Hope everything is going well with you, that something new and exciting has arisen in your existence upon this planet - like a love found that fills your heart and thoughts, maybe a newly found appreciation of one of the gifts of life, or maybe just the winning lotto numbers.
I found another place to park during the day that is within my 10K range and is more out of the way with less traffic than previous spots that I have used to pause for a time during the... day. It is behind a mall, shaded with plenty of tall trees that were lucky enough to escape that evil tornado some time ago. During lunchtime, several vehicles park and eat lunch, read the paper, take a nap, hit the pipe or, quite possibly, enjoy a tryst with whoever or whatever - regardless of the weather. The lot is not readily visible from the street and is a quiet environment with the wind blowing through the trees. The only major sound is a animal boarding facility about 200 meters away, across the street. After the lunch crowd leave it is quite comfortable to take a nap in the current weather conditions; early Saturday and Sunday mornings are even more so. A couple of times during the week when I get off work, I buy a oil can of Foster's and enjoy the quietude until the darkness comes and then move to the other site. Hope this situation lasts awhile...
Swimming season is upon us once again. During the week, I frequent the quiet pool, the one with plenty of trees that provide abundant shade. The water of the pool is in direct sunlight maybe 3 - 4 hours during the day which allows it to be refreshing for the duration of the summer and it is well maintained with the chlorine content just right. You can open your eyes in the water and not have them turn red as if you were hung over from a night of debauchery. Nearly 3 meters in depth, it is good for swimming a few laps. That area of the apartment complex was spared of that rampaging tornado that came through in April. I tried the water out in mid-May and probably set a world record for swimming 30 meters - kinda chilly with skin turning blue, can't breath, shrinkage factor and all that. Now, it is quite pleasant to visit around lunch, eat and hang out until dusk. Hopefully, I will be able to enjoy that environment this summer again.
The place where I work has a well-equipped kitchen area - stainless steel fridge, stove, microwave, dishwasher and the area is quite large. It would be the envy of some upper tier apartments, condos...hell, even some houses. None of the apartments that I've rented in the past had this much area. Three or four weeks ago, I got into the routine of visiting a store on Sunday or Monday to pick up a head of Romaine lettuce, 3/4 pound of sliced chicken or turkey breast sandwich meat from the deli and five tomatoes that hopefully are not infected with some flesh eating bacteria that causes a slow and painful death. At work, I reduce the lettuce to single leaves and put them in a large Ziploc bag and store all the items in a veggie drawer at the bottom of the fridge. During a shift, I put a few slices of the meat in between 4 leaves of lettuce, throw on some mayo or mustard, sprinkle on some pepper and presto, sandwich minus the bread. A tomato fulfills its' destiny by being skinned and wedged and consumed with the lettuce sandwich. This comprises the main meal for that day, several times during the course of a week. The meal is supplemented by a Dr. Pepper that I can usually get on sale by the six or twelve pack. Three or four times a week, I get a fast food meal for under $5 - sometimes $4 depending on the week day. You may think it that this menu would get old but my options are limited and it could be worse. Hell, it has been worse.
I finally scored some additional footwear after looking for a couple of weeks. My requirements were simple or so I thought - durable, stylish, size 15 and $20 or less. You can shake a tree and a bucket load of size 12's fall out. After checking out a mall that advertised that they had them, and didn't (bastards!), I began the drive back with the bitter, lingering acrid taste of defeat permeating my young supple body, dejected by the whim of fate being the cold, uncaring bitch she is. I drove by a place and on a lark, circled back around for a visit. Lo and behold, they had three styles to choose from that fit my requirements. I KNOW! I almost gave them the opportunity to field test their on site defib device. Having foot flops will extend the life of my only pair of sneakers and are easier to put on and take off. For some reason, people are nervous when you are barefoot, 6'4", tanned, clad in tank top and shorts, muscles rippling as I navigate in our planetary gravity well and...never mind... and they do come in handy on Dallas pavement during the summer; never have gotten used to the smell of my own flesh being seared off. But my difficulty got me wondering - can you imagine the tribulations of a woman trying to allocate a pair of size 15 high heels?
