and Matticia is already on his way to the airport in MCO to come here for the weekend.
After my day yesterday, I'm ready to rip heads off. And, I've started. Today, I have to drive to opposite ends of the county AND get files submitted to lenders we probably aren't approved with AND pick up Matticia AND teach at San Jac at 6:00.
Not bad, huh?
Heard from the hooker last night; he's patched things up with his "room mate" so he won't be needing me any more, thank you very much. Oh, and can I please bring his stuff back to him? I used two reloads on that one.
Had an email from N8 last night - 'hey, did you survive the hurricane?' Two more reloads. "Call me when you need something" since that's his MO.
So, the next question is - whose head should I lop off today?
DJHJD
Friday, September 30, 2005
Thursday, September 29, 2005
The end of the Hitlerzeit
This is from Capitol Hill Blue -
Depressed and demoralized White House staffers say working at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue is “life in a hellhole” as they try to deal with a sullen, moody President whose temper tantrums drive staffers crying from the room and bring the business of running the country to a halt.
“It’s like working in an insane asylum,” says one White House aide. “People walk around like they’re in a trance. We’re the dance band on the Titanic, playing out our last songs to people who know the ship is sinking and none of us are going to make it.”
Increasing reports from the usually tight-lipped staff of the Bush Administration talk of a West Wing dominated by gallows humor, long faces and a depression that has all but paralyzed daily routines.
“If POTUS (President of the United States) is on the road you can breathe a little easier for the day, knowing that those with him are catching hell and the mood will be a little easier in the Wing (West Wing) until he returns,” says another aide.
Capitol Hill Blue began reporting on Bush’s mood swings and erratic behavior in June 2004 but the stories of an erratic, moody President circulating within the White House were ignored by the “mainstream media” until recently. Now more and more outlets have begun to report on what many administration staffers say is a President out of control.
“A president who normally thrives on tough talk and self-assurance finds himself at what aides privately describe as a low point in office, one that is changing the psychic and political aura of the White House, as well as its distinctive political approach,” Jim VandeHei and Peter Baker wrote in The Washington Post over the weekend. “Aides who never betrayed self-doubt now talk in private of failures selling the American people on the Iraq war, the president's Social Security plan and his response to Hurricane Katrina.”
That sentiment is echoed by former Republican Speaker of the House Newt Gingrich.
“I think the Administration realizes the larger system has failed,” Gingrich says. “They are not where they want to be on Iraq. Katrina was an absolute failure."
“It's a standing joke among the president's top aides: who gets to deliver the bad news? Warm and hearty in public, Bush can be cold and snappish in private, and aides sometimes cringe before the displeasure of the president of the United States, or, as he is known in West Wing jargon, POTUS,” Evan Thomas wrote in Newsweek on September 19. Thomas talked to “several aides who did not wish to be quoted because it might displease the president.”
Thomas went on to report “Bush can be petulant about dissent; he equates disagreement with disloyalty. After five years in office, he is surrounded largely by people who agree with him…Late last week, Bush was, by some accounts, down and angry. But another Bush aide described the atmosphere inside the White House as "strangely surreal and almost detached." At one meeting described by this insider, officials were oddly self-congratulatory, perhaps in an effort to buck each other up. Life inside a bunker can be strange, especially in defeat.”
To regular readers of this web site, this should sound all too familiar. Here is what we reported on June 4, 2004:
“Worried White House aides paint a portrait of a man on the edge, increasingly wary of those who disagree with him and paranoid of a public that no longer trusts his policies in Iraq or at home. ‘It reminds me of the Nixon days,’ says a longtime GOP political consultant with contacts in the White House. ‘Everybody is an enemy; everybody is out to get him. That’s the mood over there.’”
Last year, the naysayers said we got it wrong.
But they got it wrong.
Again.
And we got it right and ahead of everyone else.
Again.
