June 11 (Friday) - June 24 (Thursday), 2021
''VACATION DAYS''

(Fri., June 11)
I made the mistake of getting ''fully'' dressed in my  ''Miss Cure Aid''  persona about hour prior to completing all of my pre-trip preparations and any last-minute cleaning & organization I'd wanted to get done on a reasonably ''comfortable'' level; my concern being that I'd wind-up overheating and sweating well before heading out on the road.

Prior to heading out, I'd decided to conduct one final check of ID card that was inside of the wallet that I'd found in the alleyway and this time I was able to determine that the ''Date of Issuance'' on the card had only been one month earlier.

I'm not at all certain as to why I was unable to see & connect to that openly available information earlier, but the new insight caused me to toy with the idea of perhaps dropping the wallet off into the listed address's mailbox en route to the Interstate, but considering that the address did not match with any that I'd come across during any of the searches I'd conducted, plus taking into account the ''frequency'' of the wallet owner's relocation habits, I'd concluded (perhaps irrationally) that there was still a possibility (small though it may have been) that even the address on the ID could likewise be unreliable.

So with all of these factors being taken into consideration, I'd decided to once again make a modification to my ''return'' options, deciding to seal all of the ''Single Bills'' into the cash pouch with several strips of duct tape (deciding to withdraw the pair of Five-Dollar Bills to include as part of spare cash on-hand, just in case I'd come across any situations where ''cash'' would actually be needed at any time during my trip and/or visit) and included a brief note explaining the details of where I'd found his wallet and its contents (without mentioning anything about the withdrawal of the larger bills), then deposited it into the curbside mailbox directly outside of the Post Office as I was heading out on the road.

The GPS continued giving me issues during the road trip, frequently blipping out despite being attached to the charger the entire time, until it finally just gave out (drained) completely right as I'd reached the Jacksonville I-95/I-77 juncture, after which I figured my continued course of travel was readily clear enough by this time that I'd essentially relied on my periodic checks of  ''Google Maps''  to help me out when situations appeared to be getting a bit disorienting.

(Sat., June 12)
Wound up heading in the wrong direction on Interstate 26 coming in from Interstate 95, riding out about 20 miles or so south and east towards Charleston, SC before realizing my mistake and doubling-back.

The ''rain suit'' my mother had purchased for me prior to my relocation to Florida proved that its ''waterproofing'' feature/function was at best temporary and arbitrary when it decided to fail miserably after I'd gotten caught in a storm that had hit just outside of Elkin, NC -- I had literally streams of water pouring out of the sleeves of my rain suit upon pulling into the ''Flyin' J'' truck stop near Mt. Airy.

Not far from one of the Salem, VA exits on Interstate 81 I'd observed (but failed to stop & photograph) a non-towing tractor-trailer rig parked on the shoulder of the ''southbound'' side of traffic with its entire engine block completely engulfed in flames (I would learn later, to my surprise, that no local news outlets reported on it).

As I pulled into familiar territory, I made my first stop at the ''Kroger'' where ''Gracie'' works, going there mainly for wine, because I believed that Virginia still had a bug up its butt about selling alcoholic beverages on ''Sundays.''

I'd actually had a run-in with Gracie during this initial visit (as I was exiting the ''Women's Restroom,'' but I don't think she actually saw me when I did so), and when I reached out to her to grab her attention to let me know I was back in Town she'd similarly mistaken me for a Woman, managing to not recognize me behind the health-shield face mask, and even saying that the ''nail polish'' I was wearing did not help matters any. I would return to the same ''Kroger'' only a few minutes later after a quick check-in & drop-off at the Homestead to purchase the rest of the items I'd had on my menu list, where I would have a second run-in with Gracie and briefly discuss my time in the Area: it was during this follow-up visit that I'd discover that this ''Kroger'' location had on its shelves  ''katsu sauce''-- something I've not been able to find even in ''Asian Markets'' after leaving Hawaii --but there were only two bottles left on the shelf, meaning I couldn't ''stock-up'' on the product to bring back to Florida with me.

While back at the house, I spent some time searching around in the garage for what I'd explicitly told my mother during my last visit was engine oil that I was ''exclusively'' setting away in reserve for any future return trips so that I could have it on-hand should I need to top-off my oil tank levels after the long trip, and when I was finally able to track it down (far from the place where I'd stored it away) I found that much of it had been used (no doubt for her riding mower), but I was somewhat comforted to learn that there was no need this time to top-off the oil level, so I went about replacing the bottle with its unused portion back out of sight, returning it to a [hopefully] more well-hidden part of the overhead cabinet in the garage.

As typical, during my stays, we went about setting-up my sleeping arrangements in ''guest room.''

During ''bed time'' I needed to recharge my cell phone, only to discover that I'd inadvertently brought along a ''non-compatable'' charging cable, so I searched inside the ''TV room,'' where my mother would habitually keep one on-hand, and found just what I'd needed for the job.

(Sun., June 13)
Started a ''Morning Jog'' routine, beginning with a trip around the immediate block, discovering that the uphill struggle, especially on the neighboring block, but gave calf muscles a serious workout that all of the running in flat-ass Florida could never provide without the aid of a ''Stair Master.''

After engaging in phone conversation with Gracie, during which I'd invited her over for dinner, I went to charge my mother's phone, only to learn that the charger that I'd borrowed the previous night (using a ''universal'' adapter) was incompatible with the design of the charging port of her new phone, and so I requested if I could keep the item for myself since it would no longer be of any use to her.

After hanging-up the call I began prepping & cooking the Asian-Inspired dish I'd intended to whip-up; it wouldn't be until Gracie arrived that I'd realize that I was missing the ''sweet chili sauce'' that I'd initially thought I'd left out in the motorcycle, then began to suspect that it might not have been handed to me by the bagger before I left the store, but a check of the sales receipt sadly confirmed that I'd forgotten to even make the purchase, as I must've been so overwhelmed at the discovery of their having katsu sauce that it had completely slipped my mind... so sadly I had to resort to substituting katsu sauce, being forced to open one of the two jars.

I gave Gracie a ride back to her apartment ahead of the arrival of the rainstorm, where she'd accepted my ''half-hearted'' attempt(s) to entice her to let me Eat Her Pussy, which we did as the storm passed: she'd also requested a coitus attempt, but this proved too painful for her.

It was nice to see that she now had a decent amount of furniture, which she claimed a co-worker she was staying with while recovering from her fibroid surgery / hysterectomy had given to her. Sadly, she also revealed that she's again falling behind on keeping her rent payments up, but that the property management company is working with her: the best news of that being that she'd finally learned to avoid those ''Payday Loans'' crooks!

Before leaving after the rain had stopped, I asked her when her next day off work would be: she felt confident that they would allow her to have her Thursday as scheduled. I'd suggested that we visit ''Mill Mountain Zoo,'' which was something she'd always been big on when I was still living in the area, but was now expressing that after all of this time she was no longer all that warm to idea, and I was not about to offer a visit to ''Center In The Square,'' when they're not only still not ''fully operational'' but all my research indicated that they have absolutely no intention of ever restoring the  ''planetarium,''  so I'd suggested a visit to the ''Ikenberry's'' Country Store in Daleville, a suggestion to which she was more receptive.

(Mon., June 14)
Decided to conduct an online search for ''Little Sister'' Vikki, not expecting to learn much, or at the very least not easily, considering all of the difficulty I'd had with the ''wallet'' situation. But to my utter amazement, she was REMARKABLY easy locate, both her ''addresses'' and her ''phone numbers,'' which first displayed her ''LinkedIn'' page. From there, it did not take very long to establish what appeared to be a ''current'' and ''working'' number which, when I called, confirmed her identity in her ''voicemail'' recording... to which I'd recorded a message informing her that I'd looked-for & found her and that I was in-town and wanted to re-connect.

While in Town I decided to try my luck using ''local settings'' on the ''Hinge'' dating app to see if it might be able to help me establish any ''Pussy Eating'' encounters while I was in the Area.

I was getting a bit stir-crazy sitting around inside the house, so as it neared Sunset I decided to just ride about around mostly the Downtown areas and ''Towers Mall.'' Riding around Town at that time of night proved difficult, which was not at all helped by the fact that too many stops lights seemed to be doing everything in their power to hinder transportation progress... even during the lateness of the hour, regardless of traffic conditions! I managed to find myself getting disoriented, particularly due to the nighttime conditions. Observed a step in the direction of ''progress'' for Roanoke City when I'd observed that they'd supplied "Razor" type scooter rentals throughout the Downtown area, which were being readily used during my night excursion.

