May 2 - 4, 2025 (Friday - Sunday)
''Weekend in Review''

Woke-up a bit after 16:00  Friday Afternoon (May 2)  and proceeded to correct my mounting mistake(s) re: the screen door locking mechanism... and due to not only the miscalculations I was necessarily responsible for myself but also because of the less than clear installation instructions  plus  the amount of improvisation the kit made necessary due to the non-inclusion of various extra parts that reasonably  should  have been included that would've ensured proper operation post-installation, I was unable to complete the task until nearly 22:00!!! ...with the final part of the total project involving bending & hammering the interior plate covering of the house-access screen door's latch in an manic attempt to dislodge its one-sided ''locking'' mechanism with my limited tools on-hand (since it had been ''permanently riveted'' into place) in order to prevent my mother (and perhaps even myself) from absentmindedly locking that door from the inside-- in effect, locking me outside and from gaining access through that side of the house --since I'd decided I was no longer going to be making any further attempts to install the other key-lock system on the metal door (which, in retrospect, given the frustrating difficulty in finally getting it relatively successfully attached to the plastic-covered ''particle board'' door, actually turned out to be a saving grace for me).

I left the house at  Noon Saturday (May 3)  to return to the Bonsack ''Lowe's,'' where we went Tuesday, so that I could restock the unopened extra screen door handle set and to get an extra key for the handle I did barely successfully install (only for my mother to offer up excuses as to why she was not even going to put it on her keychain when I handed it over to her later), plus to get an extra key cut for the padlock I've been using as my motorcycle cover's theft deterrent: the original duplicate of which I'd lost/misplaced at some point years ago.

Prior to actually leaving, while I was in preparations, I'd spotted my garden hose sprayer nozzles sticking out over the rim of the bucket which contained all of my motorcycle cleaning & care products which I'd forgotten I'd hung up on the wall inside the garage.

On the way back from Lowe's, I changed my mind about turning off into the ''Kroger'' lot, partially out of concern for the remaining battery life on my helmet cam, but reactively out of impatience, as I felt no desire to stand in wait for a left turn with three other vehicles in front of me -- so I continued on to pay a visit to the ''Crossroads'' store instead. I went in for some sandwich fixin's, but I'd mainly wanted to check to see if the moscato I'd purchased at Bonsack was still on sale... but because of my decision to bypass the Bonsack store, the trick now was to see if it had been a ''regional'' sale (not just a ''manager's special'' or some such), and if so, if the items were still on sale at that price. (I would discover later that evening, during an online price search, that what seemed like a great deal at ''Kroger'' was just regular price at places like ''Walmart'' and ''Targe-ét.'')

When I exited the store, what I had always hoped and wanted to happen finally occurred with someone:

An outward-facing vehicle with two female occupants was parked next to my motorcycle, so that the driver was sitting directly across from the panties on my handlebars. After first asking me about my being from Florida status (having observed my cycle's license plate), with the passenger saying she was originally from Florida, and that she was riding with her  Daughter  who was operating the vehicle with a Learner Permit -- which came as a bit of an off-guard catch, because I'd thought at the time that the pair might've been ''sisters'' or ''friends'' right around the same age (contributing to this misstep was the fact that the driver's mouth was absent her top row of front teeth and had appeared to have been the result of past history meth use).

After this bit of small chat, I was asked by the driver the question I'd always wanted to be asked in such situations: 'Why did I have Panties on my handlebar'?  And while I'd typically be somewhat hesitant to answer with what I would really want to say in the presence of a ''Mother/Daughter'' dynamic during these sorts of encounters, I decided to proclaim outright anyway that they were being shown-&-flown as an advertisement to signal to the world that I'm a 'Pussy Eater' -- which is the answer I reserve only for ''WOMEN'' who make inquiry; whereas I'll simply tell ''Men'' the (partial) truth that (one of) their purpose(s) is to serve as an additional means to help me ''stand-out'' more effectively in traffic (...the other and main reason of course simply being that I'm just enjoying doing something provocative that's throwing people off-balance). Thankfully, they both reacted as one would [hopefully] expect by such shameless bluntness: with caught-off-guard laughter and no traces of having taken any offense.