Yes, we're gloating. We all too often read reports in the big boys and have a feeling of deja vu because we're already been there and reported that.
Depressed and demoralized White House staffers say working at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue is “life in a hellhole” as they try to deal with a sullen, moody President whose temper tantrums drive staffers crying from the room and bring the business of running the country to a halt.
“It’s like working in an insane asylum,” says one White House aide. “People walk around like they’re in a trance. We’re the dance band on the Titanic, playing out our last songs to people who know the ship is sinking and none of us are going to make it.”
Increasing reports from the usually tight-lipped staff of the Bush Administration talk of a West Wing dominated by gallows humor, long faces and a depression that has all but paralyzed daily routines.
“If POTUS (President of the United States) is on the road you can breathe a little easier for the day, knowing that those with him are catching hell and the mood will be a little easier in the Wing (West Wing) until he returns,” says another aide.
Capitol Hill Blue began reporting on Bush’s mood swings and erratic behavior in June 2004 but the stories of an erratic, moody President circulating within the White House were ignored by the “mainstream media” until recently. Now more and more outlets have begun to report on what many administration staffers say is a President out of control.
“A president who normally thrives on tough talk and self-assurance finds himself at what aides privately describe as a low point in office, one that is changing the psychic and political aura of the White House, as well as its distinctive political approach,” Jim VandeHei and Peter Baker wrote in The Washington Post over the weekend. “Aides who never betrayed self-doubt now talk in private of failures selling the American people on the Iraq war, the president's Social Security plan and his response to Hurricane Katrina.”
That sentiment is echoed by former Republican Speaker of the House Newt Gingrich.
“I think the Administration realizes the larger system has failed,” Gingrich says. “They are not where they want to be on Iraq. Katrina was an absolute failure."
“It's a standing joke among the president's top aides: who gets to deliver the bad news? Warm and hearty in public, Bush can be cold and snappish in private, and aides sometimes cringe before the displeasure of the president of the United States, or, as he is known in West Wing jargon, POTUS,” Evan Thomas wrote in Newsweek on September 19. Thomas talked to “several aides who did not wish to be quoted because it might displease the president.”
Thomas went on to report “Bush can be petulant about dissent; he equates disagreement with disloyalty. After five years in office, he is surrounded largely by people who agree with him…Late last week, Bush was, by some accounts, down and angry. But another Bush aide described the atmosphere inside the White House as "strangely surreal and almost detached." At one meeting described by this insider, officials were oddly self-congratulatory, perhaps in an effort to buck each other up. Life inside a bunker can be strange, especially in defeat.”
To regular readers of this web site, this should sound all too familiar. Here is what we reported on June 4, 2004:
“Worried White House aides paint a portrait of a man on the edge, increasingly wary of those who disagree with him and paranoid of a public that no longer trusts his policies in Iraq or at home. ‘It reminds me of the Nixon days,’ says a longtime GOP political consultant with contacts in the White House. ‘Everybody is an enemy; everybody is out to get him. That’s the mood over there.’”
Last year, the naysayers said we got it wrong.
But they got it wrong.
Again.
And we got it right and ahead of everyone else.
Again.
Yes, we're gloating. We all too often read reports in the big boys and have a feeling of deja vu because we're already been there and reported that.
Quotes from Smoking Mirrors
The degree of injustice, rank venality and ‘in-your-face’ hubris of this administration is coming home to roost. It’s winking like Las Vegas neon overhead with one of those arrows flashing and flowing downward, pointing at the top of the heads of the stolen nation. Everything is now in alto relievo. Step by step, inch by inch……oh yeah…..all the lies; all the shared international anguish, all the blasted bodies, bombs bursting in air collected together in a damning collage held together by blood and shit that you don’t see in this quantity outside of a 70’s era bathhouse.
