Turds. in A small but passable life.

At the beginning of this election cycle there were nineteen human turds floating in the republican toilet. Now there are two?, three?, four? left. Someone needs to just flush the damn thing.

Anyway, the last four days have been rather warm. The last three days were record-tying highs. That would be 88 or 89 every day. Too nice.

I’ve finished reading “Sold Out” by Michelle Malkin. It was informative. But for a non-fiction book I thought the childish name calling a bit much. But the author is a conservative and faux news pundit so I should have expected it.

I also finished a nice book of two novellas, “The King’s Justice” by Stephen R. Donaldson. A nice little break from reality.

Daughter sent me the re-application for the EBT SNAP. There are definite questions about ownership of property and assets and bank accounts. So I’ve decided to not re-apply. I’m not going to lie. I’ve lived on bologna sandwiches before, I can do it again if I need to.

I still remember the portions: one loaf of bread has twenty slices, a pound of bologna has ten slices, therefore that was ten sandwiches that made for one sandwich a day for ten days. I believe that worked out to twenty-five cents a day. I forget what the calorie count was but obviously it was adequate for survival because obviously I’m still alive after all those months.

I did a load of laundry yesterday. The first load since I’ve been here. I washed everything I’d been wearing, which isn’t much. I wear my sweatpants and raggedy T-shirt around the house. I wear shorts and my favorite shirt away from the house. Add my swimsuit, sarong, and towel and that’s about all I’ve worn here. No socks or shoes . . . EVER!

Mom was trying to write a check this morning to pay a bill. I had to, once again, explain to her that there will be no more check writing, that everything is withdrawn automatically and all hiccups will be taken care of online. True, I’ve been keeping a “check register” and recording by hand all deposits and withdrawals but that is just to reassure her that I’m keeping track. In reality I really don’t give a shit and don’t need to give a shit. There will always be enough money to cover everything and for backup I have my sis-in-law watching the accounts over my shoulder.

And I have been heeding sis-in-laws advice by just agreeing with everything Mom says and not making an issue out of anything because, yes, give it some time and she’ll forget about whatever it was. “Put it on the list Mom and we’ll take care of it.” I’ll let the little chores she wants done pile up a bit and then do them all at one time. Which never takes much time.

I need to wash the car but there are no regular do-it-yourself car washes. Or at least I haven’t found one. Maybe they’re not allowed? The automatic self-serve car washes are everywhere and usually cost about five bucks. The HOA here in the RV park doesn’t allow car washing. The golf cart needs washing too.

Anyway, I need to pack up and head to the pool. A cool front bringing temps back down to normal (70 degrees?) is predicted for Monday and Tuesday. I’ve got another non-fiction to read.

Some people got my last entry, others didn’t. I suppose I could’ve written it better. I was thinking more on metaphysical lines. Specifically regarding the fact that why aren’t things better? Anyone with any common sense and basic knowledge knows things could and should be better. If shit is to be made up, why not make up good shit?

That’s all I got.

Last updated March 06, 2016