(Tue., June 15)
Vikki finally called back in the morning, after an evening & night of silence while I was preparing a pot of my ''whirled famous'' Bean-Rice-Pasta soup using a few of the leaves of her zucchini plants from garden.

The independent ''handyman'' contractor my mother is always crowing about also came by the house with one of his workers to assess and discuss the ceiling repair work that [t]he[y] had planned on working on the next morning.

(Wed., June 16)
Repair work began on the ''Dining Room'' and ''Guest Room'' ceilings, but we were told that the work would not be completely finished until he returned the following morning because the plaster that was being used was not drying as quickly as the worker had hoped, which delayed ''sanding.''

Learned on the news about the post-renovation reopening celebrations taking place for the historic ''Gainsboro Library'' and I suggested to my mother, then later to Gracie, that we all attend the Thursday@18:00 event, following our ''Ikenberry'' visit; I also later proposed to Vikki that we use the Library event to reconnect in-person... all were in agreement, but Vik proposed meeting us on location rather than being picked up.

Multiple attempts to purchase additional time & data to my "TracFone" through their app was essentially eating up more of my data with their non-working links after I'd spotted what I thought was a desirable plan the previous night, only to learn that the ''plan'' I was interested in was not ''smart-phone compatible.''

(Thu., June 17)
After the ceiling repair work had concluded we agreed to drive the worker back to his apartment, as his supervisor, who had dropped him off at the house, would be working on another project a long distance away and would not be able to retrieve him.

Along the way we stopped briefly at Mr. Moses's hardware store on Melrose Ave. so I could get a couple of house keys made for the new locks that I'd not gotten made during my last visit. Once inside, I'd noticed Mr. Moses wearing a patch over his left eye; when asked about it he said it was due to his having lost his vision in that eye due to his retina detaching. (Yet another case in favor of a Taxpayer-Funded ''Single Payer'' health care system.)

After dropping the worker off at his place (after we allowed him to purchase a case of beer at his local convenience mart), we returned the unopened/unused ceiling repair products to ''The Home Depot'' for a refund, following brief stop at ''Crossroads'' Kroger, where I'd determined that the Katsu Sauce I'd managed to find at the ''Lakeside'' location must have been a "Special Order" item, perhaps further evidenced by the fact that when I'd come across them only the ''two''bottles had remained on shelf.

Gracie arrived at our house by bus, after doing some other shopping in another part of town, then we all went to Ikenberry's, where I bought a jug of apple cider for myself (mainly for the glass jug itself, but it still disturbed me that the product was no longer being produced using their own apples, which they said ended when the business they'd contracted to produce the cider for them had gone out of business). I was also enticed by the pure ''chunkiness'' of the fruit bits to purchase a jar of peach preserves. I also bought a ''Moon Pie'' for Gracie, after she'd somewhat exitedly mentioned having come across something called ''Moon Pie Coffee.'' But anything else I might have been interested in purchasing was brushed aside because, quite frankly, everything in that shop costs way too dambed much!

Gracie decided to change her mind about attending the Gainsboro re-opening celebration with us, claiming tiredness and the stresses she anticipated she'd be facing at her job the following.

Embarrassingly, I did not recognize Vikki when she walked into the event room at the Library because of how extremely short she had cut her hair and because of her massive gain in weight and size, which was made even more difficult to determine due to her wearing a COVID face mask; had I actually paid closer attention to her beyond my initial reaction upon seeing a short-haired very wide-&-heavy Black Woman, I would've seen that she was wearing a ''Name Pendant'' chain around her neck, and she would not have been left standing for so long until I went back to our seats and she asked to sit in the seat I'd been keeping reserved for her.

After the event, she insisted on taking some ugly selfies of us together, and discussed a possible meet-up on Sunday.

I used the return of the free-standing phone charger I'd borrowed from Gracie during our Ikenberry trip but had absentmindedly left behind inside the car after we'd dropped her off as my pretense for trying to get her to let me Eat Her Pussy again, and though this particular visit didn't lead to anything beyond just getting her device back to her, she suggested that perhaps we could meet-up after her next night's work.

(Fri., June 18)
Tried to expand my ''Pussy-Eating Hunting'' options this time by attempting it with ''Tinder'' right after my morning jog and right before showering, and quickly received a ''match'' alert which immediately gave itself away as some foreigner scammer attempting to ''Number Mine''; I decided to ''play along'' trying to get the fraud to answer a few very specific questions that were given in response to his/her B.S. baited wording until the goofus realized (s)he was being backed into a corner with no way to wiggle out and dropped-off of my radar screen almost as quickly as (s)he had blipped onto it. But yeah, it sucked that it could not have been an actual real live interaction of interest.

Received a text from Gracie, informing me that there was yet another disruption of her schedule that had required her to work until 23:30 (something I'd already suspected would happen, given the details she'd given me about what it's like for her to work there, especially now that she's been given some ''managerial'' duties & titles): I sent a text back in answer requesting her to text me if she could not secure a ride back home at that late hour -- she assured me in a follow-up text that she'd already arranged for one of her co-workers to bring her back safely.

I ended up purchasing a $200 ''TracFone'' data plan for 12GB of data, but which also came with ''unlimited minutes & texts,'' which I honestly did not want. Also learned that any ''taxes'' I'd be responsible for paying would be tied to my Credit Card's ''billing address,'' rather than to my physical location or the region of the country where the phone number is registered, which meant that I was assessed the ''Florida'' sales tax rate!

I later checked my work schedule on the online hub to verify my return date, which was of significant concern as I'd been monitoring the advancement and progression of the Atlantic storms that had been cause for concern and had me contemplating a departure-time extension.

(Sat., ''Juneteenth''!)
Inspired by the previous day's discussion with my mother about ''Sheetz'' and ''Wawa,'' and the mentioning of the latter's croissant sandwiches and how those particular sandwiches being ''pre-made'' resulted in a loss of potential business from me, which also involved my mentioning ''Burger King's'' croissant breakfast sandwiches, which my mother claimed to have been completely unaware of the existence of, I'd decided to surprise her with a couple of BK croissants right after my morning jog. However, my entire experience with trying to place and receive my order (yet again, another mandatory ''drive-thru'' situation) was so ''unprofessional'' that I was determined to leave a VERY SCATHING ''review'' of this particular restaurant when I got around to filling out the ''My BK Experience'' survey on the back of the receipt! . . . { break down }

A ''DNA match'' alert from ''Ancestry's'' web site pulled-up someone whom my mother says our family is familiar with and is somewhat ''related,'' although what surprised her most was that he had posted a few pictures of people more closely related to us, in particular a picture of her Father, which she thought might be somewhat problematic for some of her siblings were they able to find out about it. This revelation led to my mother pulling out her own collection of ''family photos,'' quite a number of which I'd never seen, whereupon I used my phone to take snapshots of selected images.

Received a call from Gracie later in the evening, which ended up in a very long discussion, during which I tried to arrange a visitation and activity day with her for the next day around Noon.

(Sun., June 20)
Re-examined my ''TracFone'' reload purchase out of a deeper curiosity, discovered that had I simply purchased  ''straight data''  by itself (without the ''unlimited talk/text'' bundle) that it would have been the much more economically advantageous option!

I'd decided to walk over to Gracie's, rather than take her anywhere on the motorcycle, as the last time I'd done so had me in a state of constant paranoia due to the amount of weight she'd managed to pack-on post her fibroids removal surgery. The plan was to have us walk to the park down behind the ''Food Lion'' @ Peter's Creek Rd. & Shenandoah Ave), but the visit rapidly turned into sexual tryst, beginning with her wanting me to stroke her crotch outside of her pants, then fingering her, ultimately progressing to Eating Her Pussy, then, per her requests, eventual ''intercourse.'' It was most interesting to learn that despite having had her uterus removed during her fibroids surgery everything (''pleasure-wise'') still ''worked'' -- although I figured how that might have effected her ability to have ''orgasms'' normally. Unfortunately, because of her gains in her weight and size, I had considerable difficulty remaining inside of her much of the time.

(Mon., June 21)
Shortly after my ''Pau Hana Time'' phone alarm activated, I sent off the email of my mostly pre-written announcement to my work site supervisor requesting that he try to find someone else to cover my "return-to-work" schedule, as I was both trying to take full advantage of the storm fronts that were trekking across the Southeastern regions of the United States as well as attempting to regain the extra weekend that I'd lost access to as a result of his shenanigans of tampering with my ''normal'' schedule which kept interfering with my plans & abilities to prepare for the trip in a reasonably timely fashion.