When you indict a member of Congress you can’t just waltz in with circumstantial. You can’t just have a little proof. You have to have ten times the proof needed for the lumpen proles. And so they must do. And so they must have. Oh, they may not get Frist but, then again, ‘once’ they’ve nailed Delay to the barn door and once they’ve nailed ‘pigboy’ Rove up along side him, the perception of possibility becomes more pronounced and…..sail on you bright beautiful justice system; all but dead in the water after Florida 2000. Am I schadenfreudial here? You bet I am.
Tom Delay is finished, stick a fork in him. There is no President Frist in your future and Karl Rove and the whole Cheney; dirty-tricks, family tree is on its way to the pulp mill. What are these people saying to each other right now? What are they thinking? God this is Shakespearean. Now comes the ugly feasting. Now come the whores who mulched the news and served it up each day. Now we will watch them turn on their masters. You got to watch the bottom line. It’s a safe harbor in the king’s harem when the king is unchallenged; except for the sex of course but these people swallowed their distaste along with all of the rest of it a long time ago.
As carnal and stupid a man as Bushligula may be he still knows a great deal more about some things than any of us. He knows about many of the individual shit bricks in the dike of darkness that he signed off on. He can smell the methane stink as the disinfecting sunlight hits it. He knows about the progress of all those grand jury investigations. He knows about the 9/11 realities and the mountains of shit brick lies built up on top of it. There is probably a lot he doesn’t know because he isn’t being told but he knows enough to get himself a stiff drink. It’s time for that warm glow in the belly. It’s time for evil to destroy itself. We haven’t seen Humpty McDumpty hit. We don’t know that he went down. We won’t know for awhile but he did. Maybe it’s a flash forward or some form of remote viewing into the future. Maybe it has happened in the ideal world of numbers and forces and is only precipitating downward into the material plane soon. It has happened on some level though and the rest is just follow through.
When you indict a member of Congress you can’t just waltz in with circumstantial. You can’t just have a little proof. You have to have ten times the proof needed for the lumpen proles. And so they must do. And so they must have. Oh, they may not get Frist but, then again, ‘once’ they’ve nailed Delay to the barn door and once they’ve nailed ‘pigboy’ Rove up along side him, the perception of possibility becomes more pronounced and…..sail on you bright beautiful justice system; all but dead in the water after Florida 2000. Am I schadenfreudial here? You bet I am.
Tom Delay is finished, stick a fork in him. There is no President Frist in your future and Karl Rove and the whole Cheney; dirty-tricks, family tree is on its way to the pulp mill. What are these people saying to each other right now? What are they thinking? God this is Shakespearean. Now comes the ugly feasting. Now come the whores who mulched the news and served it up each day. Now we will watch them turn on their masters. You got to watch the bottom line. It’s a safe harbor in the king’s harem when the king is unchallenged; except for the sex of course but these people swallowed their distaste along with all of the rest of it a long time ago.
As carnal and stupid a man as Bushligula may be he still knows a great deal more about some things than any of us. He knows about many of the individual shit bricks in the dike of darkness that he signed off on. He can smell the methane stink as the disinfecting sunlight hits it. He knows about the progress of all those grand jury investigations. He knows about the 9/11 realities and the mountains of shit brick lies built up on top of it. There is probably a lot he doesn’t know because he isn’t being told but he knows enough to get himself a stiff drink. It’s time for that warm glow in the belly. It’s time for evil to destroy itself. We haven’t seen Humpty McDumpty hit. We don’t know that he went down. We won’t know for awhile but he did. Maybe it’s a flash forward or some form of remote viewing into the future. Maybe it has happened in the ideal world of numbers and forces and is only precipitating downward into the material plane soon. It has happened on some level though and the rest is just follow through.
Thursday downpour
Rain - finally - rain. Lovely, soothing, soaking rain.
I worked my butt off last night, until going to meet Guy at Memorial Park for a stroll around the three mile track. I got nearly completely caught up - and now, I have the loans in front of me. After I finish this, I'm going to get on the phone and throttle someone at the lenders to get what I need here.
