brenda, we had one too in the neighborhood. I think I mentioned it at the time. He was a challenging character. TBI from a long time ago made him sometimes fairly benign but difficult character. HE was a PITA for some, a person to pity or just gently rebuff for others. He loved his dogs, but house will need to be gutted due to filth. A complex case, but even those that had tangles with him have expressed sadness at the manner of his death and legacy (family won't take any responsibility for anything. Even the neighbors who he caused trouble are more involved.)

ION, FUCK. It's time for a new car. Pulled the same trick as last weekend. Could be as simple as a short or battery terminals needing cleaning (it was raining when I got home, so I wasn't going to clean them in the rain) OR an alternator. Got it going again and home. The uncertainty of whether my transport will actually get me where I'm going? Done. I'd hoped to have a little more time and do this in the next year, but unless it is just the battery or connections, I'm not putting any more $$ into this car this year.

I don't know how I'm going to fucking budget in a car payment, but the other option is taking it all from savings and I just can't do that. Priority is house and I need that cushion. I can walk if it came down to it. Really need to find out if a refi will free up cash.

You know how much I hate bra-shopping? As in, reduced to tears, ranting and raving? This is me shopping for cars.

And I'm still hormone hell cranky and I just want to break things.

I had a Brazil one near Bahia that I was 4 km near. But it took me 20 minutes to figure it out and I figured that was a sign that I Must NOT do this.

In other news, I'm going to make something that has avocado, pea sprouts and yummy yummy yummyness. As soon as I finish folding laundry and watching Scandal. Oh Quinn you are going to break Huck's heart.

I will not share the story of when an old lady died in the condo above my friend's and was not discovered for several weeks.

If it's a person, please let it be my neighbor's latenight-visiting friend that I refer to as Shrieky Hyena Woman. I'd put up with some flies if it means I don't have to hear her nails-on-chalkboard voice at 4 a.m. again.

I'm finding myself irrationally angry with the Google Streetview camerapeople for not taking clearer pictures of landmark signs. (Right now, there is a goddamn MAP just to the right of where they were focused, and I can't look straight at it! Come on!)

I'm enjoying when the picture comes up and it's empty countryside, but when you pan around there's a big block of buildings or something. It's like instant travelogues.

I will not share the story of when an old lady died in the condo above my friend's and was not discovered for several weeks.

I think I did share when it happened in my building.

Earlier today, I was in line behind a person who took, on average, a minute a doughnut to choose a dozen.

I would have gone off on them. You will get endless abuse out here if you get to the front of the burrito line without knowing your order.

You will get endless abuse out here if you get to the front of the burrito line without knowing your order.

In the South, we mutter and buy firearms.

I will not share the story of when an old lady died in the condo above my friend's and was not discovered for several weeks.

I think I did share when it happened in my building.

Happened across the street from me. Spent a week excavating a 7 foot high strata of rubbish.

So sad.

I would have gone off on them. You will get endless abuse out here if you get to the front of the burrito line without knowing your order.

I nearly stamped on the foot of a woman who took about 6 minutes to go through a list of 'I want this, but not this. Make this like that' while ordering a pizza yesterday.

Then, I thought, okay she strikes me a lonely person. Maybe this is the only way she can control something in her life. Sigh.

Then, I thought, okay she strikes me a lonely person.

She's lonely with good reason; she's dithering and oblivious.