I then went into a mad-dash last-minute rush to submit my ''Burger King'' survey so that I'd qualify for that ''Free Whopper'' sandwich for my return-trip, keeping with my promised intention to leave the most stinging "review" I'd ever left for ANY restaurant, not just Burger King, for horrifically poor service.

Received a call from Vikki, from her place of work, just after 13:00, exactly as I was heading out to ''Domino's'' to bring back a couple of thin-crust pizzas for lunch/dinner: she said that she had not remembered telling me that she would call Sunday evening. She called again later in night, talking (or to be more accurate, mostly listening to ''ME'' talk) for just over 3 hours.

Took advantage of the milder weather to sleep outside on the lanai.

(Tue., June 22)
Finally received confirmation from my worksite supervisor that he'd managed to have someone to cover the time slots where I was scheduled to return to work.

I then called to get a reminder of when my next scheduled dental appointment was supposed to be, but I had to reschedule as I was informed (and had forgotten) that it had originally been scheduled for the previous day. Confused by this, it took me a bit of a while to recall that the date had been initially set aside prior to all of the manipulations done to my work schedule, and that I'd originally planned on being back at location by the past weekend.

I washed and sun-dried all of my clothes surreptitiously to avoid having my women's blouse and bra-&-panties ''Miss Cure Aid'' gear observed by Mother, so as to not have any questions raised that I knew I'd have no good answers for.

I began packing and planned on leaving in the Evening, hoping to be out on the road just prior to Mother's return from a baseball game with a friend -- part of the effort was to leave without having to be confronted about ''Miss Cure Aid'' (which I delayed putting on that persona anyway, in favor of wearing ''warmer'' travel gear), and the other major part of the timed departure was in hopes of missing most if not all of the passing storm bands stretching across the country (particularly those that were moving across the State of Florida) that had all been forecast.

I did text Vikki just as I was leaving (22:30), relaying my disappointment at not having been able to try to enjoy even a brief visit with her en route.

(Wed., June 23)
On this particular return trip I'd decided to text ''Checkpoint'' reports to Mom during the length of the journey -- partly due to the new paranoia that ''D.J.Chump'' has given rise to in the wake of his ''MAGA'' frenzy and its Zombified Conspiracy-Theory Racist Goosesteppers.

I would learn that I'd ended up getting ''misdirected'' for a second time on Interstate 26, once again venturing down in the wrong direction, this time coming off of Interstate 77 heading north and west toward ''Columbia,'' rather than south and east toward ''Charleston,'' not realizing this mistake until after I'd pulled off into the first Rest Area on that route almost 40 miles away for an attempt at a brief and desperately needed ''Power Nap'' (and to re-adoption of my "Miss Cure Aid" identity in the Women's Restroom just before it was closed off for housekeeping while I was still inside changing) before resuming my trip.

After the ''KFC'' at St. George, SC missed a business opportunity (again, over the whole "no inside dining available" situation) I continued my journey down Interstate 95 until I took a later exit at Walterboro. But rather than stopping immediately for lunch, my primary attentions were instead commanded by the roadside signs literally pointing the way to the ''Tuskegee Airmen'' Memorial, which I made it a point to follow -- once there, I took a series of digikame photos first for my own collection before taking one with the phone camera which I then text-shared with Mom & Vikki, after which I then proceeded to eat my ''power lunch'' at the local ''Popeyes.''

I made sure to have full tank of fuel just before reaching/crossing the state lines into Georgia, because I'd wanted to make absolutely certain that I would not have to stop in Georgia for *ANY* reason that would require me to spend even as much as a single copper-coated zinc cent of my money anywhere in that state, which I'd enacted as a One-Man "personal boycott" against the state to express my outrage over their Legislature's disgustingly sneaky and slimy tricks to attempt to restrict the "Black Vote" following the results of their most recent elections.

After pulling into the first Rest Area / "Welcome Center" in Florida from I-95, I was surprised to find an actual *WORKING* "Public [Pay] Phone" established on the site, which I was inspired to take pictures of and share with Mom and Vikki.

My bladder began demanding attention again as I was finishing refilling tank at an early pull-off at one of the Gainesville exits. So during a Pee-Break at the next Rest Area I came across, I went inside the Women's Restroom (naturally) and began to strip out of my worthless rain suit down at the far end of the toilet stalls, at which time a somewhat older Caucasian woman engaged me in brief conversation after she had just finished washing her hands near the entrance at the other end, first with the ice-breaker inquiry about my having just come out from riding during the rainstorm, then asking me if I'd witnessed an accident involving a Semi on the Interstate. Once back outside, I went through a few motions out front to make it seem as if I was ''inspecting'' the failed effectiveness of my rain suit, even though it had already been my determination to discard the thing before I continued on my way, deciding to just take my chances with any potential wet weather I might come across at this point.

Still forgetting just how much road travel is involved in traversing Florida (especially ''length-wise'') I was required to make one last refueling stop at the Lake Panasoffkee ''Circle-K,'' where for some unknown reason it would not accept the ''Chase'' card I'd been using at every fueling stop, forcing me to resort to using my ''Capital One'' card instead, breaking the established pattern.

(Thu., June 24)
I did not manage to arrive back on actual location for park-&-dropoff in the alley until just a bit before Half-Past Midnight. To my delight, there were no ''outside'' cars parked in any of our parking spaces where I typically secure my motorcycle, that clearly had something to do with the fact that there was now a ''mini dumpster'' that had since been placed inside the area against the fence, leaving just barely enough space for me to lock my motorcycle without impeding its access or removal, but that also meant my having to literally park up against all of the brush that had been allowed to overgrow into the parking area unchecked.

Upon reaching my front door, I found it remarkable that the small green tomato that had broken off from one of my plants before I'd uprooted them had completely ripened over the course of my absence.

I didn't bother to organize anything once I arrived inside with all of my effects, I simply set everything aside 'til later and texted my arrival announcement saying that I was going to be doing nothing except jumping straight into bed, which was plan right after I'd quickly stripped myself out of my wet clothes and did a quick wipe-down & rinse of my tortured legs and buttocks, which was apparently due to a combination of the series of bad nicks/cuts I'd sustained as a result of my trying to ''shave'' everywhere prior to my leaving Virginia and whatever hair regrowth was occurring during this period, all exasperated by any irritation that was being caused as a result of getting soaked due to all of the drenching wet weather I'd been experiencing during my trek across the State.

I did however postpone going directly to sleep until I'd completed sending a text to ''Mimi'' informing her of my absence & return from Out-of-State, letting her know that I'd be very interested in Eating Her Pussy, if she could arrange a meeting.

I woke-up around 10:30 or so and called the Property Management office about a half-hour later to inquire about the mini-dumpster presence in our parking area; the woman I spoke with claimed that they had no knowledge of it and suggested that I call the number provided on the container. I also used this call for the opportunity to request a trimming back of the bushes that were encroaching on our parking spaces. I also decided to take advantage of my ''week-long'' absence and all of the wet weather the area had been experiencing during that time to request that somebody be sent out to ''inspect'' my ceiling fan in the kitchen, and the roof, for the source of the water leaks which had resulted in making the  entirety  of my ceiling fan unit inoperable, since I could no long rely on ''waiting'' around for the next physical evidence to appear haphazardly just so I could take actual photographic evidence of the problem.

Had myself a glass of wine before somewhat reluctantly checking my freezer for evidence or any indications of any power outages experienced during my absence, and was relieved to find my ''Susan B. Anthony'' Dollar Coin still frozen in place unmoved, indicating that everything had remained stable during my absence.

I then called the number on dumpster and learned it had been rented by business next door, rather than something that had been placed there by anyone associated with the City for some ''event'' or some such. After which, I sent my mother pictures of the progress of my cauliflower and Tabasco pepper plants.

The roof inspector surprised me with a visit around 15:00 or so; he just got my explanation about the ceiling fan and water-dripping situation, then did some sort of inspection of the roof, not sure if he did anything at all.

June 28 - July 1, 2021 (Monday-Thursday)
''Week in Review''

I'd received a text response to my Pussy Licking offer from ''Mimi''  Monday (Jun. 28)  at just a couple of minutes past 15:45 that had awoken me from sleep. She gave periodic checks throughout the day, but eventually had to cancel because of some ''family-related'' issues she did not specify, so we tried to reschedule for the following day  (Tue., Jun. 28),  whereupon the original idea was to come together between the hours of 14:00 - 17:00, but her actual arrival time was just shy of 17:00, so she could not stay very long.

