'd received: not only were they perceived to be considerably ''smaller'' than what was impressed upon me by the promotional picture in the ad, they weren't even the same design: these having a smoother, more ''domed'' shape vs. the boxier, harder-edged design as shown in the promo-pic.
So my next step was to set aside a can opener in my online cart, along with seeking yet another replacement for my second broken mug. Regarding the latter, I've for the past few weeks been searching seemingly in vain for a ''Justice League'' mug that featured all of the movie's cast of characters that was NOT dependent on that b!tch-@$$ ''temperature-based'' picture reveal gimmick, finally managing to come across one that was acceptable but was required to be ordered separately, as I could not bundle it with my can opener and still qualify to receive ''free shipping'' on all items together.
Found many more empty store shelves after work Sunday (Mar. 22), including, to my amazement, the fresh produce sections. But my purpose for coming in was to grab a couple of loaves of bread for my ''soy-furters,'' only to find the entire bread section just cleared out of virtually everything but hot dog buns. (I still have absolutely no idea what stocking-up on toilet paper has to do with this viral pandemic, or any viral outbreak.)
''Weekend in Review''
March 23 - 26, 2020 (Monday-Thursday)
Increased my ''indoors exercise'' activity reps two-fold beginning Monday (Mar. 23); then on the following day (Tue., Mar. 24) I also decided to incorporate a ''jogging'' portion into my exercise routine, taking an ''around the block'' venture cutting through ''Sims Park,'' similarly needing to work on an unbroken ''build-up'' to limit the number of ''breather'' breaks along the chosen course. After completing my first jogging trip, I clipped another head from one of my broccoli plants along with the current mature pair of eggplants for a stir-fry meal that incorporated some of the leafy greens from one of the broccoli plants.
On Wednesday (Mar. 25), I found myself having to resubmit a photographic copy of my grocery receipt showing the requisite purchases of ''Thomas'' ''Swirl Bread'' + two additional (different) items of their brand (bagels) to qualify for their $10 gift card rebate offer -- this after they had the gall to send me an email response trying to weasel their way out of honoring my first ''evidence of purchase'' submission from Saturday (Mar. 21), so with this follow-up submission I not only resubmitted the photo of my purchase receipt, but also including within the new pair of images examples of the actual products I'd purchased on the date recorded on the original receipt, along with a notation explaining this and requesting that they honor the terms of their marketing promotion and fulfill their commitment to issuing the promised ''gift cards'' per their promotional gimmick.
Also took time to rifle-off an email to each of my ''three regulars'' to try to get an insight on how they're managing through this ''corona'' disruption: received a reply from ''Cherry'' the following day (Thu., Mar. 26), saying she and her husband were doing okay but were also contemplating relocating to ''Tennessee,'' especially now that she's pregnant and (oh, gee... what a shocker) ''not working'', nor planning on it now that she envisions herself as a stay-at-home Mom (all that expensive college ejumacayshun... and for what?).
I also decided to use the coronavirus panic as an excuse to attempt to reach back out to several of the women whom I'd engaged in a few chat sessions with during the days of my involvement on ''craigslist'' and ''Plenty of Flush'' -- particularly in an attempt to reach back out to ''Heather'' in Zephyrhills to see if I could somehow coax her back into welcoming another Pussy Eating session: Heather made the possibility seem somewhat favorable as I'd received rapid responses from her, with her informing me that she now had her own vehicle and that she'd gone without someone licking on her pussy for quite some time, even informing me, when asked, that she still keeps her ''pussy hair'' full and intact.
I also used this national slow-down to try to keep ''Mimi's'' attention tweaked, asking about how she and her household were faring, but also (of course) dropping the ''keeping interest'' bait of letting her know that the changing of the seasons has gotten me back into ravenous ''pussy hunger'' mode.
I also received an update from that ''THOMAS'' bread promotion, this time approving the ''$10 eGift Card'' which merely turned out to be limited to a bunch of ''girly'' shops -- cosmetics and other ''skin care'' products shops, spa visits, and ''women's athletic fashion'' shops... NONE of this shit which could ever possibly appeal to me! In other words, all of my efforts to get this ''gift card'' thing were all just one huge waste of time.
''Week in Review''
April 2, 2020 (Thursday)
Today had apparently been designated ''Dog Day Afternoon'' by all of the ''large dog'' owners in the complex; I'd tried to wait them out so that I could set-up a makeshift ''clothesline'' out on the deck to hang out my jogging outfit to drain & dry, devising the idea of using my camera tripod and re-purposing the original shower curtain rod that came with the apartment when I moved in for the mock-up -- but the longer I'd tried to wait them out the more that came out to congregate... all of them also apparently having not gotten the memo about ''Social Distancing'' in response to this ''CoViD-19'' quarantine measure.
As everyone was finally in the process of breaking-up the party, ''Cindy'' (the occupant of ''Kelly's'' old apartment) asked us all if any of us needed any quarters from the bank, as she was making a trip there, my suspicion being that my hanging out my wet clothes sparked the idea in her head -- I'd requested two rolls for myself and wrote out a personal check for the amount as reimbursement.
