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Hired big trees pruned. Keyless entry and a new spring replaced on garage door. The cat — a 90 year old man — went to vet. He is doing well but manifesting old man stuff. Arthritis. High blood pressure. Kidney troubles. He’s probably got an enlarged prostate. They didn’t check him for an enlarged prostate. Do cats even have prostates that can enlarge? He can smoke and drink all he wants now, sigh. Borrowed time for my beautiful guy and me.
My truck battery hasn’t been holding a charge and I was in a constant jumper-cable situation. So I get it in to a popular, local business to buy and install a new battery and had a wait time of 2 hours. Lots of people in the queue. There was country music on the TV and the only available seat in the waiting area was right next to an ancient Meemaw tapping her foot on a concrete floor in a very echo-y room to every “My-girlfriend-tugged-my-dick-too-hard-after-I-lost-my-job-and-my-boil-burst-on-my brand-new-box-of-shotgun-shells” songs. Her beats were the modern-day equivalent of drops of water between the eyes torture.
After about fifteen minutes of her tap tap tappety tap tappin’, I wanted to strangle her. Give it a fucking rest Lord of the Dance! Why couldn’t I just embrace her happy feet?
Busy week, my patience shot. I snarled at her enthusiasm. And after surviving All That Jazz, my battery was fine. Who knew you sort of kind of have to drive a vehicle to keep a battery satisfied?
Have a good week y’all. Buy a can of paint and pick a wall. It’s pretty zen. And maybe, just maybe, find someone to tap your toes with. We gotta dance.