Kept my follow-up dental surgery appointment  Thursday Morning (Jul. 1),  which following a couple of  barely  effective novocaine injections, and a pre-drilling complaint about the unbearably ''cold'' air blasting inside my face, which was then followed by a ''cold swab'' test, the strong suggestion was made that I should instead have one of their recommended  Endodontists  have a closer look at it, as they suspected that I'd likely be more in need of a ''root canal'' procedure.

On the way back, I gathered my backlog of mail from the Post Office (including my most recent ''Amazon'' order, which included a cheap and super-flimsy ''emergency rain suit''), then initially intended to detour to ''Winn-Dixie'' mainly to look into ''bottled water'' options, but instead continued on to ''Domino's'' for one of their $8 carryout special pies, despite the swollen feeling of the left side of my face.

I wound up taking another ''nap'' and woke-up later in the night and decided to try to get some usage of those ''unlimited minutes'' I'd purchased and called-up my mother and spoke with her for nearly three hours straight.

Also, the ''mini-dump'' I'd called about was never removed from our parking area, but had shown evidence of having been accessed and emptied sometime during the week. I made the decision to consider it an ''outside-of-the-box'' rationalized blessing by using its location as my opportunity to claim virtual  exclusivity  rights & access to the entire area as my very own personal ''unshared'' parking zone by relocating my motorcycle from where I'd normally kept it secured to the gate post and moved it out toward the CENTER of the area, thus [potentially] effectively preventing anyone else's vehicle from accessing & utilizing any of the remaining surrounding spaces -- only time will tell if the idea will be allowed to continue ''unchallenged.''

July 5 - 11, 2021 (Monday-Sunday)
''Full Week in Review''

Called to set-up my appointment with the Endodontist in Trinity sometime after work on  Monday (Jul. 5),  after a lot of shuffling around for a time slot, taking not only my work schedule but also the impending Tropical Storm into account.

At right about 11:10  Tuesday (Jul. 6),  the providers of that mini-dumpster that I'd had problems with and began suspecting would never be removed (which I was beginning to suspect might have involved some kind of perceived property dispute) finally arrived and removed it from our parking & trash collection area and proceeded to relocate it to the designated enclosed spot directly behind the business next door (which then led me to suspect that there must have been a follow-up call received this time from the business next door asking why the dumpster they had requested had still not been provided).

Once the offending item had been removed, I'd decided to make the most of it by taking a quick trip out to ''Publix'' for a few (mostly ''BOGO'') items I'd taken note of in their weekly advert so that I could then use my return as a convenient and somewhat more ''legitimate'' excuse to readjust my parking location to try to command literally as much space as I could in a deliberate attempt to control any other vehicular access to the area... especially since our Property Management office and/or Property Owners seem to not be prioritizing the much needed trimming back of those sprawling bushes which have essentially overtaken the area where I'd traditionally secured my motorcycle. As it would happen, literally immediately after I'd removed the shackle from the rear wheel and pulled the motorcycle forward just to the edge of the sidewalk, the box-spring of a bed set that someone (unknown whom) had been leaning up against the outside of our dumpster containment gate over the period of several days was blown over by a gust of wind, which landed exactly where I'd just had my cycle secured mere seconds earlier!

Because of the value of the particular sales Publix had going on, I took the chance ahead of the storm and bought several packages of frozen shrimp products and my ''soy dogs,'' reasoning that even if there were to be any sort of significant power outages in the area I could always return/exchange them at a later date, just so long as they had remained unopened. I was amazed to see not a whole lot of ''panic buying'' taking place, despite how busy it was in the store.

After my bit of shopping, I then tried to use my  ''Whopper King''  free sammich code, but had been completely turned around when it was revealed that because of storm concerns they'd managed to run out of ingredients, which was first revealed on a posted print-out stating that they were out of ''beef'' -- but when I figured that I'd still have the opportunity to receive the free ''chicken'' sandwich as an alternative, I was then informed that they had also run out of lettuce, some other items (including, I think the cashier said, ice cream), and finally, their ''onion things,'' which was what finally prompted me to end the trip.

In somewhat relation to the ''Burger King'' incident, I also came across the email reply I'd finally received from ''Popeyes,'' after I'd contacted them over a week earlier inquiring about their receipt survey, which stated that in order to use their ''code'' in order to receive a ''free'' meal as part of their thanks I had to submit the receipt with the code  to the ''same'' restaurant  that I'd just rated... which the email reply reaffirmed. Though that stupid bit of logic pissed me the hell off, it did help to alleviate the fact that I'd accidentally purged the survey code from my phone memos a couple of days earlier.

The length and strength of the Tropical Storm that was passing across us throughout  Wednesday Morning (Jul. 7)  finally gave me the opportunity to keep my outside lights shut off ~ (I'd been resorting to this in order to illuminate at least  ''MY''  portion of the area at night since June 25 -- immediately the night right after I'd returned from my out-of-state absence, when the floodlight in the alleyway, for whatever reason, ceased to illuminate the whole area).

Stopped by the ''Walmart'' on Little Road after work on  Saturday (Jul. 10).  for a grocery produce run, returned to the apartment somewhat not surprised that I'd wound-up leaving without an item-- a head of lettuce --because of the haphazard and unfocused way the cashier kept spinning my bagged items around and placing them on their bagging turntable as she was ringing-up my order. It wouldn't be until hours later that I began to recall, which was then confirmed by the itemized receipt once I'd managed to relocate it, that I'd absentmindedly forgotten to grab a head due to the fact that I'd kept delaying doing so because of one of the shelf stockers essentially kept blocking access to that particular bin with his body and a container he was transferring other items from... so I wouldn't have one until I stopped by the Walmart in Tarpon Springs on my way back from work the following day  (Sun., Jul. 11).

Over the weekend I'd been engaging in ''reworking'' my Profile Bio introductions in the ''Hinge'' dating app before deleting my account altogether on Saturday, with the planned purpose of reposting an ''updated'' version that would essentially be carrying-on the pretense that I was now presenting myself as someone who was taking that ''one final stab'' at hoping to find that ''special someone'' which whom I could make something of a more ''real'' connection with the possible goal of entering into an arrangement that was akin to a more ''serious-minded'' and potential ''committed'' relationship... a path which I'd decided to explore down with my adoption of the ''BLK'' ''Black People Date'' app back at the start of the month, which I'd been reading & swiping through in an ''according'' fashion -- I similarly had already deleted my ''Tinder'' account earlier in the week with the same purpose in mind; preceded another week or two prior by my deletion of my account on ''Bumble,'' of which I'd gone full-in by not only deleting that account but even following through with a sign of the ''permanence'' of its removal by also ''uninstalling'' the app from my phone altogether (though I've yet to decide emphatically whether to leave it buried or to reinstate it at some later date).

Also, during some attempts at ''clearing out'' some of the occupied space on my phone's memory, to help make room available for some 'software updates,' I found that I had not actually discarded the ''Popeyes'' survey code accidentally after all... for all the fat good it would ever do me anyway!

July 12 - 18, 2021 (Monday-Sunday)
''Full Week in Review''

Went to the State office in Tampa immediately after work  Monday (Jul. 12)  in order to try to get my working license renewed, only to learn upon arrival that they'd only been accepting  ''pre-appointments''  (supposedly in response to CoViD) and that they had never thought to bother to inform anyone of this new measure beforehand.

Since, I was already in the area, I'd decided not to make it a completely useless trip by paying a visit to my ''New York New York'' pizzeria in Ybor.

They didn't have my standard ''orange'' soda, so I settled for a  ''Dr Pepper''  instead: even when a large uber-tatted shaved-headed dyke of a woman ordered a  ''Diet Pepsi''  I still did not immediately catch on until considerably later, when I finally began noticing all of the promotional materials in their windows which indicated that they had made the switch from ''Coke'' to ''Pepsi'' products.

Another change (at least during this particular visit) was that the slices were unusually  ''salty''  (not to gag-inducing levels or anything, but definitely noticeable and making the experience not entirely perfect).

Also while there, I agreed to purchase a slice for an older homeless man who identified himself as ''Johnny'' from New York -- my so-called ''Good Deed'' for the Day for which I'd still expected to be ''punished'' for at some point.

On the way back, I passed by a [feral?] turkey on the grassy median on Rowan Road'' just about two blocks' length away from my Main Street turn-off.