As the conversation (mostly with the mother) continued-- talking mostly about living in and changes occurring to Florida --I took note of the fact that the driver would be looking intently at my Panties display, and I read this as an indication that she was mentally dwelling on the information I'd just shared and was perhaps even playing around with the idea in her head. And so as to not let slip what might've been a possible opening that could've potentially led to my getting my lips moist for the first time since my arrival back to this Town, I took her staring as my go-ahead signal to hand her my ''Worktime-&-Playtime'' phone and encouraged her to put her number inside... which surprisingly she did, even with her mother sitting right there beside her. Through this gesture, I was able to retain her name as,  ''Cody''  (even providing me with her 'Full Name'), and she made sure that our contact informations were available on both phones... again indicating to me a level of potential seriousness/genuineness.

Toward the end of our conversations, they inquired about my helmet camera and asked all sorts of questions about its functional features and the like: as they would reveal, it would have something to do with Cody's children, of whom she was trying to reclaim custody, but what was being made difficult by an incompetent and/or non-committal  ''Legal Aid''  attorney and by the children's father's wife -- regarding the latter of whom they were wanting to document the harassments and threats they claimed they were receiving from the Daddy's new woman. They thought maybe they could check with ''Targe-ét'' to see if they carried any stock of similar items and be able to aid them in learning more about said products, with which I concurred, but I also suggested that they conduct a search on ''Amazon'' to get a sense of the wide assortments of related products that are available and in what price ranges they are being offered.

My final stop was ''Sam's Club,'' mainly for a banana bunch and maybe a cherry turnover platter, but I also had an intention to grab another case of  ''Seagram's''  beer coolers, but they were now only available in their ''canned'' variety, still no more ''glass bottles''; I also decided to grab a bag of navel oranges... less because I'd actually wanted them for myself, and more so that I could have a citrus something that I could share with the Mom Lady, since her medication does not permit her to consume grapefruit. Because I had no more room for anything inside the underseat compartment, I was resigned to strapping the oranges down with bungee cords... but this was what made me decide at the last minute not to continue on inside ''Dollar Tree'' when I pulled in there for my actually originally intended final stop (just to stock-up on a few cans of air freshener spray).

Partially motivated by my encounter with ''Cody'' and her Momz, and partially because of the timing of the scabbing over of my HSV2 outbreak bump, I finally refined and posted my ''Pussy Eating'' offer onto the dedicated ''reddit'' sub-group just as sunlight was breaking into the sky  Sunday Morning (May 5).

We've been without an operating toilet in the upstairs bathroom the entire weekend because of my mother's insistence replace the entire tank flow control mechanism against taking my suggestion to first try ''tweaking'' the thing to determine if there was a loosening/expansion problem that could be compensated for if for no other reason than but to extend its usefulness life. I did try to have a look at it Saturday morning before my pre-errands shower, but discovered that another (in addition? / newly arisen?) problem complicated the matter in that the water line control valve was now badly leaking as soon as the tap was screwed open... so I decided to take a 100% completely ''hands-off'' approach to the thing, and let her decide how she wants to address it at this stage.

May 5 - 8, 2025 (Monday - Thursday)
''Week in Review''

Finally decided to ''wake-up'' just shy 15:00  Monday Afternoon (May 5),  just as my Uncle Larrie was heading back out after ''repairing'' my mother's mistake(s) with the the upstairs toilet, so there was barely any interaction between us.

Past midnight the next morning  (Tue., May 6),  after restarting my ''Tracfone'' device and going through all of the seemingly now requisite routine motions to ensure LTE network re-connection after a dead battery shut-off situation or troubleshooting restart, and getting nowhere, I was then compelled to go onto their website to check my account balances (which I'd already fallen behind on for about a week in this latest instance, since the extra effort-- thanks to them not addressing & correcting balance reports via their phone app --had turned me lazy and unmotivated in relation to it... as well as my having dropped my guard somewhat since their major network restructuring/overhaul): sure enough, when I pulled-up my account balance information, I was yet again greeted with a new complete scrubbing of my ''Minutes'' and ''Texts'' totals -- the only difference this time around was that there was a slight increase (restoration) of my data reserves.

What infuriated me even more about this was that their ''Customer Service'' line is NOT 24/7, and I had to wait until 8:00 before I could get this latest problem addressed. This time however, amidst all of the expected griping about the service's transformation into pure trash ever since ''Verizon'' stuck their incompetent hands into the operation as part of their takeover, I declared that this incident constituted the final drip that made the tub overflow and that I've now become determined to sever my ties with ''Tracfone'' completely and cancel their service once I'm able to confirm whether or not I'd be capable of retaining the phone number assigned to this phone before I port it over.

