Final Friday of May
Friday, May 26th, 2023 12:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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There was almost nothing left to eat last night, so around 2AM I made an InstaCart order for Aldi, and it was delivered this morning about five minutes after I got out of bed!
Now they're all put away and groceries are completely off the weekend to-do list! I love it! Gave the shopper five stars and a tip!
It's 70F and sunny today, and as always, I'm very happy that it's Friday.
Hopefully I have some time to start masking taping the capstones tonight.
They don't have to be done until tomorrow night, but there are 24 of them so it's gonna take a while.
At least they're all inside, in a box.
I am still worried, however, that the cap will never be level!
Because very few of these mismatched 100 year old bricks are level anymore.
I have to be careful, as I build this thing, not to let the errors build up in one spot, and then... it's gonna take a pretty thick final layer of mortar on top to give me the wiggle room needed to level the cap.
It may simply not be possible to get the cap perfectly level.
But I'm committed to this, no matter how wonky it ends up looking.
Worst case scenario, it looks like a real life Van Gogh painting of a firepit. But it'll still be solid as hell, and functional.
Hopefully more of a fun conversation piece than an eyesore [knocks wood], cuz I'm gonna be stuck with it for life!
I briefly mentioned the Home Depot card yesterday.
I did apply for one online when I ordered the topsoil, to get a discount, and it was approved.
It's only got a $500.00 limit, and I don't intend to max it out, or even keep much of a balance on it, but... I'm gonna use it tomorrow for the wood lattice and a few other things I'm running to get.
In other news, the grass from the mat in back is now tall enough to mow!
And the ruts I want to fill in are filling up with sticks and litter.
So rather than trying to rake them out and de-turf them, it may be simpler just to upturn all the surface soil and throw it into the wheelbarrow.
Either way, filling the ruts will take a little more time than I first imagined.
But that's June's problem.
This is the eve of Memorial Day Weekend!
Talk to you on the other side of midnight!
IT'S NOT MIDNIGHT YET!
I was just trying to get through my Friday night, but I got a call from Kristina, who is filling in for Chantele, because she's on vacation.
And Kristina told me that Rosa wouldn't be clocking in until 8:30 tonight.
I was like, okay, thanks for letting me know!..
And then Rosa didn't actually show up until 8:43!
And at that point I felt like, fuck it!.. I am half assing my way through the rest of this bullshit and clocking out as fast as possible!
And I clocked out at 10:43, and sped home!
Because, clearly nobody gives a shit, right?
This is the six foot tall portrait of Robert A. Cloud, or Bob, as I call him, in the main entrance of Cloud Elementary, near the office.
On this cool spring night, just before a three day weekend... after Rosa lets her friends inside the darkened building to do shrooms... Bob's giant face will become animated, like those paintings in Harry Potter, and start talking to them!
"You didn't think you could really do shrooms in my school building without my having something to say about it, did you, kids?"
As the floor becomes squishy, and their feet sink into it, they'll find themselves unable to flee. "No! This isn't acid! You don't get bad trips from shrooms!"
"That depends on what your definition of, bad, is! I think a giant lecture on responsibility would be a very good thing, for all of you!"
"Nooooh!"
"Let's start the first hour by looking at why, punctuality, is a virtue..."
"Your presence has awaken the bats, children!.. They thirst for the blood of the tardy!.."
Seriously, I did call this back on April 21st!
She wanted Chantele to say, "Yes, you can stay until 12:30, and set the alarm, Rosa!"
Because she and her stoner ass friends have some dream of being able to do shrooms inside an elementary school at night, or some bullshit like that!
I can feel it in my bones!
I KNEW these people, in my twenties!
Now, is she really doing shrooms with her friends tonight? I dunno.
The important thing here is that I predicted this, five weeks ago, and it's happening on the Friday night of a huge party weekend.
I predicted this based on her age, and her track record... trending later and later all the time... then negotiating for even later start times, which she immediately is late for.
This is not a person who has some stuff going on... a child in therapy, or whatever.
This is not a person who just can't always get it together, but tries.
This is a person with an agenda to push that start time waaaay later than there would be any sane excuse to do.
Because something's been planned for after hours.
I know this crowd! I hung with this crowd in my 20s! Spoiled kids from smaller, upscale suburbs, like Naperville, Saint Charles, etc... who do a lot of hallucinogenics... weed, acid, shrooms... and play the people around them!
Why does it matter? What harm does it do?
It matters, because they're smug, little ASSHOLES!
If you wonder why I'm not all broken up about Bill, falling down the stairs just before Cinco De Mayo... and dying!.. it's because he was a smug little asshole!
Okay!.. did Bill outgrow that and become a great guy who truly did just suffer a random acciedent that killed him before his time?
And am I an asshole, because I'm just clinging to some outdated memory of him from decades ago, that he outgrew?
NO!.. because he died in exactly the way his friends predicted that he would... decades earlier!
Any valid hypothesis should have predictions, right?
So if those predictions prove TRUE... the hypothesis is good!
Bill was a smug asshole, and so is Rosa!
Bill was a drunk. Rosa's into psychedelics. Potayto, potahto... assholes are extremely predictable!
And the forecast is NEVER good!
Okay, that's my late night rant, after a long week.
I'll see you tomorrow night, and we'll see how well I did at cutting bricks.
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