Friday (Jul. 16)  saw me responding pre-emptively to a potential new wave of ant infestation that was congregating within the window frame of my bathroom, which caught my notice as I was observing the swarm of mosquitoes desperately trying to locate & get at me from the other side of the screen: they went through all of my first dab of fipronil gel in relatively quick order (after only a couple of hours), which required me to keep reapplying it periodically over the weekend.

Retrieved my new ''rain gear'' (that I'd ordered earlier in the week) from the Post Office while on my commute to work, and found that it was much more in line with what I was actually going for design- & quality-wise than what I'd originally received: in either of the instances, I'd ''purchased'' all of these items with my Credit Card ''Rewards'' Points, so any disappointments could be mitigated somewhat.

Saturday (Jul. 17),  as it was nearing ''Pau Hana Time'' for me, a couple of the Peacock Trio (with the notable absence of the full-feathered tailed male I've come to refer to as ''Big Daddy'') showed back up at the worksite location where I'd first encountered them, again hovering next to one of the access doors, giving confirmation that one of the ''regular'' staff who works the area has been feeding them that's been making them come around: I took a couple of pictures of them with my phone and sent them via MMS-Text to Mom and Vikki -- I would later send one out to ''Mimi'' just past Midnight the following morning  (Sun., Jul. 18).

I'd also been trying out another ''Black Dating'' app since the middle part of the week, called, ''Black People Meet,'' and was utterly DISGUSTED with the sorry quality of the women that were posting to the site, because they kept falling completely short of anything worthy of any genuine ''serious'' pair-bonding connections: Failing in all categories, stemming from Women with: [1] Kids (which accounted for about 90% of all of my *INSTANTANEOUS* ''Left-Swiping,'' regardless if said spawn were ''minors'' or ''adults'' -- just ask my Dad about living under that sort arrangement), [2] so-called ''Body Art'' (tattoos mostly, but also more than a few ostentatious piercings), [3] an occasional mention of how much 'work' they would be to get along with because of some self-admitted ''attitudinal'' or otherwise less-than-cooperative behaviors, [4] proud boastings of,  ''MY FAMILY'' is the MOST IMPORTANT THING in my day-to-day life  (not just referring to the ''coded language'' that sneakily indirectly informs the reader that they have live-in ''children,'' but also being mentioned with equal intensity among women who proclaimed themselves to be ''childless''), [5]  SEVERE!!!  Weight Issues!!! [6] far too much  ''God First'' chest-beating pontificating ...and nearly ALL of whom expecting the MEN to come to their rescue with every ounce of OUR on-point ''A-Game'' plus those added little 'extras' the purpose of which is to keep them ''entertained'' -- and these are all women from [barely] their Mid-30s to their Early-50s!!! (it was difficult to assess how these characteristics & attitudes transcend outside of that limited spectrum, as this particular dating app, similar to ''Plenty of Phish,'' restricts [Male only?] users to be shown only a select range of profiles based on what ''Age'' they claim for themselves during the Registration portion of the Profile creation). All of this, on top of what  ''Kevin Samuels'' explains and exposes  about ''Black Women'' in America and their attitudes, is all just further indication and confirmation to me that our African-American Sisters are simply ''DONE'' and have long-since ventured down the path of the proverbial ''Point of No Return!''

July 19 - 22, 2021 (Monday-Thursday)
''Week in Review''

Kept absentmindedly locking, and thus needing to retrieve in a couple of states of near panic to avoid/prevent their discovery, sensitive work-related equipment and personal items of identification inside several of the worksite's ''Women's Restrooms'' during my workshift  Monday (Jul. 19),  which was the result of my removing these items and setting them aside as part of my attempts to take some clear ''selfie'' pictures as part of a playful gag to upload onto the various Dating Apps I plan on [re]using once I'm ready to [re]create my  ''seeking a more serious relationship''  Personals accounts as my own answer to the ubiquitous presence of selfie pix taken from inside Women's Public Restrooms in the ''Women Seeking Men'' dating profiles.

On the way back from work, by the time I'd reached Tarpon Springs I noticed a wobbling of my motorcycle ride each time I was decelerating with stopped/slowed traffic flow; upon inspection after arriving back at the apartment I'd discovered that there was a bulge in the center portion of my rear wheel, which online research referred to as a ''separation blister'' which revealed that the condition was likely the result of over-inflating the tires.

I briefly got lost during my hunt for the office to keep my Endo appointment, whereby I had to resort to trying to use  ''Google Maps''  to help me figure out where I was, but even then my disoriented state wasn't being resolved, so I managed to use G-Maps' ''GPS'' navigational feature (which was something I'd accidentally discovered was an included feature about a week earlier) to help me finish figuring my location out.

As I'd already suspected (read: ''known''), my so-called ''insurance'' was not going to be covering any of my involvement with this surgery center, which meant (as I was told) preparing myself to fulfill the expected cost obligations of the between $1200 - nearly $1400 per tooth expenses at the Endodontics, with the later expectation of likely footing the bill for the subsequent ''crowns'' work to follow. Even despite the lack of insurance coverage however, I was told after the Endo's examination & consultation that they were giving me a discount for the initial visit.

Throughout the week I'd  *really*  begun ''fully'' noticing the quiet absence of the Dogs next-door, and had even began to register that the girl who belonged to the apartment had similarly not been seen or heard pretty much since my return from my out-of-state absence, and it seemed as just when I'd really began taking notice of these conditions that I'd seen and heard the girl entering and departing her apartment (going to work?), and again the following day  (Tue., Jul. 20),  which was enough to let me know that at least she was still there, but those dogs (which had been stressing her out to the point of her often yelling at them anyway) seemed to have been removed out of there for quite some time. Then, as if in a follow-up feature to all of this, I'd observed her again the next day  (Wed., Jul. 21)  this time cradling a mewing kitten (which I'd never gotten to see) she was carrying out of the apartment.

In relation to this experience, I'd also been noticing the absence of ''Cindy'' (my teacher neighbor from across the way): I'd been seeing her daughter on more of a regular basis though, but she is also usually in the company of some scruffy-looking hang-around guy (a boyfriend?) who actually appears to be staying in with her.

We had a local power outage around 14:35  Thursday (Jul. 22)  after what had sounded like an area transformer blowing: I kind of blew-up myself as I'd immediately called the power company to report the problem, and the representative was trying to lead me through her ''script'' to get me to verify my ''Account Information'' for a call about a general-area power outage. Even though we'd received texts informing us to expect repairs to be done first estimating at 18:00, then for later at 18:45, the repair truck actually arrived within something like 15-20 minutes, and had power restored something like 10-minutes after that.

Fortunately, I had just managed to finish cooking for myself a while prior to the power outage, so I was able to complete that without interruption. In relation to this, it was during this time that I'd finally made the decision to pluck a few of the Tabasco peppers from my garden for use in a dish preparation for the first time, incorporating them into the pot of rice as part of the cooking process, having used four pods total when the finished product had me realize that the use of only a single pod would've likely been optimal. I also had to sadly toss the cauliflower leaves I'd gathered, as I had not managed to get around to using any of them in time before they began to turn rotten.

Also finally got around to trashing (referring to both the uninstallation purge and the scathing ''review'' I'd written of the app) that soul-crushing ''Black People Meet'' so-called 'dating' service!

July 26 - August 1, 2021 (Monday-Sunday)
''Full Week in Review''

I stopped into ''Sam's Club'' after work  Monday (Jul. 26)  with the intention of grabbing a couple of cases of potato chips after having heard the news over the weekend about the Kansas ''Frito-Lay'' factory walk-off & strike, believing that the actions might have an actual ripple effect on prices and/or supply, managing to find only two cases of the specific item I'd intended on purchasing  (Sour Cream & Cheddar ''Ruffles'')  remaining in stock; I would come to somewhat regret that purchase a little later in the day, when I would learn about the  HORRIFIC TREATMENT one of the Company's employees was subjected to and had to endure after he'd been seriously injured On-The-Job, only to be treated like less than useless trash! 

Went in for my first root canal procedure  Tuesday morning (Jul. 27):  it was then my intention to head to my ''Primary Care'' dentist to schedule the ''crown'' procedure, only for me to double-back just before arriving at that office upon my decision to postpone scheduling for the crown work to be done until after I'd had the second tooth worked on, based on the idea of having both teeth re-capped during *ONE* single visit, as opposed to ''separate'' visits which would only wind-up costing me more out-of-pocket money.