For once, it actually took less than a full hour to get me re-connected -- but still nothing was done to fix the erroneous balances information in either their website or their app, as they both continued to show incorrect or seemingly ''inactive'' figures!

About an hour to placing the service call, I sent Cody a text with the ''Amazon'' link to the page that features my helmet camera, along with a list of suggested search terms for them to use to try to find something closer to what they might actually find more useful, i.e. a ''bodycam.'' In honest actuality though, I'd sent this text mainly as an excuse to initiate direct contact with Cody and to entice a direct response of some sort... regardless of whether it came from her or from her momz (yes, I figured even during our meeting in the grocery parking lot that I'd happily Eat her mom's Pussy too, if she'd expressed interest in it).

After my phone service was restored (even with its account balances still reading false numbers/status), I ventured down to the Post Office to retrieve my Bicycle, whose arrival I was alerted to (even though I hadn't actually expected it to be delivered until later in the evening, with me originally planning on retrieving it Wednesday Morning). I was a bit heavier than I'd anticipated, but not enough to have been a problem for me had it not been for the fact that virtually every gripping point that could be thought of were as if somebody put ''grip'' points on the box and proceeded to drop the ''G'' -- so that the only way I could devise of carrying it back to the house was to balance it on my head, while I carried the other package I was expecting, containing the bicycle helmet and a  ''Vine''-ordered  flat tire patch kit, I carried inside my backpack, to the degree that I could fit it.

Back at the house, I was just too tired and feeling too drained to even think about trying to begin work on the bicycle's assembly, so I brought inside to address the project at a later date.

Had a quick passing chat with ''Jessica'' as I was on my way to the P.O. -- she had been sitting in her car, saying she was on her way to a clinic or some-such to address what she thought might be a Flu.

While scrolling through my phone texts and emails  Thursday (May 8)  I re-stumbled across an email from ''Mimi'' where she'd informed me that she'd shot video on her phone of me Eating Her Pussy during one of her visits, so later in the Evening I sent her an email asking her for a copy of it, included with a link to a tutorial video on how to share an ''oversized'' video file (which was why she hadn't been able to send it to me much sooner), plus to give her a bit of a current update on my getting settled into my ''New Place.''

May 11, 2025 (Sunday)
23:55, Eastern Daylight Time

Started working on my bicycle assembly around 23:40-ish last night, and despite telling myself that I was only going to be doing part of it and resuming the project later after sleep (because of the sometimes less-than helpful guidance of the tutorial video I'd downloaded from ''WHO?Tube'' two weeks earlier), I continued working on it for the next two hours, finishing the job leaving only the issue of trying to understand why my rear wheel would jam-up and, if/when spinning ''freely,'' was making clicking sounds as if a foreign object was rubbing against the spokes -- which I'd managed to figure out and  mostly  correct with a little tightening & readjusting after I woke-up later in the morning... leaving the only thing for me to try to figure out being how to mount & secure the warning ''night light'' onto the rear.

May 15 - 18, 2025 (Thursday - Sunday)
''Extended Weekend in Review''

At 21:00  Thursday (May 15)  I finally took the bicycle out for a quick initial test run. As I was shifting gears after doing a U-Turn in the parking lot of the of the apartments on the star-mountain end of the road, the rear gear assembly seized-up and completely snapped off.

I accessed ''Amazon's'' online returns form the next day  (Fri, May 16)  to report the issue and to determine if I could/should return it for exchange -- but when the only option they had directly available through them was just a ''refund'' (which, if accepted, would make me ineligible to re-purchase the bike at its ''original'' price, since when I'd conducted a follow-up price check a couple of days earlier, the price had skyrocketed to over $300!) -- so instead, I went with the option to report the issue directly to the ''HILAND'' customer service via the link provided by Amazon... but as of weekend's end, I'd still not received any sort of acknowledgment from the manufacturer, even as I'd received a follow-up from Amazon  Sunday (May 18)  asking if the issue was being addressed/resolved by the bike company.

May 19, 2025 (Monday)
23:55, Eastern Daylight Time

Had [finally] received an email in response to my defective product report from ''HILAND'' at 5:00, but still insisted on being provided some ''Order Number'' of which they still would not specify what exactly they meant by this, as I sent a reply repeating that the only ''Order Number'' I could provide was that given me by ''Amazon,'' through whom I'd purchased it (the answer to which, as of this typing, I'm still waiting for a response on).