And, I have to figure out how to bust insurance documents out of a broker in Dallas. God, I love how helpful people are.
later
Okay, all the mail's out. That was probably $40.00. I've finally heard from a lender that I've been chasing for weeks - turns out we may not be approved with them anymore; and since we've fallen out of use, we're off the list. Jesus. Some system.
Now, if I can keep everything straight, I may have a successful day. Just realized I needed something else for a package I had already put out for shipment. Blarg. Fortunately, it hadn't been picked up yet.
even later
At this point, I'm waiting a few more minutes for the insurance certificate, and then it's going to be time to start packaging up loans - as soon as ONE of the TWO lenders I'm haranguing calls me back. This is just amazing. I can't see how this broker is doing me any good when I have to fight to figure out if we're approved and none of the information I get from him about contacts and so on is correct.
The dogs have been in "jail" all day. I may let them go pee here in a minute. I don't know quite what to think about them anymore.
Prac class starts tonight.
I worked my butt off last night, until going to meet Guy at Memorial Park for a stroll around the three mile track. I got nearly completely caught up - and now, I have the loans in front of me. After I finish this, I'm going to get on the phone and throttle someone at the lenders to get what I need here.
And, I have to figure out how to bust insurance documents out of a broker in Dallas. God, I love how helpful people are.
later
Okay, all the mail's out. That was probably $40.00. I've finally heard from a lender that I've been chasing for weeks - turns out we may not be approved with them anymore; and since we've fallen out of use, we're off the list. Jesus. Some system.
Now, if I can keep everything straight, I may have a successful day. Just realized I needed something else for a package I had already put out for shipment. Blarg. Fortunately, it hadn't been picked up yet.
even later
At this point, I'm waiting a few more minutes for the insurance certificate, and then it's going to be time to start packaging up loans - as soon as ONE of the TWO lenders I'm haranguing calls me back. This is just amazing. I can't see how this broker is doing me any good when I have to fight to figure out if we're approved and none of the information I get from him about contacts and so on is correct.
The dogs have been in "jail" all day. I may let them go pee here in a minute. I don't know quite what to think about them anymore.
Prac class starts tonight.
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
Hump day cleanliness
Well, the dogs are clean, the bathroom is clean, and the carpeting is clean. Now, it smells like Vicks Vap-o-rub in here. I've been waiting for Chuck, which is much like waiting for Guffman today, it seems. Ruby is recovered nicely. Chuck and I picked up new, right sized bed rails - which we have neatly installed in the bedroom, creating another six-ish inches of room in there. I need to fiddle with the duvet cover some more, but .. at least my pillows won't fall behind the head of the bed anymore.
Not a word out of the hooker in four days, BUT N8 has RSVP'd for the party. Oh, my.
Picked up seasons two and three of Angel on DVD today at Half Price Books.
Now, it's time to do the church calendars and mail-out, time to send out the tax returns today completed, and to do whatever the heck it is I'm going to do before Mr. Felder comes for me for walking in the park tonight.
Not a word out of the hooker in four days, BUT N8 has RSVP'd for the party. Oh, my.
Picked up seasons two and three of Angel on DVD today at Half Price Books.
Now, it's time to do the church calendars and mail-out, time to send out the tax returns today completed, and to do whatever the heck it is I'm going to do before Mr. Felder comes for me for walking in the park tonight.
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Okay, so I guess the world is telling me to ..
get off my duff and bathe the dogs tonight. Which I really don't WANT to do.
I had a DVD tonight from Netflix, which was unplayable. Therefore, my plan to avoid the dogwash was negated by the inability to play the DVD.
So, I guess I'll either have to watch something in-stock or ..
Had another loan come together today; that's four .. or is it five? that will close by Oct. 15. That's five or six in the two and a half week period. And we're just getting started. Amusing that while at MTFS we were only able to do two loans a month. In a good month.