Called the motorcycle mechanics  Friday (Jul. 30)  to inquire about the ETA status of the replacement tire, since I'd been told when I'd first called about it on Saturday that I could expect its arrival no later than ''Wednesday''; now they were telling me that they could not schedule me in for the work to be done until this upcoming Tuesday (the 3rd).

A few hours prior to going in to work on Friday, I'd decided to test the working status of my laptop, and to my surprise, it started-up with no problems: it wasn't until I proceeded to try recharging my batteries that it again began behaving in its ''power disruption'' manner which I'm beginning to suspect involves something more involved than simply a CMOS battery switch-out (which I still had not yet attempted).

August 2 - 8, 2021 (Monday-Sunday)
''Full Week in Review''

Because of all of the rain, I called the motorcycle mechanics shop  Tuesday morning (Aug. 3),  which was the date I'd initially scheduled with them to have my tire repair work done, and had it rescheduled for Saturday. Then I called my workplace to inform our supervisor of the date so that I could request an earlier ''Pau Hana Time'' in order to keep the appointment.

Then later in the day, deciding that I'd again had enough of these disgusting ''Old-People Moles'' attempting to establish a colony around the base of my neck, I'd again engaged in some ''poor-man's surgery'' operation by deeply scraping the ''Dollar-Store'' shaving razor across my skin, but my initial stroke ran across my left hand, which was trying to hold the skin in my neck taut, and the action sliced into and below the nail of my middle finger, cutting a split down to about a third of the nail's length, for which I'd improvised an emergency-bandage comprised of a paper towel wrapped in duct tape.

Thursday (Aug. 5)  I finally submitted my Work License renewal info using the ''online'' service.

Walked to the Mall for early lunch while my tire was being replaced  Saturday (Aug. 7),  deciding on ''Chick-fil-A'' in the food court... and of course the ''second'' time of anything is never going to be as good as the first time something ''new'' impresses you. After finishing my meal, I again had to answer the bladder-relief call, and again I headed straight to the ''Women's'' designated room, still wearing my work uniform and wearing/displaying no other highlights than my ''Dollar Store'' hot-pink nail polish -- this time one of the mall's [female] security officers decided at the same time to post a watch at the entry way of the washroom: regardless, I ventured in as though I'd owned the place, and decided then and there that I probably don't need to keep concerning myself so much about whether or not I should ''dress-up'' to make access ''easier'' or seemingly less suspicious.

August 9 - 15, 2021 (Monday-Sunday)
''Full Week in Review''

Inspired by a comment from the Service/Repair shop attendee after having my motorcycle redelivered to me following its tire change-- mentioning how ''well cared for'' my cycle was for being its age and length of ownership, despite the fact that I felt my efforts were minimal at best --I decided to do a quick half-assed wax/polish job, including ''sanding'' down the dull & clouded plexiglass windshield with a green scrubber pad (as a first step of trying to clean & ''restore'' it) immediately after returning from work  Monday (Aug. 9),  only to discover the following day  (Tue., Aug. 10),  while on my way to keep my Endo appointment (again, without any assistance from the smartphone ''calendar'' app that still refuses to ''alert'' me to anything I've scheduled, which would result in my dropping its review score from ''two'' stars down to ''one''), that I'd inadvertently left my ''re-black'' plastic treatment solution outside with the cycle overnight.

There was initially some concern from the Endodontics surgical team that I might have required all of my remaining RC work to be done over two separate visits, but then determined that everything could be completed in this one sitting.

Right after the procedure was finished, I rode out to my Primary Dentist to schedule an appointment to have those crowns done: the earliest they could schedule me for was on a workday two-and-a-half weeks later, which I'd scheduled despite the fact that I'd strongly suspected that our site supervisor would try to use that date to alter my work schedule to require me to come in several hours earlier than my regular/routine time -- which would be 100% confirmed when I went into work  Friday (Aug. 13),  and saw that he had already produced new schedules  TWO WEEKS IN ADVANCE!  before I'd even had time to leave him a note requesting that no changes be made on that date... yet again confirming my gut feeling that I should have ''called'' or ''texted/emailed'' him as soon as I'd gotten the appointment scheduled! I did inform him about this on  Saturday (Aug. 14),  after he'd sent me a series of emails while I was on the job informing/''reminding'' me of how he had altered my schedule, and he was gracious enough to restore it back to my normal start time.

I'd also gotten my ''Work License'' renewal card in the mail, which I'd collected while en route to the jobsite Saturday -- so this is going to be the ''Game Changer'' with regard to my current working location... but I'd decided that it would be wiser to delay any new job searches until after all of my dental work has been 100% completed.

I'd planned on stopping into ''ZAXBY'S'' immediately after my workshift had ended on Saturday, both so that I wouldn't have to bother cooking anything myself and so that I could take advantage of that  ''10% cash back'' reward  promotion being offered by my credit card... but for some reason, on THIS particular day, after seeing their sign always in my face every time I take the ''Hillsborough Ave.'' route back to my apartment, it completely escaped my notice this time, when it actually did matter for once! I would follow this up with a ''map search'' and quick pass-by glance at their drive-thru menu after work the next day  (Sun., Aug. 15),  whereupon I'd take note of a ''free sandwich'' promotion if I downloaded & ''registered'' their ''app''; so  maybe  ''The Fates'' had set it up that way, so that I could/would become aware of that added little incentive?

August 20 - 22, 2021 (Friday-Sunday)
''Weekend in Review''

Still managing to lose/misplace personal items in & around the apartment: I've continually failed since leaving/returning from my Blue Ridge ''ohanacation'' to locate my unique teaspoon that I'd brought along with me from Hawaii (yet another physical reality ''memory'' from Home that's become lost to me), and now, within the past few days, I've also somehow ''lost'' my fabric shears (which I was needing to clip off another errant lock of my hair, finally reduced to having to resort to using my shaving cartridge) and my ''worksite'' flashlight, which I could not locate as I was gathering my standard equipment prior to heading out for work  Friday (Aug. 20)  which still remained unfound through the entirety of the weekend.

I did finally manage to swing into ''Zaxby's'' on my way back from work  Saturday (Aug. 21),  but having never downloaded the app for the supposed ''free sandwich'' after reading all of the scathing user reviews about how terrible the app functioned... or more often,  didn't:  and the simple meal I did blindly order without any advance price-scouting (almost TEN-forking-BUCKS!!! for damb-near NOTHING!) I had to sit on my arse and wait literally TWENTY Filth-Eating MINUTES!!! for a miserable sandwich that routinely spilled its contents all over the place! Later, after I returned to the apartment, I left a not-so-glowing ''experience'' review on their online survey -- incentivized of course by the promise of a ''free menu item''... with purchase, naturally (with only 14 days in which to redeem it).

Also this weekend, spurred by a number of seemingly unusual movements & activities among several of the other apartments' occupants, I decided to browse the Property Managers' website to see if any of the apartments were being placed back into the ''For Rent'' rotation, and if so, to see what the next (if any) increase in monthly rent would be. As it turned out, nothing at this location was being listed as available, but on the last unit to be rented (the one next door) it did reflect that another increase in rent had taken place: and though I'd already determined that I would be making this current one the last rental agreement lease I'd be signing, expecting that rents would have crept up to $700 or a bit more by the time my contract terminates by the end of next year, the website information revealed that rental units here have ALREADY reached that point... minus FIVE DOLLARS!

August 23 - 31, 2021
[[''Angelfire'' hosting site storage migration disruption]]
~ (updated entries incapable of being posted until Sep. 20) ~

Conducted some online searches while at work  Monday (Aug. 23)  to try to determine how to special order cases of the bottled water brand I've grown accustomed to from the water coolers provided at the jobsite, and on a whim was inspired to check on local availability of the  ''Crystal Geyser''  brand of artesian spring water-- which used to be a regular part of my hydro consumption when I was living in Galveston --and found that ''Big Lots!'' carried the brand. Naturally, after arriving back to the apartment with them, I just had to crack one open immediately to re-familiarize myself with the brand and to see if it tasted the same as I'd remembered: to my dismay, it had a ''sour'' taste not too unlike what the local tap water here in the Tampa Bay region tastes like, though not quite as strong -- this then prompted me to check the  ''source''  of the aquifer from which the brand claimed, and this was when I'd learned that this water did not originate from ''California,'' as had that which I'd consumed when I was in Galveston, but was instead sourced from ''Tennessee.''