I went to the Post Office to retrieve the final  ''Vine''  packages I'd been waiting on (noticing Neighbor Jessie's house was now listed as ''Sold'' -- to whom my mother would later inform me was to a ''Hispanic'' family), then immediately headed out to do some grocery shopping.

My initial intention was to grab a few items at ''Dollar Tree'' before continuing on to ''Sam's Club'' for the bulk of my purchases -- but because I'd unexpectedly found so much to stock-up on @$Tree, I dropped those $70+ items back at the house then headed back out to Sam's. For the amount of items I'd purchased at Sam's, I was hard believing that I would not have any ability to purchase  all  of the items on my shopping list, despite having brought my backpack with me as supplemental carry storage, due in significant part to my having ''impulse'' purchase a few additional items not on my original shopping list, so this resulted in my leaving off purchasing the last two items on my list -- oranges and bananas. However, as I was leaving with my purchases, I'd found & claimed an empty box significantly large and sturdy enough that I could strap it to the rear seat of the motorcycle, which was when I'd now realized that I actually could have bought everything on my list.

May 23 - 25, 2025 (Friday - Sunday)
''Weekend in Review''

Responded to a chat request I finally noticed in ''reddit''  Friday Morning (May 23),  that was in response to the pussy-eating offer I'd posted; the woman on the other end-- who claimed to be a resident of ''Christiansburg'' --responded almost immediately, though I would not learn about it for a few more hours as I'd not been expecting any sort of rapid response. She made it seem as though we might be establishing a genuine communication to feel the opportunity out, but after a couple of exchanges she did not respond back, and in the meantime she continued posting her own ''regular receiver'' requests... but in so doing she'd indirectly given me insight into a more ''localized'' subreddit where I could repeat my request.

Then on the following day  (Sat., May 24),  I finally received email contact from''Mimi,'' who managed to share a couple of ''Google'' file share links which each contained a one-minute-length video clip of me sucking on her clit, as I'd requested earlier, both of which I was able to download onto my hard drive -- but as of the close of the weekend she did not follow-up with any information re: whether those were the only clips she still had available.

May 30 - June 1, 2025 (Friday - Sunday)
''Weekend in Review''

Caught my mother leaving the garage  Friday Morning (May 30)  just as I was was leaving my room to ask her if she had still planned on heading back out to pay her taxes or whatever after having her intended errand run halted the previous day by a sudden downpour: I'd already planned to head out myself to ''Sam's'' for another bag of oranges, a bunch of bananas, another tray of cherry turnover pastries, and as a last-minute impulsive inclusion, a ''loss-leader'' roto-hen, to work in conjunction with my trying to get a jump on my ISP refund 'Gift Card' before it reached its stamped June 2025 ''Valid Until'' date, just to play it on the safe side so that there was absolutely no risk of losing any remaining balances (I'd attempted to use the balance to purchase a couple of ceramic coffee mugs and a set of bungee straps on ''Amazon'' the previous night, but determined that there was no method to split payments between two or more payment options, so I canceled the ''debit'' order to repurchase the items via traditional ''credit card'' and learned how to set a PIN on the refund debit so that it could be used in a physical merchant transaction).

Our first stop was at ''Kroger'' however, where it was my intention to purchase some Hydrogen Peroxide, some rice vinegar, and some malt vinegar -- the latter item I'd ended up forgetting, but I felt I'd made-up for the lack with my finding that they stocked  ''tonkatsu''  sauce (as well as ''furikake,'' though not a very wide selection of it).

While I was standing in line at our next stop (Sam's) I noticed a woman standing in the next line over wearing a very faded jacket for the company I last worked for prior to my relocation to Florida, and because of the condition of her jacket I asked her if the company was still in business (since during my own online searches I could find no information about their existence), and she ensured me that they were indeed still in business and that the same people are still heading the operation, whereupon she offered to provide me with the contact number of the Head Supervisor and agreed to call them on my behalf to let them know I was back in Town and would soon be available for [re-]hire.

Sunday (Jun. 1),  after finally getting the last remaining bits of floor clutter (less my bag of health care & tax records) cleared and [relatively] stored, I finally pulled out a camera set-up to record some activity images for profile considerations on the ''dating apps.''

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