And, had another call about QuickBooks/book keeping consulting for next week. October's going to be BUSY.
Matticia's ticket was run today, so he's coming to the party - this thing is getting out of hand.
No word from the hooker. 72 hours now.
Ruby's back in the shop. They did indeed put the wrong coolant in her, and they're flushing/filling her twice with Dexcool to try to correct the situation. I'll get her back in the morning.
BuhZilly and I went to Spec's and did some raiding for the party - 17.5 litres of vodka is now resident in the pantry, next the 12 gallons of distilled water. Talk about hurricane supplies! I bought up all of the crackers and things that were in the discount bin, which was cracking BuhZ up.
Trev stopped by this evening to pick up some computer supplies he had shipped to my address; I think he's coming back by in a bit.
Okay, time to throw the dogs into the bathtub. Urg. I would rather not have to, but ...
I had a DVD tonight from Netflix, which was unplayable. Therefore, my plan to avoid the dogwash was negated by the inability to play the DVD.
So, I guess I'll either have to watch something in-stock or ..
Had another loan come together today; that's four .. or is it five? that will close by Oct. 15. That's five or six in the two and a half week period. And we're just getting started. Amusing that while at MTFS we were only able to do two loans a month. In a good month.
And, had another call about QuickBooks/book keeping consulting for next week. October's going to be BUSY.
Matticia's ticket was run today, so he's coming to the party - this thing is getting out of hand.
No word from the hooker. 72 hours now.
Ruby's back in the shop. They did indeed put the wrong coolant in her, and they're flushing/filling her twice with Dexcool to try to correct the situation. I'll get her back in the morning.
BuhZilly and I went to Spec's and did some raiding for the party - 17.5 litres of vodka is now resident in the pantry, next the 12 gallons of distilled water. Talk about hurricane supplies! I bought up all of the crackers and things that were in the discount bin, which was cracking BuhZ up.
Trev stopped by this evening to pick up some computer supplies he had shipped to my address; I think he's coming back by in a bit.
Okay, time to throw the dogs into the bathtub. Urg. I would rather not have to, but ...
Tuesday - cleaning up after the Rita party
Ah, hopefully the Houston business community will have today recovered from a full week of Rita-madness. I have one loan in closing today; still needing insurance on it, as the home owner's people couldn't get it right two weeks ago, then ignored my request on Tuesday last, presumably hanging their excuse on the hurricane evacuation.
Then, I have three files to pack up and submit presuming that I can actually find the lenders who are willing to accept them. That should take me until mid-morning, and THEN I have more work on my list of things to accomplish for the day. Tonight, I'm going to have to launder the mutts, as the carpet cleaning guy is scheduled for tomorrow morning. Can't have dirty dogs on clean carpeting.
Chuck and I picked out [professional] models for the Fabulair website yesterday - now, I have to figure out how much that is going to COST me - I've been informed that I have to pay for "hair and makeup," so I'm going to ask Damon how much THAT would cost for seven hyper-coiffed men. Then, I have to ask Mary and Eric about setting up the shoot; and ..
I think this is going to cost me several thousand.
Had dinner with Chuck and Charlie last night; that was sure fun. We went to Ninfa's on Navigation (which mapquest thinks is on Canal St.) and it was PACKED. Chuck is so much fun. Charlie's also a hoot.
Started making up the name tags for the divo party that I thought up the other day. They're going to be fun. I'm also thinking about making up .. what to call them .. docent sheets? Like, laminated sheets that explain what this tschotchke is, or why this wall thing is here, or whatever. That could be fun as well.
Not a word out of Michael the Hooker since Sunday morning. I guess that's good. His presence in the casita is limited to a travel bag and a laundry basket, a skate board leaning up against the wall and his toothbrush. He's a basket case.
