I thought they were bad here 15 years ago, but they are really ugly, now. Thanks to all the welfare fraud. I can’t even count the number of times I’ve personally known of felons living in public housing. GAH!
One of the neighbors just invited me to the pizza party that I thought was just something that only the ol’ fogies were in on, here on my patio. He said he told Zeke, and Cindy and .... couldn’t get in touch with the other Cindy (my neighbor with the little dog) and I thought, “The NERVE of him to invite all those people to MY patio, where I’ve only got three chairs.”
Now, he says it will be at the ramada, so even if we didn’t want to join in but just wanted to talk, we can’t. I think he should have at least discussed the extra people when the subject came up yesterday.
Anyway, I had a breathing treatment and will stay in here where it’s warm and hope to unwind, now that I have all the forms filled out.
I still have one for the pain clinic (almost as thick) but since my appointment has been postponed by three weeks, I won’t mess with it now.
Dive, dive, dive!
Frank and Kathleen are playing out back in the puddles. At least nobody will call the police! I’ll get Kathleen to bed pretty soon.
Elen wants more money for a Comic-Con next weekend, so I’m paying her to help Vlad with his 5-minute discussion of soils.
Political discussion with Tom supports the test identifying him as a sociopath ;-).