While fighting with my bedroom windows, which were failing due to the internal stabilization rod system becoming damaged, resulting in my forcibly having to remove them altogether, ''Tammy'' (my neighbor in the apartment right next to mine) decided to engage me in conversation through the window, as I'd had the blinds raised most of the way up, which resulted in her having a full view inside my bedroom with its arrangement, which eventually led to her commenting on my DVD library (mistaking them for books) and inquiring about what sort of mattress I'm using: I'm not certain if it even crossed my mind until afterwards that if was able to discern my movie collection, then it meant that she also had a clear view of all of the ''panties'' I have hanging all over the room... or at the very least she obviously had to have seen the ones that were draped across various hanging spots on my DVD shelves -- (I'd learned since yesterday that Tammy had repurposed the ''living room'' portion of her apartment into her ''bedroom,'' thus placing both of our ''bedrooms'' directly next to each other's).
At some point, a fly had somehow managed to find its way inside my apartment, which made its presence loudly known sometime right after I'd finished cooking and finished half of what I'd concocted from a mix of store-bought produce and items directly from my garden: fortunately, in this instance, the invading creature had permitted itself to be be tracked and killed with little fuss.
22:25, Eastern Daylight Time
April 3 - 5, 2020 (Friday-Sunday)
Was greeted to a quart of strawberries hanging on my outside doorknob when I returned from my Friday (Apr. 3) work shift, first noticing a similar bag of the same hanging on Tammy's door knob (as I was bringing in groceries from the alley side of the building prior to parking in my normal spot) -- since both of our doors displayed these gifts, my assumption was that ''Cindy'' must have placed them there.
I also decided on Saturday (Apr. 4) to give my body a break from the rigors of my established exercise routine, but not a complete wind-down as I still made one exception by engaging in my daily jogging laps around the [half-]block.
Also took pleasurable note, after my run, of the fact that at least four of the [six? eight?] sprouted Burgundy String Beans I'd planted of this second attempt at the start of the week were successfully breaking through the top soil, despite my having accidentally snapped the first one I'd come across only a few days earlier.
I tried repeatedly to call the jobsite around the time I normally leave for work to inform them that my motorcycle's refusal to start had once again drained my battery, requiring time before it could be recharged sufficiently before I could get the engine to ignite, but after all of those call attempts not being answered time after time after time, I decided to send our team supervisor an SMS text message (via email) to inform him of both issues, then sent a similar text to the ''company'' phone even after the people I'd been trying to contact were now attempting to ''return'' my call attempts, which I just let the answering machine filter. After about an hour or so, with the battery still not registered as ''fully'' charged, I finally decided to acknowledge their call-back attempts by informing them to not expect me coming in for my shift, which was a decision I'd made truthfully out of spite in reaction to how poorly the situation was handled and treated with such negligence.
After having allowed the ''fully charged'' battery to set unclipped from the charging dock for several hours, I'd decided to come back to it to reattach the charging leads back onto the contact points, only to observe that the charge was analyzed as having decreased by five percent; unsure if this was just a ''normal'' part of its operation, or if it was an indication of a battery that was no longer able to retain a charge, I opted to keep the leads attached up to and until it was time for me to leave for work Sunday (Apr. 5).
As I was later departing for work, I was able to confirm that ''Cindy'' had indeed been the one responsible for the gift of strawberries after I'd thanked her as I passed her and a friend by as they were sitting outside at the picnic bench.
I had also managed to somehow twist and sprain my right leg knee just prior to exiting the apartment, which had some unpleasant affects on my work duties throughout the work shift.
''Weekend in Review''
April 6, 2020 (Monday)
Confirmation that my motorcycle battery was draining and not retaining its charge smacked me in the face today as I was attempting vacate the worksite at the end of shift, where I'd had the actual intent of riding out to ''Cycle Springs Powersports'' as my ''#1 Top Priority'' in order to address the issue and to purchase a replacement battery -- but even that plan was thwarted when the battery's remaining charge that had managed to last throughout the workshift had dipped to levels insufficient to crank the engine, which required me to beg the assistance of some of the on-site workers who first failed to get me started with one of those goofy ''mobile/portable'' jump start devices, then finally through a direct cable link jump via our supervisor's car battery.
As I was heading to the service shop, I found myself stuck in another dilemma, one where I had to bet on or against whether or not I'd had enough fuel left in the tank to complete the journey. Deciding to err on the side of caution, hoping that I'd ridden the cycle just enough to restore enough of a recharge to kick the engine into action after a couple of minutes' shutdown to allow for the addition of a quick gallon of gasoline. As it turned out, I bet on the wrong horse and was reduced to approaching each vehicle operator who came into the lot to ask if they'd by any chance had a set of jumper cables with them, asking about a half-dozen different individuals until one man in a work van managed to uncover a set and was courteous enough to get me started.
As I'd already suspected would be the case, the cycle shop did not have a compatible battery for my unit in stock, but I was informed that a place about a mile or so further down ''US-19'' called ''Batteries Plus'' would likely have it in stock, and confirmed such with a call to them. Had it not been for my bum knee, I simply would've walked the distance and retrieved the item myself and saved the extra $20 that the cycle shop would tack-on as part of their fee for sending one of their own staff to retrieve it for me: but I also had a second option in that I'd intended to request a final jump start and ride out to the location and bring the battery back to the apartment to charge at-home, if it had not already been so prepared, but this plan similarly fell through when (according to the the mechanics staff) the battery I'd been pushing all this time had reached such a critical stage that it (supposedly) was no long even possible to coax a jump charge out of it. So in all, I was out some $109 and some change, which was the rough ball park figure I'd suspected it would be anyway, and I was not charged any additional ''Labor'' fee I suspect because of the fact that I'd been waiting around with a sense of urgency and was initially informed that the battery would've already been pre-charged but still required additional charging time in order for it to be at [near] full capacity.