This search for my own regular water supply independent from what I regularly mooch from the worksite was being done in advance preparation of my plan to petition the company for a jobsite reassignment, after deciding that I've grown exceedingly tired of having my requests to be kept locked into a standard and unwavering ''set'' schedule continually disregarded and arbitrarily altered at our site supervisor's every whim, which is now reaching its fever pitch as he's been putting even more pressure upon me to provide him with a ''working'' phone number so that he can call me willy-nilly whenever he wants to try to have me come in to work unannounced, or to inform me of another last-minute ''schedule change'' to completely throw me off and disrupt my anticipated ''normal'' work schedule! -- I'd tried every trick I could think of to interfere with his ability to contact me directly (other than via email, which he seems very reluctant to use), especially after I'd deactivated ''landline'' phone service (and with it, my ''answering machine'') and had to replace my original cellular phone after it fell defective: supplying him with  ''false numbers''  that were one-digit off; refusing to set-up ''voicemail,'' and ultimately, after I could no longer ''hide'' the number from him or the rest of the work crew because of a few calls I absolutely  had  to make through the cellular because I had no viably effective alternatives, resorting to assigning his contact number with a literally  ''silent''  ringtone with no vibration (so that I could continue to feign ignorance).

A few hours after returning from work, I'd ordered a couple cases of water via the ''Big Lots!'' website, and earned a first-order 15% discount as part of ''registering'' a new account with them, then after a couple of hours of not receiving any ''order confirmation & pick-up ready'' email from them, as expected, I rode out to get it delivered curbside (after grabbing a small handful of items from ''Publix'') -- the woman who came out to check my ID kept looking and pacing around all confused like, not registering that just  MAYBE  the guy sitting on his motorcycle that was parked in the ''pick-up'' spot with his IDENTIFICATION CARD visible in his hand was the person who had just called into the store alerting the staff that ''HE'' was the one who was there to claim the pre-purchased items! (...as if ''EVERYBODY'' is supposed to have, or cannot do without, a ''CAR'' -- or ''Van,'' or ''Truck'').

Concerned about my Father in New Jersey, following that raging storm that had decided to clobber them and cause the areas all sorts of problems, I tried calling him  Tuesday (Aug. 24) Morning,  but found that every number I'd had of theirs in my contacts list were coming back as unable to connect or out of service, so I had no idea whether the numbers had since been changed or if the difficulties in getting through might have had something to do with the storm that had passed through.

So in order to get to the bottom of it, I made the chancy decision of trying to reach out to my histrionic ''Victim Complex'' Sister in Kansas City to inquire of her if the numbers I had were still valid, and to provide me with their ''updated'' contact numbers in case they weren't. But knowing my Sister (in fact, knowing MOST people, whenever I petition them for any sort of important information), I did not just rely on her acknowledging my ''Caller-ID'' but also insisted on recording a Voicemail Message in which I'd CONFIRMED my identity and explained in detail the purpose of my call, asking her to provide me with the requested information, either directly via phone call or via text message. Nor did I leave it only at that, but I'd also explained in that same recorded message that I would be IMMEDIATELY following-up with a ''Text'' Message, wherein I'd again identified myself and instructed her to review the voice recording I'd just made.

She did not try to call back until early the following morning (when I was dead asleep), but she left it at just that single attempt and did not bother with trying to send a Text. About an hour or so later I'd received the routine 'Good Morning Text' from my Mother, in which she'd explained that she'd spoken with my Sister who had told her that my Caller-ID did in fact appear under my name, but because of the ''area code'' (the same as my Mother's, as it was acquired while I was living there in the area, which she knew) she (claimed) that she wasn't sure the call attempt had actually come from me-- despite the fact that I'd left a voicemail message, ended the call by entering my callback number, and following it all up with a detailed text message --so I told my Mother I was calling ''Bullshit'' on such a weaselly claim!

For the next several hours I'd resorted to trying to dig up some contact information for my NJ ohana in a whirlwind of online searches (to an equal lack of success).

Mother sent me another text later in the early evening, once again commending me for trying to [re]establish friendly contact with my Piece-of-Work Sister: she kept trying to interpret my actions as some attempt on my part to establish ''Peace Negotiations'' with my Sister or some such nonsense; this was when I'd finally clarified to her (now that I'd completely given-up any hope of ever finding the info I'd required through any online search) that my only intent in trying to contact my Sister at all was in an attempt to try to get valid working phone numbers for my Dad and his wife... to which my Moms later provided with the only number she had on hand but was uncertain if it was current or not: I then proceeded to try calling that number, but got a voicemail dropbox which I did not record into because the outgoing message never identified who belonged to the number.

I tried the number again the following day  (Wed., Aug. 25),  still to no reply. I immediately followed this attempt up with a text message, similarly identifying who I was and what my purpose in calling was, as an ''in-case'' measure if the number had been reassigned to someone else, leaving the recipient the option of calling me back to confirm or deny the person on the other end was whom I was seeking.

I tried one more time the next day  (Thu., Aug. 26),  and again received the unidentifying answering machine, but immediately after closing down the call I'd received a call back from the number and confirmed that it was the correct number -- speaking first to Gloria for an extended bit before being switched over the my Dad, call (mostly me ranting about life & stuff) lasting just shy of Two and 1/4 hours.

Attempts to post the ''regular [Mon.-Thu.] week'' entry onto the Journal webpage super-early on  Friday Morning (Aug. 27),  kept getting prevented; curious investigation unveiled that the ''Angelfire'' hosting site had been in the process of a ''storage migration'' for about the past week or two, and even though my attempted posting date seemed to be well past their announced ''10-days'' end date, I figured that this process possibly still could've been ongoing at that current time. As a result, I decided to expand out this current entry to cover events under the  ''Full-Week in Review''  banner.

Later in the morning I left to keep my appointment for the ''crown'' work on my teeth, which I'd hoped would finish ALL of my dental work so that I would no longer have that around my neck as my rationale for placing any further delays on my attempts to transfer out of my current worksite hopefully for something closer to ''home'' and with a more agreeable handling of my ''regular'' work schedule. Unfortunately, because the area around my lower tooth was still experiencing sensitivity to the cold (which Sensei had informed me should not even be the case at this point, following the root canal procedure), I was given another Endodontics re-evaluation recommendation. It was also during this crown-fitting session that the sharp-edge portion of my lower tooth chipped off, which revealed that there was still some of the remaining tooth material which retained the dark spot ''cavity'' condition which was what got me sent in for an Endo evaluation & subsequent work in the first place.

While at work on  Saturday (Aug. 28),  I was given the golden opportunity to acquire another four (4) panties (including two which were found in the same locker) -- two of which had been clearly worn -- but for various reasons I'd rejected all of them: two of which (from different locker rooms) were heavily stained (not necessarily a complete deal killer, but did contribute considerably in my rejection of them), with one of the stained ones being on that uncomfortably ''smaller'' side I'm always uneasy about (but which is still not necessarily a deal killer in and of itself); the other stained one being so ugly and ''unfeminine'' looking that it just wouldn't fit in place around all of my others. I did decide to walk-off with the ''cuter'' (and easily more ''feminine'' appearing) of the two that had shared a locker, until I'd taken more of a closer observation of item which would reveal all sorts of noticeable holes and fraying throughout several standout spots. So it was:  Panty Jackpot = 4 ... Panty Haul = 0

Stopped into ''Dollar Tree'' before returning to the apartment for another stocking supply of facial tissues (which absolutely could not be found anywhere around the apartment, but which I was dead certain to have had in reserve inside my storage closet). Upon entering the main doors there was a display case of DVD movies right there begging to be rummaged through. Upon scouting out this grab bag of titles, I'd decided upon seven items, which would in reality consist of nine (9) movies total, due to one of the cases containing three movies across two discs. Included in the haul was one Blu-ray of a Korean title I'd been somewhat aware of but had never actually tried to watch in any other of the various presentation formats; other titles that captured my interest had as their selling point particular ''cast members'' whose work I admire, even though the movies themselves are so obscure that I'd never heard of any of them -- the only exception being a movie called,  ''Distorted''  (featuring John Cusack and Christina Ricci), which I'd come across among the Dollar Tree collection months ago, which I would've grabbed back then had it not been for the fact that the disc inside had dislodged and rattled about violently, thus I'd wanted to avoid purchasing a damaged DVD that I would be unable to ''return'' if found to be ''defective.''

During my sift-through the DVD bin, I was pissed to see that the Don Coscorelli hidden gem,  ''John Dies At The End,''  was something that was now being made available to some lucky schmoes for only $1, after I'd paid ''full price'' for mine! I'd experienced this same sort of letdown months during one of my previous hauls, where I'd found (and had recommended to another bin scout)  ''God Bless America''  and  ''Kairo'' (the original Japanese Internet-horror that was remade in America as ''Pulse'').

