I was sitting in the Honda outside the little clinic downtown when it opened at 8 a.m. Blood was drawn while I looked the other way. Ten bucks were paid, and I’ll have results on cholesterol, triglycerides and blood sugar this afternoon.
That’s Number 1.
2. Our nephew, who is 9, is a religious fanatic. He is taking a class in cane paste so he can make his own statue of Jesus. He makes shrines at home. He ties a toy lion to a cross and holds it against a wall. He has many statues of Jesus, and he wants even more.
His mother has blocked church programming on the cable TV as if it were the Hustler Channel. But he still attends a Catholic school, which is a lousy idea.
3. We have a peach tree in the yard, and two pear trees. They are reproducing like horny Mormons. My lovely wife knocks the fruit down with a long stick. She eats a lot, and takes the rest to her sister’s employees downtown.
I must pick up the leftovers that rot on the ground.
4. We discovered this morning that there’s no pork in our neighborhood, so we had to get in the Honda and drive to the market by the train station. We are having a pork dish for lunch. And a nice salad of mango and onion.
5. For the first time ever, I am letting the yard do pretty much what it wants. I weed a little. I pick up green junk. I trim a bit, but it’s nothing like the first nine summers when I took an anal approach to it all. My wife says it looks nicer this way.
Once a week, the neighbor named Abel cuts the grass for about $7.50. My wife rolls her eyes and says I pay too much. It’s likely more than he gets for a full day of changing sheets in the sex hotel next door, his full-time job.
6. The paint is peeling badly around the skylight over the bathtub. I need to do something about that, which is what I’ve been telling myself for months.
7. There seem to be fewer snails this year.
8. A bunch of Occupy goons attacked Obama’s campaign headquarters in Oakland the other night. My happiness floweth over. Such sweet irony.
I may update this later today if I think of more Odds and Ends, but maybe I won’t. Lives are full of Odds and Ends, and you have to draw the line somewhere.