Back at the apartment, I'd refused to allow the situation with my knee to interfere with my daily run, so long as I was aware of which ''sensitive positions'' would trigger the rush of incapacitating pain.
15:35, Eastern Daylight Time
April 7, 2020 (Tuesday)
Decided to test-run the motorcycle & battery using the excuse of making a couple of purchase runs at ''Walmart'' and the ''Publix'' on Sunray Drive. I had a bit of a scare when my first engine starting attempt was disrupted due to my unease based on past uncertainties, thus resulting in an almost battery drain, which worried me that I might find myself in another situation where it would be required to beg for a jump-start if either of the trips were not sufficient to recharge the battery through vehicular operation.
I'd first intended to turn left on ''US-19'' to patronize ''Publix'' for (at least) a couple more bottles of the buy-one/get-one ''100% Spanish'' extra virgin olive oil (''Pompeian'' brand), but because of being forced to wait at the traffic light before it changed, I opted instead to pay my first visit to ''Walmart,'' where I'd intended to grab some food storage bags (which they had plenty of) and a hand soap ''refill'' (of which there were once again absolutely none)... and I had to rush to make the purchase because I was informed that the doors would be locked in five minutes.
Again, the starting sequence to leave Walmart was acting a bit testy, but fortunately did prove sufficient enough eventually to turn the engine. Upon arrival at Publix, things appeared to be absent of any activity, so I left the motorcycle running (for sake of the battery) to check the listed 'open hours of operation' during this viral crisis and realized that I'd arrived about 3/4-hour too late, so I returned to the apartment.
Yet I still chose not to remain indoors, deciding to do another outside ''run,'' incorporating the activity into a trip to / check of my Post Office Box, completing both out & return trips in an almost unbroken continuation, taking only three very short ''breather'' walks throughout the entire activity.
22:55, Eastern Daylight Time
April 12, 2020 (Sunday)
The motorcycle completely died as I was attempting to [re]start it at the conclusion of my workshift. At first it presented a whirring engine until it managed to sap the battery of its charge -- this despite the fact that I'd brought along my AC charging unit and had connected it for about an hour and a half to ensure that this new battery had an irrefutable full charge, as it had still been acting sketchy even despite my having had it similarly charging to full capacity prior to leaving the apartment to travel to the job site. So when the battery drained this time, and I attempted to restart it with the mobile ''jump start'' kit, nothing in relation to the starting sequence, save for the requisite momentary dimming of the automatic lights, was able to get begin any part of the starting process... no grinding sounds, no clicks, no nothing!
As it became all too evident that the motorcycle itself was set to go absolutely nowhere-- and quite possibly neither was I --the neighbor of my shift co-worker who drives him back-&-forth to work offered to return me to my place for the price of $10 for gas (later settling for $9 worth of actual gas itself as we pulled into a fueling station on ''Florida 54'' when he had to relieve himself).
After getting back inside, I called our jobsite office and asked the current staffer on duty to relay my situation to our site supervisor (as his private cell is registered with a ''long distance'' number, which my landline is incapable of calling) and to inform him that/why I would not be coming back in to work to cover my next shift, plus to let him know that out of unavoidable necessity I'd be leaving the motorcycle there on the jobsite until I could call & arrange for a towing service to retrieve it and transport it to the mechanics shop. (As a back-up measure, I'd also followed-up that request by sending our site supervisor an SMS text repeating the same thing.)
Having been exceedingly tired since a couple of hours prior to end of shift, I essentially slept the rest of the entire day away until a ''sleep migraine'' decided it wasn't going to let-up on me, motivating me to cook & eat something while I at the same time decided to call my mother -- having completely forgotten (as always) that it was another of those ''pagan holidays'' which she might've equated was [part of] the reason for the call on this particular day.
Also decided to give myself a day of respite from my exercising routine to give my muscles a bit of a chance to rest & repair.
23:05, Eastern Daylight Time
April 13, 2020 (Monday)
Immediately after getting out of bed for the day I called the motorcycle towing service I'd used on the previous non-start occasion, hoping that she'd remember me from that incident, but it got in her memory. I was hoping that I'd managed to call her prior to her going out on her rounds, as I'd called just a little less than half an hour prior to the motorcycle mechanics opened for business, with the idea that since she'd informed me last time that she resided in the northeast part of the city she might be able to swing by to retrieve my key from me if it was required for her to unlock my steering column: she stated that she was already out & about but would let me know if it would happen that she'd be back in the NPR area in order to get the key and later retrieve the motorcycle from the jobsite and perhaps subsequently drop it off at the mechanics before they closed, otherwise we'd need to make arrangement for tomorrow morning -- I then updated our site supervisor on the situation and informed him of the possibility that the cycle might need to remain on site for one additional night.
When it was a bit ahead of 18:40 I called the ''Tow Lady'' to acknowledge that it would be too late for her to retrieve the motorcycle in time to drop it off at the mechanics, but she insisted on coming back to Town to get the key from me and then drive all the way back to Tampa to get the motorcycle, bring it all the way back to New Port Richey, and then drive it all the way back to the mechanics shop in Clearwater in the morning!? ... Uhhhm... okay... whatever. I then informed the Shop of the issues I'd been having and told them to expect the drop-off in the morning.
