It’s Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Thursday, April 28
It was a solid Level 1 cleaning at The Shire this morning…Per new, recent, policy, dishes were washed immediately after morning juice, along with the juicer parts…I don’t think I’m eating very well tho; the only things needing to be washed were some utensils and coffee cups…A pretty thorough vacuuming, tho, was accomplished, which I know the cat appreciated as much as I did.
The big news is only one-third of the troika was accomplished…I am not making that up…We can blame the pools at the gym being closed for spring cleaning for this…The weights were strong – as strong as last Thursday – but weary after that the walk was deemed too much effort and the only thing ol’ Sparrow wanted to do was go home, hit the chair, and do some reading…Plus, there were some things to buy in town: a couple of things only available at the grocery store and – because a trip to the next county wasn’t on the agenda today – a stop at the retailer for a couple of things.
The big news is yours truly bought a coffee substitute…I am not making that up…For a couple of reasons…One, the new morning juicing routine is providing sufficient get-up-and-go…Two, maybe eliminating it will reduce yours truly going to the bathroom every five minutes, which has been the norm recently…I went with something called Pero, a blend of barley, rye, and chicory that tastes no worse nor no better than the retailer’s donut shop knockoff coffee.
Needless to say, Lawn Care Thursday (LCT) was waved off, the excitement of using the new, electric mower trumped by the desire to not do anything…Now, had the grass really needed mowing, the strength to mow it would’ve been mustered up, but it didn’t really need a mowing, so we’ll wait until next Thursday…There is some risk to this, tho, because rain and snow are still a thing up here, and are in the forecast for next week, but anything more than three days out is (fairly educated) guessing, so maybe we’ll get a break.
Regular readers of this crap may – or they may not – recall that a couple of weeks ago ol’ Sparrow signed up for home internet service from the new company in town…They took my name and number and the gal said she’d get me in the system and that someone would call and make an appointment for installation.
No one ever did, so it was a surprise when yours truly happened to glance out a kitchen window and see some people working on a power pole in the alley…Two trucks and three people, to be exact…So yours truly heads out to say howdy and see what the deal is because it should be the Upset of the Year to find out that yours truly didn’t notice the company’s name on the trucks…The guy standing in the back garden said he was here to set me up and it still took a couple of seconds for yours truly to recognize what was going on…They said they were here only to do the exterior work, that someone would contact me to arrange interior installation…I said no one had contacted me to arrange exterior installation and he chuckled and said he knew nothing about that, he only knew The Shire was one of their stops today…Ol’ Sparrow made a mental note to call the company Friday…He probably could’ve called them today, but that would’ve been too much work.
The back garden looked like crap, frankly…Longtime readers of this crap know The Ex was a talented and avid gardener, but yours truly is not…Still tho, the rhubarb has started its annual appearance, and so have some other things yours truly can no longer identify tho I think the cherry tree has died.
The rest of the day was spent reading and watching things, including a couple of episodes of the old show Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman…This was the first time I’d ever seen this show because Ma Sparrow wouldn’t let me watch it (hell, she wouldn’t even let Pa Sparrow watch it) and I tended to do what I was told when I was a kid…After the first episode, tho, I could see Ma Sparrow’s point.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log: 1800 Wednesday until 0130 Thursday…7.5 hours for the nite and a robust 30.0 hours for the week.
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The Diary of a Nobody is a novel. All elements are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Anything else is a coincidence.
It was inspired by the 19th-century British novel of the same name.
