SIX IN ONE...

SIX IN ONE...

It is a calm and quiet night.

Huh…

She can barely make out the sound of the river over Diamond.

I can hear Diamond breathing.

Amy wants to get some clean jammies and put in some music.

Changes…

R.I.P Ozzy.

3:55AM.

Tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet…

As I look to my left, I see one bird in the bird feeder being a bully to two others trying to grab to the feeder so they can eat too. Well this mean bird was chasing them off of the feeder so he could have it all. Asshole. He is sitting up there by himself now. Being a little dickhead, spreading the seeds all over the deck.

What a mess.

Hmmm?

On the rug where the bird seed has piled, sits one of the birds that was kicked off first. He now is down on the deck.

Alone.

Surrounded by uneaten sunflower seeds. No other birdies, in sight. Except for that one sitting up on the feeder all alone. This bullied little bird is just munching away. I’m sure he’s in his glory.

Peace out…

Jason took the car to work today. Dammit. She wanted to go exercise.

But missing this class won’t be that bad. It’s the more difficult one.

A, crowded class.

So she won’t mind missing once. The fucking Jeep. They of course have something more important to do today anyway.

Something…

Like go to a wedding.

(A small wedding)

Jason, Amy, Logan, Mike, Fran, and the new couple.

Trevor Newman Austin and Justine Renee Austin.

Next comes the baby in the baby carriage. Hudson Micheal Austin. In two weeks they will induce labor. Wow. Just, wow. I will tell you what, I’m sick if thinking about them.

Things have been busy as you well know.

She hasn’t even been exercising.

It’s 5 AM.

The washer is going. So is the dishwasher.

Whoosh-whoosh…

Today is her physical. Today, Logan is also taking his car to Fred’s to get fixed. That is going to be after work around five. The timing seems to be working out good. Amy needs to be at the doctor at 2 and her class at 5:30 and it is a tad bit closer to Fred’s than home. Drop off, go, drop off, pick up. Simple.

It is time to open up. The light is coming out and the birds are beginning to eat. She can hear them munch away. It is going to be hot, hot, hot. In the nineties. That’s dangerous in Michigan. I’m glad we have the new car with the air conditioning. The Jeep would be scorching hot today to drive into Saline. But instead we have the new car.

The doctor went good. Next appointment…

Next year.

Unless I get sick.

She came home hot, hungry and tired. Just in time for her Barre class at 5:30. They were going to follow Logan to Fred’s, but he had to work late so no go until later. After the Barre class. When she walked in to her class it was a flashback to high school. There was a woman, a tall woman, lining up the chairs that each individual uses to balance. The whole back row was lined up. chairs, mats, weights…balls. All of it. The only thing that was missing was, was the people. She was saving spaces. Omfg. I had to bite my tongue. “You have to be here early”

I was.

I don’t know why, but I looked away. I should have said something.

She wanted to.

She was pissed.

You could maybe hear a mumble of farting unicorns.

She made it through the class though. In the front row even. Yep, It was her and a woman from Clinton as a matter of fact. Her name is Suzanne. She has a son Logan’s age. They may even know each other. I need to ask. (If I can remember)

Ya know…

Being in the front gives straight line access to the huge mirror that reflects on everybody, in the classroom. Even the clumsy oaf in the back row.

B.T.W... It won’t happen like that again.

Good morning. 2:33. When I woke up I looked at my phone. I know that because I remember what time it was. 1:11. That was before she stood up out of bed. A feel-good moment.

She came directly here.

4:24 AM.

The amount of things she can do when she is sitting at her desk. Without even cracking open the computer. She said good morning and goodbye to Jason. Today is Friday. Amy has a busy day. Amy wants to keep busy today. It is August eighth. Justine’s birthday. We may possibly invite them over for dinner and something or other. Don’t know yet. Have to feel the situation out. As of right now she wants to get through the morning. She has an appointment with Loreley today. Her new therapist.

Over the phone, for an hour. And a teeth cleaning at 2.

She will dye her hair this morning before hand.

Maybe…

She has some candles to light. Jason and her want to the smell good store and picked out a few things to freshen up the trailer.

They were selling their fall favorites.

Fall.

Already.

I’m sure that it’s the leftovers from last year.

But fall?

Already?!?!

Shit.

It’s not, that close.

Is it??

Omg.

It’s August. A horrible, temperature month.

I consider September, Fall.

Not August.

As a matter of fact, Jason and I are going to go swimming today. Just to do laps and sit in the sauna. She needs to loosen up. But by the time they get to the Y, it will be nice to cool off in the pool. That’s not going to be until after noon, today. Before that she may sit and try to read some.

There are some more writings from Tamsin Liddell.

Hmmm…

She’s good.

But.

No comment.

She’s busy.

She’s been doing some yard work before it gets too hot. Her part, of the yardwork. Pulling weeds and cleaning up the gardens. And trying to keep Beanie from coming over to torment Nala. Nala wants, no part of him. Birds of a feather. Psst…

PSST.

Go away now!

3:33PM.

She’s tired. It’s been hot. Super, hot. Sucks the energy right out of her. Especially yesterday. She felt good when Rod and Marcia got there. But more people means more heat. Marcia and I even stood out in the hot air, to get out of the heat, in the trailer. We talked about the bush that grows at the end of the porch. A beautiful, flowering bush. Starts off, white. Eventually, towards the end of the summer they turn a dark pink. A very hearty bush. If we didn’t live in the snow it would probably bloom all year round.