The mechanics shop informed me that they no longer have the ''towing bill transfer'' arrangement, which ''Tow Lady'' confirmed when she arrived at the apartments site, so I ended up paying for her services in advance, unprepared for her inclusion of a ''tipping'' option (Americans and their overbearingly obnoxious ''tipping'' addiction, I swear); feeling caught under pressure in such a blindsided situation, I broke code and included a 15% extra on top of her $75 charge -- thinking perhaps it might be best to offer ''something,'' considering my ''captive'' situation.
I was engaged in reducing my laundry back-load during the time I was waiting for the motorcycle key pick-up; once done, I stripped off the last of my ''winter bedding'' and switched them with the sheets ''Mimi'' had purchased and left with me when she last visited me to get her pussy eaten, only to confirm my suspicion that they would not fit the mattress, especially the ''fitted'' sheet.
23:50, Eastern Daylight Time
April 15, 2020 (Wednesday)
Realizing that today was ''Tax Day'' shortly after waking up this morning, I battled through trying to modify my tax return information on ''TurboTax'' and kept getting stonewalled at the end with their insistence that in order to make the new adjustments (to include the ''Form 1095-A'' information that their system initially refused to direct me to during the original filing process) they expected me to shell out ''sixty-fucking-dollars'' to report what IRS said I still to submit on something their system first would not direct me to and later, upon doing a lot of digging around on their site, said wasn't required anyway because of the ''Health Insurance Mandate'' repeal. So since they were making it impossible for me to make the needed corrections through their service, I pulled up the required forms on the official ''IRS'' website and filled those in -- however, when it became time to modify my copy of the originally submitted tax return, the ''PDF'' file would not allow me to edit any portion of the already entered information on my downloaded copy without being required to purchase a subscription or unlock key or whatever the phukk (I didn't bother waiting around for any page loads to complete in order to find out what exactly paid access provided), so I tried to use the few tools that actually were available to me to blot-out old information and find a typing-feature workaround to include the updated information. After all of this had finally been accomplished (because the IRS is notorious for making the filling-in of tax form information confusingly difficult as all phuk) there was still the problem of how to submit the updated forms: it was during my search of their website seeking an answer to this that I'd encountered the information that the tax return window had been extended to ''July 15,'' which will give me more than sufficient enough time to take my downloaded copies of my PDF tax return forms down to ''Staples'' and have them physically printed out then mailed-in.
Still haven't heard back anything from the motorcycle mechanics all day today, making it two days in a row that I'm in darkness regarding what my motorcycle's repair status is like: I'd called late last night as an assurance that they'd even received it from the ''Tow Lady,'' and I was informed that the cycle was indeed on site but no one yet had a chance to examine it as they're backlogged with an unusually large amount of work (quite possibly also influenced by the CoViD-19 hysteria).
20:50, Eastern Daylight Time
April 16, 2020 (Thursday)
Received a follow-up call from the mechanics shop around Noon, informing me that there was an issue with something relating to the ''starting sequence'' and that the necessary part required to fix it was (surprise! surprise!) not anything they had on hand and needed to be special ordered, which, according to their best guesstimate, would not arrive until Wednesday or Thursday, and that their estimated repair cost would work out to about $225.00 -- after which I relayed this information to our site supervisor so that he'd have sufficient enough time to try to work someone in to cover my schedule until the repair work is completed.
After my exercise routine and daily run around the block, I scrubbed the ''drip trays'' and heating element coils I'd scavenged from Tammy's old stove that had been set out in front of our dumpster, as they were in shockingly better condition than those I'd removed from the unit that came with my apartment, which thus served to eliminate any further need of considering the purchasing of any new replacements on my own dime.
22:45, Eastern Daylight Time
April 17 - 19, 2020 (Friday-Sunday)
Took a brief half-around the block walk after tossing a bit of rubbish Monday (Apr. 17) as the weather was too pleasant and making me feel like not wanting to go back inside. As I was preparing to return indoors, Tammy was coming out with the dog to take on a walk -- I decided to accompany her, as I was still not feeling up to returning inside.
During our stroll, Tammy asked me if I was aware of the theft of the bicycle that the ''dog-shit'' neighbors had been keeping locked inside the laundry room: apparently, the bicycle I'd seen inside the laundry room-- as well as the other that is often seen resting against the air conditioning unit outside of their apartment --was actually owned by the apartment residents and not by any of their visiting friends, as I'd assumed. Tammy's suspicion was that Cindy's daughter may have left one of the laundry room doors unlocked and one of the friends of the bicycle couple took advantage of the situation and likely slipped out the back way through one of the non-padlocked gates; I expressed that I was more of the mind that if it was indeed an ''inside job'' that the more likely culprit(s) would probably be associated with the southeast corner apartment, but it would also be irresponsible to exclude Cindy's daughter, or more likely, one of her young friends.
Rather than directly returning to the apartments, Tammy invited me with her to visit with Kelly in her new place -- which was literally directly across the alley from us. I was encouraged to take a look around at her set-up, during which time Kelly informed me that the unit was actually part of a ''duplex'' and that an almost exact identical apartment was still in the process of being upgraded, for which she also had the key, inviting me to have a look around at that unit as well. Kelly stated that her rent there was $25 less than what the new ''current'' rate is for the units where Tammy and I occupy, although the owner(s) might ask for a bit more when the second unit becomes available: I said I'd like to be kept in mind for it, dependent upon when the unit would finally be ready to be leased out.
I have no idea what happened, but what was promising to be several burgundy bean plants had dwindled down to only one, not even being able to locate any of the others that had been managing to push their way through to the surface.
