Damn! It’s Friday again! Didn’t we just go through this shit last week?
These weeks have been going by like lightening. It seems like just a week or so ago, we were running around outside without jackets. Today it’s 16 ° outside, and it doesn’t look like it’s going to get any warmer soon.
I miss summer already. I miss being able to sit down at the bench by the lake. And I miss my ducks. A buddy of mine called me last night to let me know that he was back from Iowa. He went down for a week or two to help his brother out and ended up spending over a month. I thought I would go over today and visit, but I woke up this morning with a headache that just wouldn’t quit. It still hasn’t quit.
I’ve been getting personal messages on Twitter all day from four different women. Three of them are obviously looking to sell me access to their porn pictures galleries. The fourth one is too, but she isn’t quite as obvious about it. If I didn’t know any better, I would say that she was looking for a sugar daddy and hoping that I would be the one. I get a lot of those message on Twitter and Facebook. Women who are looking for a husband, or at least a boyfriend online. I usually just say hello, good-bye, and say I’m too busy to talk.
Recently, I blocked a woman on Facebook. The first time I’ve done that in a few years. She kept sending me friend suggestions for people that live in my building, I know who they are, and i don’t want anything to do with them. Why would I want to add them to my Facebook?
Thanksgiving is coming up next week. I really don’t expect anybody to invite me for dinner. That part doesn’t bother me. It usually ended up that the people already invited 40 people and I’m number 41. Especially when they have a house where it gets crowded with 6 people, and everybody is walking all over everybody else just to get around.
I’ll go get some sliced turkey at the deli the day before. I’ll make up a box of Stove Top stuffing, a jar of gravy, and I’ll have a hot turkey sandwich. Of course I’ll have to make sure that Johnny gets his turkey and gravy. I can give him the turkey, but until I add the gravy, he won’t touch it. He has good taste.
I see that Johnny is ready to kick back for the night. He’s had a rough day sleeping back in the bedroom. I filled his food bowl, gave him fresh water, and he sat there over his bowl and meowed at me. I spoiled the little bugger. When Misty was still alive, I could never just put food down all the time. She would finish her food, and then she would go and run Johnny off so she could eat his food too. That’s why she weighed almost 21 pounds. Johnny has never been over 12 pounds. People have looked at him and asked me if I ever fed him. I could shove a side of beef down his throat and he wouldn’t gain and ounce. Wish I could do that.
I have a couple of friends coming over from Grand Rapids tomorrow. I’m sure they are going to want to go out to eat. No McDonald’s burgers and fries for these people, and thank God for that! The last time they took me out for dinner, they wanted to go to the Forest Lake Restaurant back in Grand Rapids. I was up for that! I used to eat at Forest Lake all the time. We ended up driving all the way back to Grand Rapids, having dinner at Forest Lake, and then going to their house for drinks and some good bud for dessert.
They ended up driving me home at one in the morning, and then going to the casino from here. I hate going to the casino without any cash, so I decided not to go.
Well, it looks like it’s about that time. Johnny is demanding attention by trying to lay on my keyboard. So I suppose I should devote the rest of the night to filling his need for constant attention. What more can I say? I’m his human…