I'm horribly depressed living here. I know I'm not wanted, but I have nowhere to go. Words about becoming part of the family, have dissolved into the sand I walk about on the floor of this run down trailer.
I've moved my morning workouts into the trailer because Ana's here and my spot is right out her window. I park my trike outside next to the trailer now, because opening the garage involves going in the house, which I keep to a bare minimum.
I let the chickens out into the world in the morning, and hand feed them treats an hour later. They like me. I let the dogs out whenever I can, and love on them and give them treats. They love me back, and I'll take whatever morsels of love I can get lately.
I just did fifty pushups, but alternated directions half way, to compensate for the slope of the trailer floor. The same with my abb rolls. My third workout I do on the bed.
I've taught my body how to hold on to my morning shit until I get to work around 0950. If I'm not working I try to wait until everyone leaves the house. Otherwise, there's always the Park.
The only thing that's really keeping me going is my own integrity. I'm clean and sober and healthy for myself, nobody else.
I whipped up some Purple Parrot Resort AI, then used Python to convert the .png images to smaller .jpg images.
It was a fun time at the pool today. A couple approached me asking if we had umbrella stands, I said no but loaned them my security cone, and got another from the maintenance guy.
Then we had a pop up marriage on the small bridge by the Tiki Bar.
And it was all under my control.
I know this may sound a bit kinky, but when I'm can kiss my knees, I'm in shape. Just before I roll out of bed, I lay on my back and pull my knees up on my chest and clasp my ankles with my arms. Then I rock sideways, loosening up my body.
Then I kiss my knees, if I can. If I'm overweight or out of shape, I can't. This morning I kissed the inside of both knees, four inches down from the top, and smiled as my feet hit the floor.
The possibilities are intriguing...
Still clean and sober, it's been a while now. I don't count in days or weeks anymore, it just is what it is.
Exercise, diet and commitment have done good things to my body. I have a doctors appointment in three days and I'd love to have my Liver and my Prostate checked out, because I believe they both are better. But it's a head job I think.
Not that I have anything against head jobs, but I doubt that will happen. This visit will probably cover the meds I'm on that keep me from turning into a monster. Quite frankly I'd rather be pulling down a shift at the pool, turning the old women on, and working on my tan, but it is what it is.
It was a fun 4th of July in the cul-de-sac last night. When the Sun went down, the neighbors with expendable income, which I assume there are a bunch here, spent it on explosives.
The dogs were in the house alone, three in the cage, and the four chickens were hunkered down in their coup. I was in the lopsided trailer, in bed, listening to the firework crumbs falling on the roof.
I decided not to go inside to comfort dogs. Once it gets dark I stay in the trailer, to keep the front yard security light from activating. And the top of my tanned head doesn't need hot burning particles on it.
It finally all stopped, Dan and Shelby got back from a concert, and the 4th of July, was over.
I took another day trip over to Big Lagoon State Park today. The Ranger and I are becoming friends, but he couldn't accept my National Parks Senior Pass that I've had and used for 17 years. Oh well, two bucks ain't bad.
Here's a few shots I grabbed:
I was riding my Trike to work, this 4th of July morning, and hit a pothole in the bike lane. I knew it was there and normally dodge it by swinging out into the road on my left. Unfortunately, there was a car there, and the pothole threw my water cup out of the rear basket and into the street.
Where the car ran over it. I spun around and grabbed it from the road, knowing it was toast, and continued on to work. We had a barbecue today at the pool and I missed my water cup. It was crushed beyond repair.
I also earned my money today. A lot of tenants tried to hit the beach this morning, and there was no room for anyone there, so they came back and jammed the pool.
Combined with Hugh Mac's barbecue at the Tiki, where outsiders from all around town brought food for everyone, my day was tough. I had to tell the outsiders they couldn't use the pool, even though all the tenants with wristbands were eating the food.
Sometimes this nice job sucks, but it is what it is. And I'm spending this 4th of July evening alone in the trailer, with my crushed cup.
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