''Weekend in Review''
April 21, 2020 (Tuesday)
Slept most of the day away and got off to a late start; not to be too unexpected, as I didn't finally attempt to get any sleep until 04:00.
Sent ''Mimi'' an email and announcement text early in the evening (about 10-15 minutes shy of 19:00) asking her if she'd be interested in having her Pussy Eaten, if she could, or had the ability to, arrange for it as going without has been stressing me out beyond belief.
As typical, I did not expect to receive any sort of an immediate reply from her, so in the interim I ventured out for a night-time run so I could stick to my daily routine: what was originally intended to be a couple of times around the block progressed first into a ''mail check'' run to the Post Office, then rather than heading straight back down Main Street as I'd normally do transitioned into a loop by way of ''Congress Street'' down to ''Louisiana Avenue'' and back onto ''Grand Boulevard'' before returning onto property via the main gate... all Non-Stop! -- roughly three miles total. (I don't know, but perhaps not being out in the sun/daylight contributed to the seeming increase in stamina?)
23:15, Eastern Daylight Time
April 23, 2020 (Thursday)
Received a check-up call from our jobsite supervisor this morning around 08:00; I did not follow-up on the call until around 12:30 claiming that I did not have an update on the motorcycle repair (although I never actually checked directly with the mechanics, basing my info on the fact that I'd yet to receive any update calls from them myself): I was asked to call back with a status update no later than 09:00 tomorrow so that he could schedule accordingly.
Also spent time re-switching around computer speakers systems again after experiencing more issues with them the previous night: also plan on keeping the set-up ''as-is'' from here on out, as trying to use my original set on the primary machine has been proving too problematic anyway, despite my loss of the ''Matrix Mode'' switch-over option that offers a ''simulated'' 5.1 surround sound experience (but even this was not always a fault-free operation).
21:50, Eastern Daylight Time
April 24, 2020 (Friday)
Called the motorcycle mechanics just shortly after 10:00 to get a status update on the repair job. I was told that they thought they'd managed to fix the problem a day or so earlier when the ''starter relay'' was delivered and replaced, but start-ups failed again after a couple of successful starts. They then claimed that the follow-up inspection led them to the ''starter assembly'' as now being where the failure lie, which once again required replacement and of course special ordering -- all of which would now elevate the completed job to over $400. I called the job site supervisor immediately afterward to update him on the latest information regarding the repair work and let him know that I'd be in a stuck situation for another week, which I honestly did not mind, as I was really not feeling all that up to beginning the job routine again just yet.
While sweeping our walkway area during a brief break from the rain, my next-door neighbor Tammy called out in greeting to me. I commented on the scarf she had covering her face, making light of the CVD-19 thing: this was when she informed me that she had gotten herself involved in an automobile accident (explaining why I hadn't seen her vehicle on site during the past couple of days) and that it had caused her neck pain and a headache that had been with her since the crash but seemed to be subsiding but claimed to have not hit her head on anything, although she had also suffered a sprained wrist and at least one sizable bruise on the opposite arm. Even though I felt encouraged by her report that her headache appeared to be lessening, especially if it did not involve any blunt trauma to her head, I still recommended that she consider making an appointment with a medical professional just to give her the once-over for added reassurance.
During this conversation, I decided to harvest several of the more mature eggplant fruits I'd been delaying picking, plus snapped the ''replacement'' florets that one of my broccoli plants had regrown.
A very short time after I'd returned inside, Tammy came to my unit to inquire if I'd had a corkscrew tool for a bottle of wine she'd wanted to open: I encouraged her to come inside on the pretense that I was concerned about preventing mosquitoes from flying in, which was partially true enough, but it was genuinely more my hope that her presence inside might lead to a conversation regarding the Whys and Wherefores surrounding the bras I keep hanging from the ceiling fan, so that I might then guide the discussion toward how I utilize women's underwear as ''post-PussyEating mementos,'' which she did indeed make it possible for me to do, even managing to show her a look inside my panties ''trophy room'' -- despite the sad truth that all but a single one of the hip-hugging intimates had in fact been stolen by me from Girls'/Women's various locker rooms at work. Hoping that I was planting a seed of sorts with her (as a means of hopefully enticing her to consider the possibility of potentially offering herself as one of my pussylicking recipients, especially during the stir-crazy dry spell), she shattered that illusion by announcing that she could ''physically'' detect that I might have a mold problem (which I do have to combat sometimes), so even if she might some day inquire further about my cunnilingus availability, clearly nothing could take place inside my apartment with her for that purpose. (It's especially tough considering the fact that ''Mimi'' has still not yet sent any sort of a reply to my latest text & email.)
22:30, Eastern Daylight Time
April 27 - May 3, 2020 (Monday-Sunday)
Tuesday and Wednesday (Apr. 28-29) I was experiencing severe connectivity problems with my Internet, having believed the fault laid somewhere within the ISP's network(s), which seemed to bear out when an online check determined that there were many reports from the Tampa, Jacksonville, and other Florida areas claiming disruptions in service; it wasn't until partway into the latter date, when I wasn't able to get online at all that an attempt to connect via wireless, followed by subsequent test checks, determined that the motherboard's ''ethernet'' port had failed (the second time something like this has happened to me, the first time being with the laptop I'd given to Mimi). As a result, I found myself having a retrospective appreciation for not rejecting the ''wireless'' modem ''Verizon'' had dispatched to me against my initial insistent wishes.
