May 13, 2004

• ODD BITS
  
  from an odd bitch

  One of Doug’s online friends posted the new campaign slogan:
  Bush/Cheney in 2004:  Why change horsemen in mid-apocalypse?

  He got a laugh from me when he told me, and I got a laugh from him when
  I told him it sounded like a takeoff on the old Nixon-era line: 
  Don’t change Dicks in the middle of a screw.

  I’m wondering how much of my improved health lately is attributable to
  my remembering to take my meds, and how much of that remembering might
  be attributable to the lessening of the “fibro-flare” ME/CFIDS
  relapse.  Whatever, I’m doing better and feeling confident (read
  hopeful) that remission is on the way.  Now if this damned tree
  pollen would just go away and let me breathe….

  Since it is Thursday, I’m off to Wasilla again later on.  I love
  the road, hate the city at the other end of it, love the people there,
  hate the traffic…so it all evens out in the Tao, doesn’t it?

  Latest news from Felony Flats:

  The landlord went to court Monday to get the noisy one with the loud music who hasn’t paid his rent thrown out.

  Greyfox bought a bicycle to facilitate his local running around until
  his friend/mechanic gets around to getting the clutch fixed in his
  car.  The guy said he’d do the work on his days off, but three
  weeks of weekends have passed and one thing or another has prevented
  him from completing the work.

  A neighbor’s bicycle-hating dog bit Greyfox on the foot as he pedaled
  past.  The Old Fart called animal control, who dropped off a
  biting incident report form for him to fill out.  He doesn’t want
  the dog destroyed, just restrained, damn the irresponsible owners
  anyway.

  The household of young druggies living in the shipping container had a
  “barbecue”.  They built a huge fire in an oil drum and then singed
  their hair and clothes trying to get close enough to it to incinerate
  weiners.  Greyfox was scornful until I said I didn’t suppose
  they’d had elders teaching them how to build campfires.  Then he
  looked reflective and said they probably hadn’t belonged to Boy Scouts,
  either.

  He has started leaving cat kibble out in little dishes for the local
  strays.  Some of them are now friendly enough that they jump up
  into his car/roadside stand when it’s parked and open for business,
  leaving little paw prints on the shiny knives.  One of them walked
  into his open cabin door yesterday.  He shooed her back out and I
  was aghast when he told me that.  Imagine, rejecting the honor of
  a visit by a stray cat! 

  And now I need to go dig up something to wear to town–still haven’t
  been to the laundromat (not feeling THAT well yet), so I may look less
  than my best today.  Nobody cares, least of all me.

  Then I need to brush  the tangles from a couple of days of neglect
  out of this mop on my head, wash my body, pack a bag of just-in-case
  clothing, meds, toothbrush, toiletries and snacks (got stuck last week
  sleeping in Greyfox’s t-shirt, eating his food and wearing my
  yesterday’s-dirty-jeans home in the morning).  The bag will stay
  in the car all summer, just like last year.  I guess I can now
  take the parka, hat, mittens and winter survival gear out of the car
  and put them away for a few months. 

  Also, this trip, I MUST remember to take the camera.  It’s right
  here, connected by a USB cable to the computer, so when I get up, I’ll
  just unplug it, find the case and a fresh set of batteries, and take it
  to the staging area….
  

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