Hah! The car buzzers won’t stop making their presences known. At around 11:44am, a copter buzzed west of our house. For the past hour or so, I had moved Shrimpsei’s HS from the table located underneath our “alter space” at the end of our small hallway atop my computer station, which is made mostly of aluminum. I figured the radiant energy being emitted from my new HP PC would best be “softened” a bit with some orgone because my head pressure was acting up. Of course, I had to program my crystals for some clearing. For whatever reason, the device works to some “degree”.
Well, my Lenten Season project is really starting to wind down. I’ve gotten so bored that my mind is reeling on what to do next. It’s almost next to impossible to get rid of my material junk, most of which really belong to the twosome. I swear! Hell fire and brimstone shall rain upon the lands, waters and air if I cannot figure out what to do with these precious junk!
Anyway, for most of the day, I’ve scanned and archived “business-related” receipts. But because some were too faded for my NeatWorks Quick Scanner to acquire, I had to resort to my SLOW flatbed scanner! That’s right! I had to stuff each receipt in a clear film to keep it steady while laying it carefully upon the glass plate. It took almost one minute for the flatbed scanner to render one image at 600 pixels. What would have taken less than a few seconds for a handful of receipts took up almost two hours to archive!
I even scanned two OLD envelopes lined either with fiber stuffing or plastic bubbles and six paper bags (four brown, one white and one cobalt blue) — four of which have beautifully hand written notes by “Shirmpette” and two smiley faces on the latter two items.
As much as I hated to throw away items not archived, yesterday I closed my eyes really hard and ripped up some voting material. That’s right! I’ve kept those and decided not to scan the contents! I already know how the TPTB and pals operate. It’s insane to keep their memories alive by hoarding what would have been a beautiful friendship.
After lunch today, Maw had wanted her hanging plants (the flowering geraniums of pink) to be watered. Of course, I needed a break from my Lenten Season project.
So I donned my mask and wore my non-latex gloves and proceeded to remove dried stems, burned and yellow leaves and dried eucalyptus leaves from the soil.
I added some soil to a pot because the squirrels have been digging it up to bury and retrieve their cache of food (i.e. walnuts and such).
After each pot I had watered the soil with water and Miracle Grow. Since the green watering “can” made of plastic (of course) had to be emptied of the fertilizer, I added more water to the soil AND washed the leaves, too.
Even the cactus got some of the fertilizer even though the formula may not be the correct food for it. Then I went out front to water more of Maw’s cactus. Of course, the lower-riding Mexicanos were making their presence known since yesterday.
One had his windows rolled down and tuned to a talk show station. It was obvious: he’s a cop. Yesterday, the same one was followed by a dark-colored, SUV, which is also a copper. It was strange that they would make their rounds on this fine weather of chemtrails, sylphs and pals.
To make the day worse, Paw was pulling up weeds, which are really those nice yellow, clovers of flowers! I pissed off at him several times. Robots need none of my sympathy. Why am I still here? TPTB and pals are the main reasons. They still haven’t done good to me up to this point.