Thursday Morning (Apr. 30) our jobsite supervisor left me a message informing me that because I'd missed so much work because of the stagnated repair status on my motorcycle I'd need to find some way of coming in to work at least one day before the end of the following week in order to remain on payroll and avoid being auto-terminated and removed by the company's automated activity tracking system.
I did not finally receive confirmation that the repair job had been completed until Saturday Morning (May 2), for which I'd foolishly delayed leaving the apartment to retrieve it until after 15:30, which was a mistake not only because of the bus scheduling being affected as a result of modified scheduling but also because the buses were implementing very limited seating restrictions which were resulting in instances of potential riders being prevented from embarking and being left hanging to await subsequent vehicles (myself having been so refused on the first bus on my route to pass by).
The transit transfers from Pasco to Pinellas County not only arrived & departed nowhere near in accordance with the hours of the route's operation schedule that were posted at the waiting bench areas there, but they just barely got me to my drop-off point before the mechanics shop closed for the day by the skin of my teeth, with roughly seven or eight minutes to spare: had I missed that window, the best I could've then hoped for would've been to be returned to the transfer point in Tarpon Springs, where I would've either been abandoned for the night (as the ''Pasco'' line would've shut down operations for the day by the time I'd been dropped back off at the location) or made to walk the seven or so miles back to New Port.
On the somewhat bright side of the whole bus trip thing was the fact that because of the pandemic concerns the buses were not charging any ridership fares: I say ''somewhat'' because of my not knowing about the temporary fare cancellation I was stuck with being weighted down with two pockets-full of nickels and dimes in loose change I was hoping to rid myself of in some constructive manner.
Once again, there was concern about the success of the cycle's repair work, as when they were getting set to transfer it back over to my possession they had uneasily familiar difficulty in getting the engine to turn over.
Rather than returning straight back to the apartment proper, I dropped off the several other items I'd left with the motorcycle after it had broken down, then made a quick grocery shopping run to the local ''Winn-Dixie,'' admittedly in large part to begin building up ''5% reward points'' with the ''CHASE'' credit card, which had been sitting unused since my last tantrum in reaction to their unending resetting of my password without my authorization and without forewarning/notice.
After groceries drop-off, I rode back out to the Post Office to retrieve the ''jump-starter kit'' that I'd ordered. Waiting for me there also was the so-called ''stimulus check'' the Government had distributed out to us in this viral panic, uncertain as to why they had not simply ''direct deposited'' the funds, as they had my banking information on record: the amount of the check covering just slightly more than all of the funds I'd burned through in addressing the issues with the motorcycle since its breakdown... for which I still think I should've gotten at least some bit of a discount considering that they'd done what had amounted to ''extra work'' before finally locating and correcting the root cause of all of my problems.
''Full Week in Review''
May 15 - 17, 2020 (Friday-Sunday)
The stiff and sluggish handling of my motorcycle riding toward the jobsite Friday (May 15) made an un-ignorable impact on me throughout the entire trip, though I'm honestly at a loss as to whether I'd been experiencing similarly at any other time(s) prior. It wasn't until about an hour prior to leaving the jobsite on Saturday (May 16) that I should've been concerned about the possibility of a deflated tire, and that only because of the fluke whereby I'd rested the cycle on its side-stand which kept the tires in contact with the ground and caused the outer edge of the rear tire to appear flat with the ground. The deflated state of the tire was confirmed after I'd pulled into the corner fueling station immediately after clocking out for the day and proceeded to use one of their air refilling posts, finding that pressure in my rear tire had been reduced to a mere 6 psi. As I could not discern any noticeable indicators of any puncture points anywhere in the tire, and due to the tire's ability to seemingly hold onto to its internal air pressure throughout the remainder of the day & night, it further fed my initial suspicion that perhaps I'd been the victim of an act of sabotage whereby someone had decided (for whatever reason) to leech all of the air out of my rear tire (my front tire having been left unaffected).
However, all of the fun and excitement didn't just stop there, as some impatient Mo-Fo directly behind me who'd decided to completely ignore and disregard my left-turn signal (as I was attempting to position myself to gain access to the left-turn lane toward Town after crossing the county line) not only decided to jump the gun ahead of me but then also refused to course-correct to allow me the full unimpeded access to the lane -- and either I must have somehow unconsciously sensed that something was dangerously wrong, or it was yet another of those instances where God was taking some degree of personal interest in my safety and well-being, because had I pulled further in toward the center part of the lane as I normally do, I would have at the very least been clipped by that race demon who insisted on zooming past on my left in the same effing left-hand lane! only for him/her to then swing back to the right lane (s)he had just jumped from just to put the both of us, as well as other surrounding vehicles that were in close proximity, in serious danger... and all of this coming right after having watched practically hours' worth of news stories and documentaries on the company smartphone about the crisis of ''synthetic highs'' (''spice''; ''bath salts''; et al.) and learning that people will even plant themselves behind the steering wheels of their vehicles in their blitzed-out states of mind under these substances. -- (Also... so much for the effectiveness of my implementation of the ''Panties Fluttering In The Wind'' from my handlebars adoption that was partially done in a desperate attempt to guarantee that I would get noticed & given reasonable space by other vehicle operators in this 'Wild-West Traffic' State.)
