Meet Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Friday, August 17
One of the victims of The Wife’s cleaning blitzkrieg was the cat’s bed that sits off to the left on my desk…It was handmade by The Wife, too, when we first got the cat and her sister as kittens…Her sister was born sickly and died a couple-three months later…Anyway, the cat had spent no small amount of time with me at the desk while The Wife was gone and she has a history of disdaining freshly washed beds…However, I am pleased to report the cat was back in her usual place this morning while I putzing around with morning routine.
Morning routine included another Sparrow For Congress live session on Faceplant…I continue to push the same three issues: empowerment, peace and fiscal sanity…For a couple of reasons…One, I’ve learned from past campaigns (US House, 2016, US Senate 20-14) that the mainstream voters whose support I need don’t really want to hear ol’ Sparrow talking about issues, no doubt because I’m right and they don’t like to be shown the error of their ways.
But really, what other issues matter???…If we don’t get concerned citizens demanding peace and fiscal sanity brother, our country will die before this half-century is out.
Got the lawn done today…I’ll be honest, the final results won’t be in for a while, but offhand, I’m giving the yard this year below average marks…There have been too many weeds and too many brown spots for even an average rating, even for a lawn that is, as I like to say, an eclectic collection of grasses, weeds and whole grains.
The gardens missed The Wife’s TLC, too, there’s no doubt, tho I do get OK marks for plugging away at the watering…But I hardly have a green thumb, proof of which can be found in the pretty purple plant in a garden against the house that turned out to be an invasive weed that kills most everything around it…I thought it was cute…Shows what I know.
In other news from around the garden, the rhubarb has called it a day…It’s been going downhill for a few weeks, ever since it became plain it wasn’t going to be picked and put into a pie…Also, while mowing along the edge of the cabin in Quadrant C I almost stuck my face in a wasp’s nest…Or maybe it was a hornet’s nest…I can never tell…They weren’t bees, I know that…I’m not a complete dolt…It’s right below the bedroom window and actually, it looked like there were two of them…We sell some stuff at the retailer so you can destroy these from 25 feet away, but I can’t see a compelling reason for messing around with Mother Nature right now.
The bird feeder isn’t getting the action it used to get, either…A full bird feeder now lasts for a couple of days, instead of one day…The premium birdseed I used to whine about buying is still the standard ration, too, and you can’t beat the price so I don’t think they’ve found another place to eat…We have birds here year round, but maybe some have already headed south.
Swamped at the retailer, the whole way, all eight hours…Well, seven hours…Right off the bat, I saw one of the three people on this planet I have some zero use for…Worked for him for a spell when we first got to town and at the appropriate time if I am given the choice between heaven and hell I will ask where this guy is…I was grateful he didn’t come thru my line tho had he, he would have received courteous and efficient service because that would have been the quickest way to get him out of my face.
They had a fried chicken spread in the break room today…Everyone was suspicious as to why, too, which was kinda funny, but this is not unprecedented…It’s from the deli at the grocery store that’s across the parking and it’s pretty good and I like fried chicken and I ate more than I should have, frankly.
I got to Hotel A tonight and surprised JoAnn, who thought it was Thursday…I walked in and she announced she had already taken the phone into the back office so Puja could ignore it and said she would go get both the phone and the cash box she had also taken back…I asked her, kiddingly, if she had also done the audit and she said yes!!!…So the 15 minutes of work I am paid to do was already done, which means I had nothing to do for, literally six-and-a-half to seven hours, until it was time so set up for breakfast.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log: 0100 Friday until 0800 Friday…39 hours for the week, the lowest of the month so far, but still a respectable total.
The Diary of a Nobody is a novel. All elements are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Anything else is a coincidence.
It was inspired by the 19th century British novel of the same name.