The Whitlock’s came over last night for food and games. We are sick of the typical grill-cookout kind of meals. We even looked through recipe’s on Pinterest. Yes…

I said we.

Jason downloaded Pinterest. There is a bunch of man stuff.

Lol.

First step in…

And he was lost.

Lost…

It’s about the fuck time.

UK.

Really.

I had to make him close it up. Lol. She had to close it up also.

The ideas are endless.

3:20AM.

Jason just called. He got about fifty yards, and the steering went out.

Scary.

So…

That means, I don’t have a car.

Typical.

But that is going to be okay. It’s going to be another, beautifully hot day. (With a chance of storms) Chances are there will be no rain because we need to lay down grub poison again. The grubs are killing the ground. That have trenched holes, all around.

There is no preventative good enough for these things.

**Alert**

The Jeep is broken down again. This time in the park. It was on Jason’s way to work this morning.

He’s home! No work, today. Which is good because Amy needs her car to go and exercise this morning. She wants to go to her morning Barre class. Jason will just come with today. Maybe he can play some basketball. She also wants to clean out the garden on the side a bit. She needs to pull some old and beaten down sunflowers, that is accompanied by a huge bunch of untrimmed lemon thyme. She let it grow wild. She thinks there are also some old strawberry plants down there. She tried pulling them all. But didn’t. It’s pretty overgrown.

This will keep her busy for a moment.

Speaking of the plants…

Greg and Kathy are digging up that fucking flower that has been in our yard since we moved in.

So…

We bought it.

Right?

That’s what I thought too. This flower has been a fight, since the move in. (No matter how Amy feels. It just doesn’t matter. I told them If they don’t dig it up and move the fuck out of my yard today, it is going in, my garden. That god dammed plant has been in my yard for eleven years. And of course they are digging it up now. BASTARDS.

I wonder if moving it will hurt it.

Huh…

Defeated.

Adj.

Relating to or being the loser in a contest, election, battle, etc.; overcome or vanquished

Frustrated, foiled, or thwarted. As plans, dreams, etc.

It is all over the place(s)

…fuck you people.

Lol.

Amy even told them to keep their cat away, which will never happen. Because it is tormenting Nala. And Diamond is sometimes scared to go out. She knows he is there. Doggie-senses. It, he, she, whatever, is right under the white flower bush at the bottom of the porch stairs. Waiting...

I need to go out and get a big spray bottle. Squirt-squirt!!

Or the hose.

Not.

Fuck you too, water wheel. I just want to stay away.

Keep a safe distance.

How the hell do I do that???

This is how…

I am enjoying watching the birds this morning. I bought a new twelve-dollar feeder for them to use. They are perched. Two of them. And there is one bird just sitting on the other chilling out.

Birdseed.

All over, the porch.

There is even a bully-bird, not letting the others on.

Yeah…

I slept through until the morning, from about four o’clock on.

She feels rested. She think she may be able to read a bit today before the day gets loud. But.

But she decided to change it up. She wants to go and do some other things, first. Things like re-organize or lose the ones that follow. Lol. And un-follow the ones that don’t need, my following.

Fyi…

Jason and I went to Walmart yesterday and on the way home we passed a group of motorcyclists cruising down 12. Jason was sure that was Logan and his group. (He saw his bike)

Anyway, that was, Logan. It was in between Clinton and Saline and the timing was perfect, considering. After we dropped off and put away, we had just the right amount of time to go to the Barre’ class at the Y. Amy caved. When she arrived there were three other women there setting up all of the chairs and mats. Nope. Amy is not going to let it bother her. But…

Why don’t these nice ladies put them away too?

They don’t.

The class ended up being a, full class. A late strangler had to grab extra’s from the closet.

Amy was lost somewhere in the front row. Lost is the key word here. She is now learning how to use the mirrors to keep a distance. Rapture, be pure.

Don’t stop, punk rock.

Today is Wednesday. An uneventful, Wednesday. It is going to e a hot one. Which makes for a long day. Maybe they will go swimming. A nice way to break it up. Anything, to get away from the neighbors. Ya know…

If there was a word for rolling your eyes, it would be all over the place(s).

I texted with Justine today. Trevor must have said something to her because she’s on it. LOL She texted right back. Poor, honey. I offered up my anything’s. But it is more up to Jason on what we can or cannot do today. The Jeep. (Need I say more) Nope. No need. Ughhh…

She slept so good yesterday. (Last night) she felt well rested throughout the entire day. No nap. No dozing. Except for the moment before Jason walked out and caught her with her eyes closed.

Right now it’s 1:02 AM. She has absolutely not one bit of desire, to go back to bed. It’s hot, and she needs to turn on the air conditioner. She only turned on one, light when she got up. And that was to find a lighter to light her candles. And then, turn the light back off. The flickering of the light makes her feel like she’s back in the olden times. There is no way that she could read in this amount of light. If she was to read an actual book and not the computer screen.

When Jason gets up for work it will smell like Cinnamon, vanilla, and musk.

With a touch of pumpkin.

He’s gone.

Music…

.