And as if all of that hadn't been bad enough for my day of travels, my motorcycle decided to use this return-trip to engage in a series of engine stalls and electrical blackouts, which first happened briefly right after I'd refilled the air in my rear tire, but saved their worst abuses for right after I'd gone to retrieve my steam cooker after my stop for some grocery shopping at the local ''Winn-Dixie'' -- it was as if I was being completely set-up to be forced to use that jump-starter kit which I've made a habit of always bringing along with me, regardless.
I waited until after work Sunday (May 17) before testing the stability of my rear tire's pressure and found that the gauge had retreated a few notches, but I could not be entirely certain if it might have been as a result of my inadvertently allowing that much air to escape as I was struggling to properly attach the gauge onto the awkwardly positioned intake valve: I'd pumped it back up to the original fill level with my hand pump upon my return arrival my apartment.
During the trek back to the apartment I experienced another out-of-nowhere engine stall & electrical blackout while I was idling at an intersection, waiting to execute a U-Turn onto ''Forest Lakes Bvd.'' to refill my fuel tank, but it did not exhibit any additional problems afterward for the remainder of the trip.
''Weekend in Review''
May 21, 2020 (Thursday)
Checked tire pressure on the motorcycle prior to Post Office and Winn-Dixie trip this afternoon, finding it pretty much where it had been since having manually leveled it up over the weekend, thus seeming to lend a degree of support to my ''sabotage'' suspicion.
As far as the ''engine shut-off'' situation goes, my entire outgoing trips kept alerting me to the ''fuel injection'' problem light, finally attempting its unexpected ''blink-outs'' as I was beginning to pull into one of the supermarket's parking stalls. When I came back out for the trip back to the apartment, the system appeared to have shut down completely, not even lighting up any of the electricals. Out of curiosity, based in reasonable part on the discovery not long after I'd retrieved my ''repaired'' vehicle from the mechanics shop that whomever (quite possibly even myself, following a rushed moment of impatience) had not properly reinserting the battery back into its housing, I decided to explore the connection(s) on the battery itself -- and despite the fact that they appeared to be, and felt, snug & secure, I nonetheless applied an additional tightening torque onto the screws, after which everything restarted with little problem, making it seem as if this may have well been a (or the?) primary cause for those shutdown issues I'd been experiencing.
Finally made some attempts this afternoon/evening to begin the process of hands-on preparing myself for the installation of my selection of ''Linux'' distributions on my spare computer systems, initially turning my focus to the ''refurb HP'' I'd purchased back in Virginia -- this test largely being done in reaction to my earlier testing session of ''mint (Xfce)'' on the main system, which seemed to work okay up until the personalization tweaking point where I'd attempted to switch how the mouse buttons function, which it incessantly refused to allow me to do. However, each and every ISO disc I'd attempted to use to load their respective system programs-- both ''brand new'' burns and those of ''older'' versions which I still had on hand --failed to boot, with only one of them barely reaching the ''acknowledgment'' screen before blanking out completely. Eventually, I finally decided to try my two ''main-interest'' discs in the environment of my ''brand new'' (post-original breakdown replacement) tower set-up and was pleased to discover that they both ''appeared'' to work seemingly flawlessly, especially my #1 star ''Mageia'' distribution, which almost had me convinced that this time, for the very first time ever, it was not going to crash and hang-up on me while getting myself re-familiarized with it in its ''Live'' environment setting, but just as I was attempting what would've almost certainly been the last or next-to-last play-around test tweak I'd planned on doing just prior to shutting it down and calling it a session, it held true to form ... even so, I can honestly say I was more than impressed and could only hope that when the time comes to do a straight-up full-dive proper Operating System installation that such hiccups will have only been a fluke of operating from a ''Live'' disc.
23:45, Eastern Daylight Time
May 22 - 24, 2020 (Friday-Sunday)
Had yet another new problem arise with my motorcycle while venturing out to work Friday (May 22) -- another issue with the ''fuel injection'' alert light igniting; only this time, rather than ''blanking out'' after a brief ride & restart, the problem persisted... but complementing this problem was a genuine physical disruption, as the speed regulator would not allow me to accelerate past 35 MPH: that issue did manage to get resolved after I'd conducted a brief shutdown & restart at the ''7 Eleven'' on the corner of [...Mar. 21, 2024 - postnote: discovered this missing detail; the context suggests the location being referred to was either at ''Main Street'' (NPR) at ''Rowan Road'' or ''Rowan Road'' at the ''Florida Highway 54'' intersection...] but the ''FI-alert'' indicators persisted.
Retrieved my replacement phone from the Post Office right after work Saturday (May 23) and spent much of the morning & afternoon going over the documentation and going through the frustrating step-by-step process with ''Customer Service'' to get the thing up and running, placing a temporary call to my Mother during the set-up process (to make sure everything was effectively transitioning over from my original phone account), promising her that I'd be calling her back in a few minutes after the set-up process had concluded -- during which subsequent conversation she revealed to me that one of her sisters is battling with terminal colon cancer, and that there's still all manner of family drama being kept stirred-up, in significant part over the administration of my Grandmother's property.
On my way back to work I had to have yet another encounter with a dismissive and impatient speed-demon maniac who nearly insisted on trying to kill me as I was changing into the far-left lane, and this time, apparently by the Grace of God, I'd managed to be spared this would-be tragedy as well, as the Demoniac managed to swerve dangerously to the left of me to avoid colliding with me, being that in this instance, unlike the previous one, I had managed to occupy considerably close to the center of the lane! All of that needless & senseless intensity only for the ass-wipe to have to come to a standing stop at the traffic light at the Florida 54 / Little Road intersection anyway!
