Peeing at night has become an issue. First off, I have to go several times a night because of my Prostate, so I just roll off the bed, plant my feet on the floor and grab my bottle in the dark.
I worry about a urinary tract infection so I do my best to keep away from the edges of the top. That's the last thing I need now because there are no medical clinics around here.
I could walk outside and pee on the ground next to this trailer, which I do during the day, but at night the security light comes on if I step out the door, and it wakes the house up.
Hey, I'm not complaining, I have a roof over me and a place to store my meager possessions, for $600 a month. Down in this neck of the woods you can't do better. So what if it has no water or toilet, if the back door is unlocked I can use the guest bathroom, otherwise I can shit in the back forty where the dogs go.
And you can't beat the amenities, there are parks and beaches galore, and great ocean water to wade in.
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Life is so weird lately. Surviving in a small crooked trailer, with no transportation, a part time job, and massive questions about reality.
Animated characters and games flood my TV space. I despise both and I just can't figure out how some algorithm thought I liked this shit.
I'm verbally reminded often now about how crazy I was when I drank or got really stoned, and I just can't escape it.
I have people I love disappointed in me, and I can't get a straight answer why.
The fucking company Lectric has shipped me two damaged bikes. I despise them and never want to deal with them again. Today I'm alone next to the house with the dogs and wanted to ride to the Dollar Store for treats. I can't even remember the last time I drove one of their Trikes.
I met a lady I liked recently, and it was mutual, so I'll just hop on my non-existent trike and invite her to dinner.
I'm either coming down with a cold or it's Lyme disease from the tick bites.
I've given my body a break from the intense workouts the last two days, but I'll be right back at it tomorrow as I get ready for a pool shift. Gotta keep my body looking good, because I never know what's going to happen.
Fathers Day was fun at Dan and Shelby's place. Dan got a nice Blackstone Propane Grill, that hasn't been used yet, his Mom and Dad are in town, and his brother, wife, and new baby were over. There was also a woman named Diane there who's relationship to the group I'm not sure about, but we hit it off. Here's some photo's from the afternoon:
Nessie, Poppy and Topper.
A crowded driveway.
Poppy's face.
Family in the pool.
Grandma Molly.
Diane.
Dinner cooked on the old grill by Dan.
The new grill.
Winding down.
I hung out at Dan's gun store today, Green Line Arms, for their block party. There were a bunch of vendors there that Shelby setup.
... and I made the popcorn.
The store was really busy and the virtual shooting ranges were popular.
Dan's mom and dad, who have a pot farm and a store up in Minnesota, are in town and helped out. Great people and looking forward to spending time with them here for the next few days.
I pulled down a shift as the Pool Monitor at the Purple Parrot resort a few days ago, and decided to walk the 4.4 miles back to the little trailer I live in.
I hadn't taken my meds that day, and turned into a crazed monster as the sun went down. I really hate when that happens...
About halfway there, it started getting dark and rainy so I found a building with an awning and thick grass, and bedded down for the night.
Visions of the old bed back in the old trailer were dancing around in my old madman head, but I felt it best to not see people, while in this state.
When I woke up, I found two big ticks embedded in the large veins on the back of each hand. They had been sucking my madman blood all night, and I can't figure out who to feel sorry for, them or me.
There may be more, but I haven't showered since, so I don't know.
I had the bright idea three days ago, to try a 3-day Fast, because TikTok said it was cool and healthy for you. I have since learned that TikTok don't know shit, especially when they recommend laying off medication that requires food intake.
I have also been reminded that I turn into a monster when I don't take my meds. That's depressing, so I scrapped the Fast after one day and went back on my meds, one of which is an anti-depressant that I did without for 24 hours. Still waiting on that one to kick in.
I've also disappointed the very few people that care about me. Fasting with no meds and turning into a monster is not a good thing. So now, all I can do is put my head down, go to work, and hope I get my Trike back soon...
My new replacement Lectric XP Trike has shipped, and expected to arrive at Cycle Joint in downtown Pensacola on Friday the Thirteenth.
There were 13 people at the Last Supper and Judas was the 13th person to arrive. Then Jesus was crucified on Good Friday, which I always thought should have been called Bad Friday. Adam and Eve ate the forbidden fruit on a Friday, and Cain murdered Abel on a Friday.
It's a good thing I'm not a religious man, or I'd be worried.
Click the image below to see if I am...
It's nice to have the day off when the Angels are practicing over our place from the Pensacola Naval Air Station. Their roar shakes my little trailer...
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