When I finally returned to the apartment I found waiting for me a nearly completely destroyed eggplant plant, courtesy of the groundskeepers this Property Management company hires, whom I would later discover had also snagged & damaged a portion of my ''border fencing'' that encloses the garden area. Even so, considering how ''unproductive'' the eggplant has been this entire time, I figured that this ''attack'' upon it just might have been what the doctor ordered to stimulate it into actually trying to produce something worthwhile (while there is still some time in the season left?).

After being back inside for a while, I became awash with a wave of uncertainty and confusion, because I was trying for the life of me to remember if I'd opened the bathroom window after I'd returned inside... of if I'd inadvertently left it wide open during the entire time that I was at work?

Sunday (Aug. 29),  while trying to get some rest before having to prepare to leave for work, we'd experienced a power outage in the area for a couple of hours, which the power provider claimed had resulted from a lightning strike.

Monday (Aug. 30):  Considerably more tired than I was actually expecting to feel by the time I'd returned to the apartment, especially considering the fact that I'd planned on running a few outside errands and addressing the backlog of laundry that I had let get completely out of hand. It was just as I'd pulled into the alley to drop-off the bulk of the items I'd had inside my motorcycle's storage compartment-- which included a package from ''Amazon'' that contained the pack of ''SOLID'' Blu-ray cases I'd ordered  (thanks a whole fucking lot, ''Warner Bros.,'' for using disc cases for your DVD/BD features that are produced with LARGE HOLES in them!!!)  and a set of ''gold-colored'' spoons that I was hoping would be matching the shape of my ''Hawaii'' spoon (which of course they did not; so the promotional picture was not such a good representation after all) --that I'd received a text from ''Mimi'' asking if I'd be available to Eat Her Pussy for a ''quick session'' (for about 45-minutes, she figured); I explained to her that I'd just gotten off work, was unusually tired, and wasn't feeling too keen on her seeing the horrific conditions I'd allowed my living space to degrade to because of the bouts of depression I'd been going through these past several weeks, but that if she wouldn't have too much of a problem with the disorderliness of the apartment (though her invitation would motivate me to try to spruce-up just a bit). She'd originally projected that her visit would be somewhere in the neighborhood of 18:00, which I'd informed her would be sufficient enough that would allow me to get reasonably rested and try to make my surroundings a bit more presentable for visitors, but she contacted me later in the evening explaining that she had had some ''family issues'' arise which were throwing a monkey wrench into our planned get-together; I told her that if she could not make it on this night we could still try for  ''Wednesday,''  if she still wanted to pursue that option, which she'd offered as an alternative when she first texted me.

Going back to shortly having come inside after I'd returned from work, I'd received a call from the Endodontics office reminding me of my next day's appointment, which I'd completely forgotten about, and would've remained totally ignorant of because of this stupid  ''Calendar App''  on my so-called ''Smart Phone'' which still refuses to alert me whenever I've set any and every ''reminder'' on the cursed thing!

In again attempting to post my current Journal entry from the past week, I'd also learned that my HTML page for my  ''Current Season''  entries on the ''Angelfire'' hosting site was now inexplicably missing. In an attempt to re-establish a page dedicated to that purpose, I'd attempted to ''duplicate'' my most recent ''Season Archives'' page in order to tweak it so as to reclaim the designation; however, Angelfire could not fulfill the request, thus preventing any further entry ''updates'' until their issue(s) is/are resolved...  ''IF''  they are ever resolved.

Tuesday (Aug. 31):  I made my appointment for my next tooth assessment, and it was again recommended that I submit to yet another root canal, this time on the tooth directly in front of the one that had received work on my lower jaw; I did not realize until I was about halfway to ''Lowe's'' (which was where I'd planned on heading next as part of my original ''errands run'' mentioned earlier) that I had not been ''billed'' for this second ''consultation/assessment'' as I had been during my initial visit.

At Lowe's I purchased a replacement fluorescent tube for above my kitchen sink, so that I might now have some light in which to work after everything associated with the ceiling fan in the kitchen has become fully non-operational; I also opted to try a roll of that ''Gorilla'' patching tape as a quick-&-easy (and hopefully ''effective'') ''repair'' attempt to try to hold the cracking & splitting of my motorcycle seat in check.

From there, I began literally searching for the ''Zaxby's'' that was supposed to be somewhere around that general area, which I'd ''map searched'' some days ago, but in this instance I now had to work from some memory because I'd kept the phone back at the apartment in order for it to receive a full recharge, as it was practically hanging on Life-Support prior to my leaving for my Endo appointment. My search would eventually have me swing back around, bringing me onto ''U.S. Highway 19'' via ''Regency Park Bvd.,'' which I continued on until I (unintentionally) came to ''Florida Highway 52,'' which I decided to travel down until I found myself reaching ''Moon Lake Road,'' which from my return trip from Virginia I remembered would lead me back to New Port Richey. It was while touring down Moon Lake that I found that it crossed ''Ridge Road'' (something that I had not remembered), which I decided to head west back onto (in the earlier part of my Zaxby's search I'd actually traveled up Ridge Road from the west, past Lowe's, but got discouraged from not seeing much of anything after going about maybe a mile in). I barely spotted the establishment (or more specifically, its roadside sign) shortly after turning the corner, so I had to U-Turn back to it.

Upon entering the establishment, I was confused as to why the sign on the door seemed to suggest that ''inside dining'' was not being made available, but the entrance door was ''open.'' As I was still reading the sign (in reflection, from the inside) one of the workers confronted me and confirmed the sign's message and expressed confusion as to why the door was accessible: I proceeded to place my order, and use my ''survey promo'' receipt coupon, via the drive-thru, as instructed, after I'd received permission to use the restroom. I was unaware that the ''BOGO'' purchase would include drinks, so because of the size of the meal packs, and the fact that drinks came with the order, and inside dining was not being offered (which I'd actually appreciated later, since it would've been embarrassing to have me sitting at a table inside the dining room working on two meals... plus drinks!), I had to effectively abort any grocery shopping ideas that I'd originally planned as part of this meal run, so I just brought everything straight back to the apartment (via ''DeCubellis Road,'' almost making the mistake of turning back onto ''Moon Lake'' back toward FL-54, until realizing while sitting at the traffic light that Moon Lake transitioned into DeCubellis at that intersection), deciding to postpone any grocery shopping until a later date.

I'd determined upon its insertion that the fluorescent bulb I'd purchased was defective: a belief that seemed validated by the sound of something ''rattling'' around inside. I'd intended to wait until after my next tooth work session (scheduled for Thursday Morning) before going back to exchange it, but immediately after I'd completed the patching job on my motorcycle seat I felt like I'd wanted to take further advantage of being outside and of having the cycle still uncovered and ready to ride, so I decided to head back out to Lowe's to make the exchange, and to stop into a ''Publix'' along the way to pick up the few items I'd originally intended on during my first stop out here but was essentially prevented from doing after my ''Zaxby's'' order took up virtually all of the remaining trunk space.

When I got to Lowe's and began pulling out different bulbs, I kept hearing that same ''rattling'' sound when shaken. I was disturbed that this either meant that what I was hearing was ''normal'' and that I'd brought back the bulb for nothing, or that I was dealing with a case of ''all-defective'' bulbs... until I'd managed to grab one which did not [seem to] have that ''rattling'' issue. But the Universe That Hates Me decided it hadn't trolled me enough this week, so as I was examining what would be the ''replacement/exchange'' bulb, the one I was bringing back for the exchange decided to slip out of its ''open-ended'' sleeve and shatter on the ground, which meant that I'd have to explain what had actually happened and needed to hope that nobody was thinking I was trying to B.S. them with a phony story just for an excuse to return a bulb I'd broken off-site: fortunately, I was allowed the exchange without even being required to go through a checkout process. I then proceeded to make my next stop at ''Publix'' on ''Little Road'' just south of ''Plathe Road,'' which was the route I'd decided to make my return trip on. Unfortunately, this exchanged bulb smacked me with the [what should at this point not be even a small surprise] reality that problem was really not with the light bulbs but instead with the light ''fixtures/electrical wiring.''

Having not received any follow-ups from Mimi, I sent her a text at 23:00 asking her if she still wanted to invite my face into her Naked Pussy... she answered back almost immediately acknowledging her continued interest, stating she would rather come by early in the day, with me eventually agreeing to welcome her at around 9:30 or 10:00 or so.

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