Driven by my decision to change my mind about a panty I'd repeatedly rejected, I finally gave in and raided the locker containing the ''corduroy'' panty, as the Coronavirus shutdown no longer permitted me the thrill of the hunt, so to speak. Spurred by this, I'd decided to also investigate one of the other locker rooms, and inside one of the units I'd almost been tempted to make off with a $20 bill that had been sitting at least ever since this viral panic took effect, but I felt like such shit for ever even considering such a thing that I absolutely felt compelled to return it to its place.
''Weekend in Review''
May 25 - 28, 2020 (Monday-Thursday)
While transferring groceries and personal gear from my motorcycle to my apartment after returning from work Monday (May 25) my next door neighbor, Tammy, came out of her apartment to walk her dog, and I decided to engage her in conversation, sparking it by inquiring about why the driver side window of her minivan was being covered over with makeshift enclosures and plastic sheets, wondering if someone might have smashed her her glass out: she would inform me that it was due to an ongoing issue with her window's faulty motor.
During this conversation she mentioned, not realizing that I'd been unaware, that my former across-the-aisle neighbor, Kelly, who had moved to the duplex just across the alley, had died last week. Tammy informed me that Kelly had come to her on May 16, Sat., asking to be taken to the hospital to address severe pain issues in her abdominal area. According to Tammy, Kelly had also had a jaundiced look about her, very discolored urine, and would experience losses of cognitive ability during the ride. Saying that she could not remain with her for any period of time, as she had to leave for work, she would later learn that an examination of Kelly's condition would reveal that she had developed severe and terminal liver cancer (I'd already known from her admission during an earlier conversation with her that she'd been diagnosed with hepatitis) and (possibly also?) lung cancer. According to Tammy, Kelly would be transferred to hospice, where she would finally die that Thursday (May 21). When Tammy mentioned helping to clean out Kelly's unit in the aftermath, that would explain all of the random furnishings and other household goods I'd observed being dumped into our dumpster, which had me wondering if someone within one of our units was preparing to vacate.
Tuesday (May 26) I sent a text to ''Mimi,'' informing her of my new ''smart phone'' acquisition and asking her to send me a reply text to assist me in my interface & operational set-up (in this specific instance I was testing to see if I could assign a unique alert tone for incoming texts. Later in the evening, I asked my mother to do something similar, in this instance to call the number directly to test if I'd properly assigned a unique ringtone to those I'd categorized into the ''Family'' call group.
On Wednesday (May 27) I sent ''Gracie'' an email to mention the new mobile phone, but mainly as a convenient excuse to engage in an ''update check'' on her, especially since even my mother had mentioned that she'd not seen nor heard her in a good while. When I received a reply from her later in the day, her message included several recent photographs of her, showing herself off in her ''blond'' recolored hair and face paint: she'd also mentioned that she'd managed to lose 35 lbs., and even based on the ''head shots'' she sent, it shows the improvement.
Also decided to consider my jobsite supervisor's suggestion/recommendation over the next couple of days to tempt the possibility of perhaps calling it quits with my current motorcycle and replacing it with a different/''newer'' model -- of which I'd definitely love (read: prefer) to acquiesce to a ''brand-spanking-new'' model, except for the fact that I absolutely loathe the vehicle's newest redesign, finding the latest I could trace down which retained my current model's design was the ''2016'' model. I found one being offered by a dealership in a town N.W. of Orlando with just over 220 original miles on it for just under $4,500 that appears to have been well cared for (or at least polished-up very nicely for promotional purposes), even though I'm not all that sold on the dull semi-metalic silver-gray color, and it appears to have some very noticeable blemish that appears to be ''sticker residue'' above the instrument panel. Even so, I figured that if their unit is still listed as being available by the time I've returned home from work this Saturday, I may drop an email of interest and plan on taking a trip out to their location after work Monday.
''Week in Review''
May 29 - 31, 2020 (Friday-Sunday)
Made the decision not to delay contacting the dealership offering the [potential replacement] motorcycle I'd taken an interest by sending the email contact just seconds before leaving for work Friday (May 29), which was also influenced in part by the fact that we were up against the close of the month. The determination to take the motorcycle exchange much more seriously was forced upon me during the ride to the work site, when once again the speed disruptions and associated ''fuel injection'' problem alert continued to hassle me until I arrived close to ''Little Street'' on ''Florida 54,'' which I'd then hoped to keep at bay by keeping my RPMs revved-up as high and continuously as possibly could get away with (which of course also meant ''speeding'' for the bulk of the journey).
After the work day (as well as the back-&-forth work-trips the following day) the ''correction'' appeared to have finally set proper operations back into place -- but by this time I'd already deemed it too-little/too-late, having already made the determined decision to follow-through with an eventual replacement, if not with the one I'd pulled up from the dealership outside Orlando, then another one from someplace else eventually. In this particular instance, I'd planned on riding out to the dealership right after returning from work Saturday (May 30), only to justify holding-off on the trip after having received no follow-up from the dealership beyond their ''automated'' reply, further influenced by a scheduling alteration which mandated that I come in to work two-and-a-half hours earlier than my normally scheduled time.
Once back at the apartment I was enthralled how prolific my Hibiscus plant was blooming in the most abundant at-one-time / same-day display I'd ever witnessed with it, and made the decision to conduct a camera test and image-attachment text send to my mother's phone... (may decide to post actual photo or text screen-cap to journal on next seasonal phase page).
''Weekend in Review''
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