https://youtu.be/c6wMH2AGbwg
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Me & mini boobs (rhymes with hoods) in Katherine, Australia, like two moons ago |
So my bro hoss or hose (nicknames for Jose), kicked the proverbial bucket February 24th on a Friday. As per schedule and prior planning, boobs and I took our SAD trip together, Sydney Adelaide Darwin (via Katherine) the following Wednesday
Once back, on march 11. The Alvarez household renno was on.
There have been three council (county) pick ups, that's where you leave all your old furniture outside and a truck from local govt halls it away. Five old mattresses. Two office tables. Chairs, an old bike, and then some: filing cabinet, you name it and then more. Possibly over a dozen bundles tree clippings etc. More junk like that to go soon. One of four exterior house walls sanded, bleached and painted. Sanding on second wall in effect. Over 27 years without painting/ sanding. Suicide garage, checkout departure lounge for Fatboy, raq and hoss: sheetrock and insulation I installed summer 94/95 after wrapping up at silverchair high must go down, over halfway dismantled. Only other sheetrock I laid was in Mississippi once. At least 40-50 full garbage bags dumped in various dumpsters. A funeral organized, acting as lawyer for property settlement. Kids to take care of. Got slippery slide, umbrella gazebo for kids in backyard. Lawns mowed. Trees branches shredded or bundled. Drained the swamp. Hoss left a hose running from washing machine in garage for years emptying into garden. Frond monster plant morphed into Soviet union. I divided it into two with chainsaw, bought one. Saw, tree poison with drill. Attack, attack. Roots under ground everywhere, mayday, Houston do you copy? Fixed drain so easy, washing machine no longer feeds monster frond plant. It will be hard to destroy. I bag it's remains slowly. Piles await. The sandpaper machine makes my hands vibrate. My right thumb won't heal. Occasionally it bloats up. The work never ends. Took curtains to Vietnamese neighborhood seamstress on memorial day recently for trimming. They are now nice and window length not floor length. All interior must be painted. Professionals must come to re outfit kitchen completely and tile all floors. Must drive bus weekdays and leave for work 2pm. Babysit kids weekends, time poor. I hack my way through the jungle, the work never ends. Chainsawing piles of lumber to throw in trash bins piecemeal. Mirrors smashes piecemeal for recycle. Lawns moves and replants does Benjamín, rediscovering hidden pathways. Piles of dirt and old cut grass morphing into dirt loaded onto wheelbarrow and moved. My back occasionally hurts from driving bus. Sometimes I wonder about my next lifetime on earth, but not often. I imagine I will live another forty years so not much point visualizing that now. I don't know I'll want to reincarnate in Australia in my next lifetime. Probably America, maybe I can be a cop there. I put up an Australian flag in lounge room today. Crime channel still interesting during rare down time. There's always something to do. Insanely busy. Replaced my mom's piece of shit bed with brand new bed and painstakingly trained her to only piss in a diaper or toilet. Smell of her piss was unbearable. Her room is military now. Whole place is going to shine like a motherfucker. I know I suck under God but life has to go on anyway.
https://youtu.be/hiXljvbB_4g
A mouse just stirred in the kitchen. Need to plug a hole in corner and set a trap with cheese. Mice love cheese. About a week or so ago I caught one exploding inside a packet of crackers and inserted a straw nozzle in it and pumped it full of cockroach spray. Son of a bitch ran off, probably hella sick. I will total it/ them and all pesky critters one by one. So Much work, you can't imagine. Rest now.