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so May happened.
it involved burgers, ice cream, and trailer trash neighbours.
those neighbours have since moved out, much to our relief. I mean, as entertaining as it can be, it gets kind of annoying when the cops are there every couple of weeks.
Now it’s June.
I need to take my camera out more.
I miss having a bike. I’m pretty sure I’ve thought that once a day or more for the last few weeks. te problem with that is I’m picky about them. I know what I want, and I know how much I need to spend to get it. the issue, of course, being that I don’t have the money to buy one right now. I mean, I can borrow one easily enough, but that’s not quite the same. I should probably take my skates out for a spin too.
June sets up a three month window of constant things happening.
there’s a Provincial Inspectors Championship at work, then a solo road trip for a combo stag and Fubar 5.0, then a month later fly back for Dario and Gina’s wedding, then crunch time for ours, then ours a month later. Then a week of sitting around Fairmont.
Then, as the universe will undoubtedly NOT disappoint, winning a trip to Marseille to drive a Lotus F1 car. I’ve often had the chance to meet many people I wanted to meet and do things I’ve wanted to do, and afterwards said I could die happy. Pretty sure this would trump all of those put together.
there’s a guy down the street who looks EXACTLY like Randy form Trailer Park Boys. seriously. he was mowing his lawn (far, far too short a cut) and I thought, “shit, I didn’t know he had a house here…” like, same gut, no shirt on, tight pants (albeit, blue instead of white), same haircut, same face. I wanted to offer him a cheeseburger so he’d have the energy to finish the whole lawn.
speaking of lawn mowing, it’s a nice morning, it’s rained a ton recently and it decided to grow. It needs to be cut.
here’s the thing about mowing the lawn; people do it wrong all the time. if it’s grown enough that it’s difficult to push the mower, you don’t fucking chop a five inch long grass down to one right away. Â you double cut it at different heights. That’s why my lawn doesn’t have piles of dead grass all over it. also why I don’t need to yell at my lawn mower for cutting out when it hits the really dense and long bits.
see? now you’re educated.