would post more often, but it takes 3 minutes or so to find the keys, work in the dark. also, mix up the e and i's. and search for keys in the dark. what does that mean about me? I don't need to work in the dark, but do it anyway. Am I hiding something, even from myself? Whatever.
My neighbors are all dying. If they were of the generation I thought remotely "capable" (that's horrible, I can't think of a better word), I wouldn't say that\ That was me looking for the backup and period key, wasn't successful. Anyhows, one neighbor moves her flower cart around the yard, chasing the sunlight, every hour on the hour. Her yard is emaculate. Just missing sunshine.
Also, her husband Dave is very nice, when helping me with a project he commented on me using phillips screws--"oh you're using the 'new' screws, heh, heh..." You mean "new" as in 1950's?
Haven't seen him for a while, another neighbor told me he has liver cancer...apparently the chemo keeps him under wraps.
They are next to the neighbors that I keep watch to know, for certain, what day garbage day is.
Most neigbors put cans out the day before. These neighbors take their cans in from the street the day before, and fill them. Their cans are a permenant street fixture, they come in to be filled on Thursday night, and stay there until the following Thursday. Unless a Holiday. They adjust acordingly, and it's amazing how accurate they are. Other neighbors only guess at this.

golf

Have always had an aversion to this, funny because fairly competitive, but probably because worried wouldn't be any good at it (I don't want to do things that I wouldn't be good at).
My buddy Dave took me out for it, it's fun!
The swing itself doesn't feel "natural," but with practice, hit the shit out of that ball!
AND--
Drink beer, smoke one hitters, piss wherever I want to whenever I want to--now that's a great game!
Not very deep discussion blog-wise, but I'm novice, just getting warmed up.