Utterly apropos, here's one of those swiffs of a face that follows your mouse. It's an anime style woman.

78*F here.

My puppy's friend Bass stayed the night and today Zach and I took the three dogs for a long walk. Since Yogurt's paw is broken, she rode in the stroller. At the "turn around and go back" point of the walk, I went inside a train station to fill up the water bowl that we had brought. The lady at the desk gave me the weird look that I'm use to getting and I explained that Yogurt has a broken paw and can't walk so she goes in the stroller. She told me that she has seen me walking them downtown and had wondered what was going on (people often assume that I'm just pampering her instead of thinking that maybe she can't walk. They're not very creative with their reasoning skills).

And then I realized, I'm becoming an icon of Lawrence.

People are seeing me around and are talking about me and remembering me.

We have other icons of Lawrence, like the Sock Hand Guy, the Peace Guy, the guy that wears pastel overalls and rides a little girl's bike with pink streamers, Biking Elvis Guy, the Maraca Chick (she's newer), the Saxaphone Guy on 7th and the Honk For Hemp guy (my friend's mom dated him when we were in junior high). Ask anyone who has been in Lawrence for a year, and they'll know who these people are.

Luckily her cast should be off in about five weeks and then she can start walking again. I wonder if anyone will stop and ask "isn't that the dog that use to be in a stroller?"

It is fun though. When we're downtown, people often stop to pet her and there's always people smiling at her. Lots of them see the cast and make this "ooh, poor adorable little puppy" face and others start by laughing and then see the cast and their expression changes so much. It's fun to watch people's reactions.

Lawrence appears to be blessed with colourful characters!

Yup. Lots of hippies. Lots of acid. A few perma-fried schizophrenics. Lots of traveling people. Lots of anarchists. Lots of hippie stores. Lots of co-ops and one commune. Lots of college students. Lots of environmentally-friendly stuff. Lots of political bumper stickers. Lots of bikes. Lots of history. The word 'lots' has temporarily lost it's meaning with me. This happens when you repeat a word lots. Hehe!

In Binghamton? Who exactly do you get your stuff from, I have a friend that wants some because there be no grapefruit growing in Binghamton.

You're cruel.

It's up to my knees here now.

I`m on my way.

No good deed goes unpunished. So yesterday you know I rescued a turtle on my way back from the hardware store. Why does that bring bad karma? Who knows, maybe there's some chaos theory involved. But, the reason I had to go to the hardware store was because I bought a pressure washer to wash my disgustingly grubby house down. Only after setting the whole thing up and attaching the hose there was very little pressure. I checked all the connections etc. Finally I walk back to the water hose connection and I see water gushing from the sill of the house. Ah, I've burst a pipe. So I call my brother and he tells me what I need to buy and thus off to the hardware store.

Very graciously he came and fixed that and a few other little things for me and then left.

So this morning I once again get the pressure washer stuff out and begin, it's working great, I'm getting the gunk of the side of the house near the driveway but today was windier and cooler than yesterday so I'm also getting soaked and I'm getting sodium hydrochloride in my eyes. I put on glasses but they get wet so I can't see. I work about 1/4 of the house and my hand is cramping from holding the trigger. But the part that is done looks so good and the grubby parts look so bad in contrast I can't stop. I finish one side, the front and 3/4 of the back. But my extension cord won't reach the rest. I decide to open a window slightly and run the cord into the house, the computer room. Well, for whatever reason I don't get enough pressure and then the thing just stops. I check the gfi on the cord and it's tripped so I enter the house and try the outlet, it's done.

I have really screwy wiring in the house so I check the circuit breakers in the garage, nothing looks tripped, then I check the fuse boxes in the house and none look blown. But no other outlets in the computer room work, yet the overhead light comes on. The bathroom light comes on overhead but not the wall switch/outlet. The light leading to the basement doesn't come on either. Yet the hallway outlet works, the laundry room light works. And...I've no idea where the problem is but I now have extension cords running into different rooms to power things.

Also, every muscle in my body hurts from running that pressure washer for 4 hours.

I won't even talk about trying to put up a new clothesline.

I have bad turtle mojo.

Day-umm!

Stay away from Pa for a while, would you?

*edit* Oh, yeah.. That was selfish, wasn't it? I am sorry to hear about your horrific day. The turtle deed karma will find you. It's prolly just moving really slow.

Grapefruits!!!! I'm SOOOOOO jealous! I LOVE grapefruit!

/me wants to go grapefruit pickin' at Moe's house!

I live in Phoenix, AZ. I escaped Sh*tville many years ago. The grapefruit tree is in my backyard.

So, are you sharing the sea breeze's ???

But what did your cats do in the meantime?
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Ahhh

Jerry...don't hold back

Yes, they do like to surf.

Sure! You bring the cranberry juice, and we will split the cost of the vodka. PLUS as an added bonus, I'll get some fresh limes from the neighbors as a garnish!

I thought you could only grow cactus (cactii?) in Phoenix.

Now, subtract the grapefruit juice and we've got cape codder's!

I am severely depressed over my current vehicle situation. I had a flat tire, but the guys at the shop couldn't patch it, so I had to buy a new one. Then my car is leaking oil and the guys at the shop say it's the rear main, which means that it'd be $700+ dollars to fix. At this point, I really should buy a new car as this one is nearly 200,000 miles. Buuuuut...I can't afford it on the income I'm making at the moment. Ugh.

I'd bike or walk or take the bus, but in my current job I need to travel between buildings across town and the public transportation around here sucks.

Ever wish you had wings and could fly places?