Okay, it's time to get things moving here. I have to take Ruby back to NTB and have them check out what kind of coolant they put into her back a few weeks ago. Have to chase down my tax scofflaws. Want to hear from the woman who needs FIVE catch-up tax returns filed by Oct 3 so that she can file for bankruptcy before the rules change. Also expecting some other QuickBooks consulting business to come in today or tomorrow.
Then, I have three files to pack up and submit presuming that I can actually find the lenders who are willing to accept them. That should take me until mid-morning, and THEN I have more work on my list of things to accomplish for the day. Tonight, I'm going to have to launder the mutts, as the carpet cleaning guy is scheduled for tomorrow morning. Can't have dirty dogs on clean carpeting.
Chuck and I picked out [professional] models for the Fabulair website yesterday - now, I have to figure out how much that is going to COST me - I've been informed that I have to pay for "hair and makeup," so I'm going to ask Damon how much THAT would cost for seven hyper-coiffed men. Then, I have to ask Mary and Eric about setting up the shoot; and ..
I think this is going to cost me several thousand.
Had dinner with Chuck and Charlie last night; that was sure fun. We went to Ninfa's on Navigation (which mapquest thinks is on Canal St.) and it was PACKED. Chuck is so much fun. Charlie's also a hoot.
Started making up the name tags for the divo party that I thought up the other day. They're going to be fun. I'm also thinking about making up .. what to call them .. docent sheets? Like, laminated sheets that explain what this tschotchke is, or why this wall thing is here, or whatever. That could be fun as well.
Not a word out of Michael the Hooker since Sunday morning. I guess that's good. His presence in the casita is limited to a travel bag and a laundry basket, a skate board leaning up against the wall and his toothbrush. He's a basket case.
Okay, it's time to get things moving here. I have to take Ruby back to NTB and have them check out what kind of coolant they put into her back a few weeks ago. Have to chase down my tax scofflaws. Want to hear from the woman who needs FIVE catch-up tax returns filed by Oct 3 so that she can file for bankruptcy before the rules change. Also expecting some other QuickBooks consulting business to come in today or tomorrow.
Sunday, September 25, 2005
Had stronger Ritas at Taco Cabana
So, things here at the Casita were quite relaxed during the run-up to Hurricane Rita. On Tuesday, I made the decision to not evacuate unless it got REALLY bad, and Thursday morning, the traffic snarls headed out of Houston confirmed my decision to stay in place. I had a couple of guys who were wanting me to help them understand what to do, and the hooker was totally reliant on me to save his big butt.
Thursday morning, listening to Mayor White scared the living crap out of me. Then, I logged onto the computer, and checked out the tracking map and the advisories and felt more settled. The dogs were frantic on Thursday.
Had a knock-down, drag out conversation with my sister on Thursday afternoon, after I took the hooker back to his place in Pasadena to pick up his scooter. She was insistant that I should have left for Dallas or Corpus Christi - never mind the traffic or the fact that Corpus was under a mandatory evacuation order. Came home, talked to David (my neighbor) about what we were going to do, and mapped out a plan for staying here.
The hooker never showed back up on Thursday.
Friday morning, the hooker sent me a text message asking me to come pick him up (again) and I told him he should have ridden over on his scooter as planned. David and I went to breakfast at Lankford's - then to Spec's to score some supplies - then had lunch at Lankford's. People were unconcerned. We checked out a few more things and then, around 2:00, I went to pick up the hooker, who was about to come unglued.
David and his boyfriend came over around 5:00, and hung out the rest of the night. About 1:00 a.m., we were confident that we would have very little weather where we were, and they went back to David's apartment. I went to bed. The hooker stayed on the computer, chatting.
Got up Saturday morning, made breakfast for everyone, watched "Roger the Rabbit" cartoons. By this point, I had done six dishwasher loads in three days, and had cleaned the coffee table about five times. The hooker slept until past noon, and then wanted me to take him BACK to Pasadena. At this point, I was ready to unload him, so I drove him back there lickety-split. Saw the "damage" on the east side of the county. It was small tree limbs, badly constructed car ports, that sort of thing. No roof damage. No flooding.
