Misc

So, this is what my house looks like from the neighbor’s yard.

Yesterday evening, when my mom brought me home., she wanted to look at a sign that had been on the empty house next to mine. So, we walked over there to look. I guess the sign is gone now.

While we were over there, the neighbor from across the road called out to us. My mom went over there to talk and I soon followed. The neighbor’s name is Lori. I met her a few years ago when she brought me over a homemade roast beef sandwich on a holiday that I was stuck at home on. I can’t remember if it was the 4th of July or Memorial Day. We talked briefly that day, but had not talked again until yesterday.

Turns out, Lori values beer as much as I do. She asked me to sit and have a beer. My mom left and Lori gave me a 25oz can of beer. And we sat and talked for a while, well, the best we could, anyway. I couldn’t hear hardly anything that was said to me. She did do a bit of writing in a notebook and I responded to that. But it made for pretty slow conversation.

I’m really not good at socializing and today I’m kicking myself over fact that I couldn’t hear her and how awkward I was. I also forgot to thank her for the beer, and that’s pretty damn rude in my book. But I have been wanting to get to know the neighbors and I hope this leads to more interactions. Lori seems to know the other neighbors quite well. I see them talking sometimes.

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Don’t Be A Criminal?

It really upsets me when the topic is Police Brutality and someone says “Don’t be a criminal and you won’t be hurt by police.”

That is so not true. Police hurt a lot of people who are not criminals. There are many stories to be found.

I have had experiences with the police that still haunt me. I used to walk to the store all the time. I rarely do anymore, and the very few times that I do, I’m thinking every step of the way that a cop is going to pull up and harass me about whether my disabilities are real or if I’m just on drugs and giving him an attitude.

And even so, I still have faith in the system and I continue to believe that most cops handle situations properly. But there are still far too many times when cops do not handle the situation properly. It’s those times that I’m talking about.

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Patio 2

Okay, done for today. We got the frame down. I gave a blood sacrifice to the construction gods when I smashed my finger hammering a stake into the ground. A blood sacrifice is necessary for a healthy patio.

I guess the next step is to get sand in there..

Although I was previously looking to hire someone to do the patio, I don’t think I would appreciate the patio as much if someone else did it for me. I wanted to do the work myself, I just needed to work with someone who knows how to do it right. I’m glad my dad is able to work with me on it.

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Patio 1

My dad and I started working on the patio today. We just called it a day a little while ago.

I’m cooking ribs. After I get my patio back to its old size, I plan on getting a serious grill.

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Father’s Day

I wanted to get over to my mom and dad’s, but didn’t have a way. My dad came when he finished working on the chicken coop and we went to MD’s Sports Tavern to get food curbside pickup. MD’s makes damn good, well-stacked burgers, which is what I just finished eating.

My gift to my dad was a box of coffee.

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New Mask

Just got home. My dad gave me a new mask and I just happened to be wearing one of my Tiger shirts. About half of the people at Home Depot in Burton were wearing masks, though a few of them had their noses hanging over the tops of their masks. The other half were in the “I don’t wanna” category.

I got an email from Gov. Whitmer today. She says tattoo shops can open now. I’m gonna get another tattoo soon.

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On the Porch like Clint Eastwood

I posted this on Facebook five days ago. I wanted to post it on my other blogs too and I decided not to fix the typos.
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A little drunk noow. After mowing the front lawn, i decided to sit on porch and drink beer. About two hours later, i’m still sitting here.

I love this house so much, i can’t express how much i love my house. I’m so proud to be the owner of the blue house on Annibal Drive. Some people have called it a cute little house and I oughta slap them. In my eyes, this house is a glorious mansion.

So, i sit on the front porch and i drink beer, and i spit over the rails. I feel like Clint Eastwood in Gran Torino. . I know made that referance to Gran Torino a number of times. I guess that movie was sort of an inspiration, it was on my mind my mind when i realized i was going to do whatever i could to buy this house when my landlords announced they wanted to sell it.

Some people prefer to sit in the back yard. But i perfer to sit on front porch. It feels lonely sitting out back. I like being in the front. .

I like this neighborhood and wish i knew the neighbors. I’m prohahly aan asshole in their eyes though, considering how much angry yelling comes from my house since i moved in. Even so, i still love it here and plan to be here for tht rest of my life.

Well, i typed thtese whole thing on my phone and there are probaby a bunch of typos. I might fix them later if i log in on the computer, or i might not bother .