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Monday 19- I did my stretches.
Today’s Weather was: Temps of around 54 and 81 degrees, calm winds, humidity around 15 percent, mostly skies.
According to the National Weather Service: “Tuesday: Areas of blowing dust after 11am. Mostly sunny, with a high near 78. Breezy, with a southwest wind 7 to 10 mph increasing to between 25 and 28 mph. Winds could gust as high as 41 mph. Tuesday Night: Partly cloudy, with a low around 46. Breezy, with a west southwest wind 25 to 28 mph decreasing to between 13 and 16 mph. Winds could gust as high as 39 mph.”
I got up at the ungodly hour of 8:30am so I could be down at the DMV at 10am to find out just what I needed to do to get the Gross Polluter registered after being totaled by the insurance company. I had the salvage certificate and all the paperwork on the truck with me when I arrived; the place was packed! But I had an appointment and was out of there in less than thirty minutes with more paperwork to fill out and a temporary permit till the end of May so I can get the truck smogged, and lights certified. I would suggest to anybody not to go to the DMV without an appointment!!!
After leaving the DMV I stopped off at Bar Lumber to get the right length lag bolts for my patio and also picked up some Snow Coat for the roof to keep it cool in the coming months. On the way back home I got some supplies at Stater Bros that I needed; bread, fruits, that sort of stuff.
I just walked in the house when Chris called saying he had my USDA groceries at his house, so I drove over to pick them up and we sat for a spell yapping. He told me that 101 folks showed up at the food distribution today and that’s a lot more than we’ve ever had; must be the hard times with folks running out of money as the government says things are getting better, yeah right.
I drilled and put in those lag bolts in the structure that will hold up the patio roof. It took about an hour or so but I was dang tired afterwards.
I went for my evening walk listening to Astro 10: General Astronomy: The Dark Side of Matter.
I read aloud from the textbooks: “Astronomy Today" Jupiter’s moons Europa, Ganymede, and Calliso; “The Cell: a Molecular Approach” Models of Homologous Recombination.
I read a few chapters of “The Golden Orange” (1990) by Joseph Wambaugh.
The rich lady invites our hero to Palm Springs where her deceased Dad had this mansion. He still doesn’t know why this woman likes him. They have sex. They go for a horseback ride through the desert. They get shot at. They think it is some kids target shooting but called the cops who took a written report. They have more sex. They drive back to Newport where she drops him off at his house. Later she calls him at the sleazy bar asking him to come to her house right away. He quickly arrives and she tells him that she saw an employee of her Dad’s friend, who now owns the desert mansion, hanging out across the street watching her house. She then goes on to tell him that her Dad was gay and gave the desert mansion to his lover and not to her. And that her Dad was found a year before in the surf with a gunshot wound in his head. The police said it was a suicide because he found out he had HIV. The plot thickens!
I did my stretches, practiced my guitar, wrote to my journal, posted it to the web, and called it a night.
Today’s Weather was: Temps of around 54 and 81 degrees, calm winds, humidity around 15 percent, mostly skies.
According to the National Weather Service: “Tuesday: Areas of blowing dust after 11am. Mostly sunny, with a high near 78. Breezy, with a southwest wind 7 to 10 mph increasing to between 25 and 28 mph. Winds could gust as high as 41 mph. Tuesday Night: Partly cloudy, with a low around 46. Breezy, with a west southwest wind 25 to 28 mph decreasing to between 13 and 16 mph. Winds could gust as high as 39 mph.”
I got up at the ungodly hour of 8:30am so I could be down at the DMV at 10am to find out just what I needed to do to get the Gross Polluter registered after being totaled by the insurance company. I had the salvage certificate and all the paperwork on the truck with me when I arrived; the place was packed! But I had an appointment and was out of there in less than thirty minutes with more paperwork to fill out and a temporary permit till the end of May so I can get the truck smogged, and lights certified. I would suggest to anybody not to go to the DMV without an appointment!!!
After leaving the DMV I stopped off at Bar Lumber to get the right length lag bolts for my patio and also picked up some Snow Coat for the roof to keep it cool in the coming months. On the way back home I got some supplies at Stater Bros that I needed; bread, fruits, that sort of stuff.
I just walked in the house when Chris called saying he had my USDA groceries at his house, so I drove over to pick them up and we sat for a spell yapping. He told me that 101 folks showed up at the food distribution today and that’s a lot more than we’ve ever had; must be the hard times with folks running out of money as the government says things are getting better, yeah right.
I drilled and put in those lag bolts in the structure that will hold up the patio roof. It took about an hour or so but I was dang tired afterwards.
I went for my evening walk listening to Astro 10: General Astronomy: The Dark Side of Matter.
I read aloud from the textbooks: “Astronomy Today" Jupiter’s moons Europa, Ganymede, and Calliso; “The Cell: a Molecular Approach” Models of Homologous Recombination.
I read a few chapters of “The Golden Orange” (1990) by Joseph Wambaugh.
The rich lady invites our hero to Palm Springs where her deceased Dad had this mansion. He still doesn’t know why this woman likes him. They have sex. They go for a horseback ride through the desert. They get shot at. They think it is some kids target shooting but called the cops who took a written report. They have more sex. They drive back to Newport where she drops him off at his house. Later she calls him at the sleazy bar asking him to come to her house right away. He quickly arrives and she tells him that she saw an employee of her Dad’s friend, who now owns the desert mansion, hanging out across the street watching her house. She then goes on to tell him that her Dad was gay and gave the desert mansion to his lover and not to her. And that her Dad was found a year before in the surf with a gunshot wound in his head. The police said it was a suicide because he found out he had HIV. The plot thickens!
I did my stretches, practiced my guitar, wrote to my journal, posted it to the web, and called it a night.