The hooker hopped onto his scooter, and said he'd be along in an hour or so. It's now twenty-eight hours later, and he's still gone. Let's keep it that way for a few days.
Came home from a GREAT session at New Vision, fooled around a bit, took a nap, then had dinner with David and Marc, and then a drink or three with Mikey at EJ's. Jarred was there, looking like a hundred million dollars in loose cash, and looking VERY put upon that his "girlfriend" was there waiting on him.
Poor lad.
Been looking online at concrete building plans - trying to research how one builds a hurricane proof house. I found an article about Bob Villa building one in Florida; and then found a blizzard of plans online - one REALLY makes me happy. It's gorgeous, it's huge, it's perfect for entertaining, it has a home theater upstairs, it has a three car garage, and it can be made into a self-sustaining home, from an energy standpoint.
And, the lot that Lisa and I used to walk by in River Oaks is listed on HAR. WHOOP!
So, back to work on the processing manual tomorrow, the four closings I'm working toward, taking Ruby back to NTB and challenging them on the coolant they used when replacing coolant a week ago, and ..
Thursday morning, listening to Mayor White scared the living crap out of me. Then, I logged onto the computer, and checked out the tracking map and the advisories and felt more settled. The dogs were frantic on Thursday.
Had a knock-down, drag out conversation with my sister on Thursday afternoon, after I took the hooker back to his place in Pasadena to pick up his scooter. She was insistant that I should have left for Dallas or Corpus Christi - never mind the traffic or the fact that Corpus was under a mandatory evacuation order. Came home, talked to David (my neighbor) about what we were going to do, and mapped out a plan for staying here.
The hooker never showed back up on Thursday.
Friday morning, the hooker sent me a text message asking me to come pick him up (again) and I told him he should have ridden over on his scooter as planned. David and I went to breakfast at Lankford's - then to Spec's to score some supplies - then had lunch at Lankford's. People were unconcerned. We checked out a few more things and then, around 2:00, I went to pick up the hooker, who was about to come unglued.
David and his boyfriend came over around 5:00, and hung out the rest of the night. About 1:00 a.m., we were confident that we would have very little weather where we were, and they went back to David's apartment. I went to bed. The hooker stayed on the computer, chatting.
Got up Saturday morning, made breakfast for everyone, watched "Roger the Rabbit" cartoons. By this point, I had done six dishwasher loads in three days, and had cleaned the coffee table about five times. The hooker slept until past noon, and then wanted me to take him BACK to Pasadena. At this point, I was ready to unload him, so I drove him back there lickety-split. Saw the "damage" on the east side of the county. It was small tree limbs, badly constructed car ports, that sort of thing. No roof damage. No flooding.
The hooker hopped onto his scooter, and said he'd be along in an hour or so. It's now twenty-eight hours later, and he's still gone. Let's keep it that way for a few days.
Came home from a GREAT session at New Vision, fooled around a bit, took a nap, then had dinner with David and Marc, and then a drink or three with Mikey at EJ's. Jarred was there, looking like a hundred million dollars in loose cash, and looking VERY put upon that his "girlfriend" was there waiting on him.
Poor lad.
Been looking online at concrete building plans - trying to research how one builds a hurricane proof house. I found an article about Bob Villa building one in Florida; and then found a blizzard of plans online - one REALLY makes me happy. It's gorgeous, it's huge, it's perfect for entertaining, it has a home theater upstairs, it has a three car garage, and it can be made into a self-sustaining home, from an energy standpoint.
And, the lot that Lisa and I used to walk by in River Oaks is listed on HAR. WHOOP!
So, back to work on the processing manual tomorrow, the four closings I'm working toward, taking Ruby back to NTB and challenging them on the coolant they used when replacing coolant a week ago, and ..
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