There’s been a lot of that GRK! runnin’round of late.

Woke to a computer that didn’t want to start proper.  Taken care of, but that was just the beginnings.

Bloo decided today was the day her Starter Switch was finished.   She’s dead in the water until Thursday; assuming USPS is punctual 🫩

A little pond above Unks old place has a backed up drain and is causing wet spots all over the hill and drive.   Digging around for that as I found the inlet and have nothing drawing into it.   Something further down the line blocked up.  Dad swears its “here” but even after running the linetrimmer over half an acre, I can’t find the outlet.   More to go, keep looking. (and its likely buried under stuff and why I can’t find it.  Unk has been going downhill for awhile and this area has grown over with briar and vines, along with all the wire forms for his bean patch.   Its a frellin’ mess.)

“Why so disturbed Dio?”  ‘its complicated.’     Yah, REALLY complicated, and lots of little shit not lining up at all, along with all the fun and games August has already tossed on my bonfire called life.   I’m truly attempting to keep a sane head through all the trials and tribs, but man, I wanna just walk out on the porch, let loose a primal scream, then grab my bokken and start breaking things.

And the BadCuz GF approached me again today, about renting the trailer.  

NO!

Not just NO! but FUCK NO!  After all of this month and the chasing shit down, and still not being fully resolved (not sure Unk has rcvd the paperwork from lawyer yet.  Waiting on word back there.) Trucks dying (Buffalo for sure lost oil pressure. Why, dunno yet.   Other shit taking priority.) Bloo becoming a 5800# lump until I get a $50 switch.  The bank card thing resolved finally, but that $600 paycheck evaporated playing catchup.  Wrong parts from supplier for mower deck, new on way, but again; playing the waiting game.   Been doing a lot of that this past month and its getting VERY old.   Dealing with idjits that can’t understand simple words like “no” isn’t exactly helping my mild mannered demeanor either.

At least the lots are getting cleaned up.   By the time parts are in for the mower deck, I’ll have most of it knocked down to mowable levels.  Might be trimming an occasional rock (and how would that be new?) but a riding mower will make shorter work in this war on weeds. (updated thought: with things coming so fast and furious, I swear that this is a test from Universe to see if I deserve such blessings of a property of my own and other such things.   honestly, that thought has been the grounding to keep me level and moving forward.)

Apologies y’all.  I don’t wanna sound like a whiney bitch (and likely do) but there’s only so much one can bear before the load gets cumbersome.   I’m real close to that point  (and I haven’t touched on all of the things getting under my skin, just the more immediate ones.)

So, tomorrow, I get to walk to Da’s for domestics duty (or I turn the electric and water back on and do it at Unks Trailer,,,  Hmmm, thats a thought.)  and I get to play begger and ask to use Da’s truck for a few days.   I think that part of this is whats eating me more than just the failure.  Its the need to ask for something.   Yah, I know, No man is an island.   (I thought I had this resolved, but NOooooo,, Buffalo had to shit the bed after convincing Bloo she could play games.  I knew I needed to keep those two apart.)  This to shall pass.   And I may be tempted to homicidal rages, but I won’t follow through.   (nor would I admit it  S.S.S!)

anyblabbergubbysmacks, Its getting late, too dark to do much outside but watch the fireflies, and I think thats exactly what I need to be doing, instead of sitting here venting my spleen to no good end. 

Love y’all.  Stay curious.

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