My current wardrobe is not as robust as it once was. I had been checking on a regular basis for cheap tank tops and T-shirts. Oh sure, there were plenty of ads for the brand I used to buy. These days, I'm looking for a better deal since food and fuel have a higher priority. I found a sale that offered my sizes for $4 an item and picked up a few - no white garments, thank you. Those should last longer due to my current adherence to socially sanctioned clothes washing methodology.
While I was at the large, upper scale mall that had advertised the foot flops of my size and didn't (bitches!) and sensing the dismal outcome of my quest in the other shoe stores, it came upon me to attempt to achieve a yield of another sort to make the trip productive and obtain from the other stores a resource that I could utilize in my current circumstances that could possibly enhance my effectiveness in my work environment where I interact with homo sapiens and my co-workers. These days, I shower before reporting to work and have scented shampoo, some girly soap, moisturizer and the long suffering deodorant rock so I smell decent, at least I think I do. Well, they haven't sent me home yet when I reported in. As I was visiting the footwear stores, I also visited stores that sell men's cologne and picked up samples, a lot of them. The line that I used was that I was looking for a cologne called Lilic or Lilac or something like that. I had it years ago and always received compliments about it. The cologne was named after a type of crystal and had a lion's head carved into the bottle and was not cheap. Anyway, I knew that they had discontinued the product but that was my bs line and they would tell me what I already knew but would I be interested in some other fragrances. I'd sniff a couple of samples and say that it smells nice but could I get a couple of samples to try to see if I liked how it interacted with my body chemistry. They would comply, attach their business card and invite me back when I made a purchase decision. Hell, there was one upper tier store I went into that really knows customer service. There I was in a faded tank top and shorts, wearing sneakers with my bitch purse slung over my back, talking with two women working that station And why is it that women working those stations have perfect skin, perfect hair and impeccable dress? The last time I had perfect skin was when I was shot out of a vagina 19817 days ago, twisted around in mid-air with the sinewy grace of a combat saber tooth, landed on my feet in a Matrix stance, looked around and exclaimed What a dump! I wanna go back inside! So there I was, clothed in ...clothing that seen better days, hair clasped in a pony tail (yes, I have one these days), clean shaven (yes, shaved off the mustache/goatee combo), talking with them about manufacturing techniques of fragrances. Yes, I know that it sounds a little girly but I came across some documentation in the past and found it interesting - told you I was a nerd. Anyway, they loaded up several vials and labeled them, and gave me a handful of prepackaged samples with business cards attached. One of the cards had a cellphone number written on the back but I would never trouble her on her private line about retail endeavors. The bottom line is that I now have ample...samples for use in my working world and a proven strategy for re-supply...at a different mall, of course.
On a different note, I read that scientists can successfully assemble portions of DNA in varying configurations but the code doesn't activate until they empty the contents out of a living cell and inject the tailored DNA into it so that the living cell can provide the spark of life. Holy shit shades of Frankenstein, Batman! The possibilities are staggering when considering the weaponry potential and the fact that we now have, thanks to our male dominated scientific agenda, biological weapons, nuclear weapons, orbital weapons, weed weapons, beer bong weapons - we'll now have DNA weapons...or other products. You can bet your young sweet ass, one of those nerdy scientists is tired of spending nights alone polishing his stinger and will come up with the idea of a human/plant hybrid that is prolific, can survive in any environment, is low maintenance, resistant to any disease and endure years of abuse - yep, you guessed it, a vagina plant or by its' Latin scientific name, amokus rampagus vaganis. They will be everywhere - creeping into yards, infesting indoor plants which will upset the precarious familial balance of urban America, propagating through the wild displacing other plant and mutate to infest and prosper in the waterways of this planet while the little fishes are clueless about the new life form except that it provides a safe haven. There'll probably be garden clubs whose charter is the care and feeding of such a life form. The monthly newsletter will detail how it could be used as a spice in cooking, the sharing of proper pruning techniques and how to discover the music that is liked best.
I tell ya, the Y chromosome is a terrible thing...
Have a nice day,
David
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