It is the first day of February and that means when I walk down to the Oscar Tango on a Friday afternoon after work, it is still light enough when I get to Crest and Washington that I can get a photoooo of the old Regenhouse. I remember visiting the Regenhouse for football weekends and other occasions and sleeping behind those upstairs windows. I remember about a billion other things about that house and those weekends but I am too taaarrred tonight. (I can’t remember the bathroom and I can’t figure out why I am even thinking about what the bathroom was like…)
It has been a long often sucky week fraught with dangerous walking and driving conditions and computer problems and I dunno what else. My work laptop’s support ticket is closed and I am awaiting its return on [hopefully] Monday with trepidation. I do not know what dynamic decryption means but I hope it doesn’t mean that they wiped my drive clean. Not so much because I have lost documents. I haven’t lost that many. But I will lose some of the software applications that are the tools of my job and it will no doubt take me most of a day to recover them… Fingers crossed that dynamic decryption isn’t as scary as it sounds.
Here at The Landfill, there is a faaaar in the faaarplace and some people are looking at trailer p0rn on them thar tubes. I seem to be surrounded by p0rn of various sorts these days. The beach urchins are constantly posting plant p0rn on Instagram and sometimes facebook. I am addicted to the kids’ plant p0rn. Why the heck can’t I get my poor little tillandsia air plant to flower? I am working on her. I even bought a spray bottle just for her. Maybe Mouse needs to foster her for a while? At least I am not killing her. Trailer p0rn? Not so much. (Well, maybe except for this kind of trailer p0rn.) I like trailers just fine. I especially like trailers when they have a [clean] shower or are parked adjacent to someplace with a [clean] shower. I can handle using an outhouse just fine but I do like to be clean! All that said, I used to like sleeping in the Little Princess trailer back when the moldy old Houghton Lake cabin was in its final months. The Little Princess was not particularly dirty, just old and no water. But that was okay because I could use the ugly old shower in the cabin. Me and the Sponge Bob shower curtain and often a frog or two. (Yes, it was dirty.) I suspect a trailer is in my not-too-distant future, shower or not.
I hope this is a more productive weekend than the last one…