Well, I did the three things I had hoped to accomplish before heading to work and some. Finished cleaning the Neon with vacuums and scrubbers(used two of each). Put together B's new bicycle. Mowed the back lawn. Loaded most of dishes in sink into dishwasher. Washed Neon* so that looks like came off a lot.
I didn't finish dishes because I had to get to work early to use my associate card. Technically I was at work when I washed my car, but I hadn't clocked in yet. Amazing what a premium car wash can do to a car's finish, it just buffed all the scuffs and minor scratches invisible. Mike's Carwash is great to cars. Not sure I'd pay the $17, but it's worth it when considering how lousy a handwashed car looks in comparison. Then again, other places do it for less, but I'm too cheap to compare the competition.
J seemed to think well of my accomplishments of solitude. She brought back a pie from her folks that was all mine since no one wanted apple. Sadly, I didn't expect it to be in box that said "baked in store" upon it. At least it wasn't made in China, I guess. Apple Pie is good, regardless of its preparation most of the time(Hostess "fruit pie," for example, is edible in a yummy animal fat sort of way).
AW, had a great day, all and all. Saw the Cordery family at Americana Festival, so they got to meet the rest of my beautiful family and K. They reiterated the cookout as being family friendly, but I doubt J and K would be comfortable there. I'm gonna bone up on small arms so I can follow conversations less ignorantly.
Nothing is as American as apple pie, supposedly, and I found myself wondering what a friend of mine posted upon her FB timeline. I'm not sure what it was, but I fear it was French toast. Last year, Boom posted pics of his fam, and one of his silly daughters wore shirt donning a Union Jack! Have you seen Boom's mugshot? It's better than all of his selfies, I think, but I could be wrong and just plain mean.
J doesn't FB. She doesn't do a lot of things, but she is a good mother. I wonder how she'll be as an aunt. Not sure how I'll be as an uncle. I'll be a better uncle than any K has, is all I can shoot to be. The bar has been set so low.
I wonder how long I can go without blogging. Not going to try anything, just pondering... I only check FB for messages from former Hookers and I check Twitter for the fascinating trips LSD always seems to take. I could give up FB and Twitter, since everyone has my number or email if I am needed to be reached, I suppose.
Why anyone leaves the home fascinates me, so I'm lucky to be with J. Her reasons for venturing out are very simple logical reasons.
I wonder if there's a term for friendships that social media distort in significance. I mean I can be gone from the face of the Earth, then boom, there every day or so like time never passed or shifted or quaked. Transitioned?
Was tempted to say random thoughts as post heading, but that would suggest thoughtlessness as a motivator of much of the musings which were explicitly confined to real events significant to today (now yesterday).
Lorde helped me clean my car. Not sure about all the tennis references, though. Lorde only knows, I suppose.
