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...
It was a tough day today. It started out with my old photo hosting site Flickr hitting my bank account for another year, at $51. I've extracted every photo and it was my assumption the contract would end today, after many years. I got a little pissed and they are now correcting the situation.
I bumped my workout sequence up one more notch, like I've done daily for the last five weeks, then a couple hot-tub soaks and 190° saunas before work this morning, had me worn out. Even the gorgeous women at the pool couldn't get me going. I did the job and made sure everyone was legit, but I'm turning down the extra shift offered for tomorrow.
When Lectric, my trike vendor opened up in Colorado, I tried to reach a real person on the phone, in two different departments, for a half hour, to no avail.
My replacement trike should have been re-shipped last week, and assembled by the downtown Pensacola shop by now. I emailed my Lectric contact and he said there was a backlog last week and it wasn't shipped.
It was an interesting day at the Purple Parrot pool. I shut the boom boxes blasting from the lounge chairs down, because Truman was starting his live music gig. But that only lasted for an hour because the Tiki Bar sent him home, he's done, not sure why.
Then a lady started walking next to me as I was making my rounds, and told me about a domestic issue that was going down in a unit behind her and her husband. A man was yelling and a woman was screaming, so of course I knocked on the door.
Folks are treating me like security lately, even though that's not in my job description. In fact one guy walked up to me and said his wife was wondering if I was ex-military or ex-cop. Must be the muscles I'm building up these days, and I just looked at him, smiled, and said both!
Turns out the lady in the yellow building said there was no problem when I asked her about the yelling. I left and came back a few minutes later with my shirt off like a renter, and hung out next to the unit. They checked out ten minutes later.
I also cleaned some junk out of the crowded pool with the long pole. Just another day in Paradise.
It was good to get back to work today, as I had a few days off. Weekends are always busy and fun, the Tiki bar does some business mid-day and has live music.
A lot of people were checking in so I let the kids enjoy the pool while their parents get ready to come on down with wristbands.
Shelby dropped me off early, around 0930, and I got to check out the Condo they rent out there. Then I mossied over to the inside area, soaked in the big hot-tub, worked out a bit more in the gym (already had my morning workout back home this morning) and finished off in the 190° sauna.
I finally discovered the place has a great shower in the mens area, so I can sweat and shower naked, before starting my Pool Monitor shift at 1100.
Here's a quick video I shot around Noon today, before the place got real busy.
This was me around the time the twin towers fell on 9/11. I was the lead supervisor with four supervisors I trained under me, and more than 150 Paratransit vehicles on the road around Seattle. My how times have changed...
I'm not used to Pensacola neighborhoods like the one I live in now. As I walk around the cul-de-sac in the morning, there's not a single bit of garbage in the street, no stolen shopping carts parked on corners, and all the lawns are manicured with sprinklers going.
Except one, with grass a foot tall, who could use that guy on TikTok who does the free lawn mowing.
And all the folks seem successful, with campers and boats and GMC's parked in their driveway. Except the sex-registered pedophile flying the Union Flag, but every neighborhood has at least one of those.
I walked to the hen house this morning to perform my chore, shooting video along the way, and the little orange one messed up the show. She stopped at the door, blocking her sisters, until they said screw this and forced their way out.
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