My life lately or how boring I am

My favorite sign right by the dog walk in Florida. This one is on I95 south of Jacksonville. Like that chain fence is gonna keep the poisonous snakes in.

So now my life consists of treatment for depression, social media, TV and reading. None of that seems to be doing the trick to happiness.

Reading is not making me happy, the few authors I like do not write more than a book a year. And some of them suck. I am currently trying to slog through a book about the Vanderbilt mansion in Asheville, NC., some crap by a writer of lesser talent about a woman in France with no job married to a con man, and some books on Highly Sensitive People of which I think I am one. So is my son in my opinion. Do not like any of them.

TV is not great, Star Trek's Picard can not carry the entire genre. There are only so many news/political programs you can watch without pulling out your hair. There is the guilty pleasure of one soap opera but that show can take a week to say an entire sentence much less a story. And there only a few people and they are all exes. Yes, everyone sleeps with everyone and it seems often. Kinda sicko. The latest Bachelor should be sent to Survivor and burned at the stake.

However there is one thing that just keeps on giving, FaceBook. There are groups. One group of women are obsessively buying not cheap shoes that do not fit and make their feet smell. They talk about this for hours. They order 600 dollars worth of these shoes at a time and then post pictures asking how these crap fitting shoes look. And not one of them is a leg or foot model. When that gets old you have the people searching for treasure buried 40 years ago from a book with crappy graphics. They are the most fun. You have to read the book and study the picture and figure out where to dig up the cask and the key. And then you post your theory because you cannot figure out how to dig the hole to find the cask and the key. And then everyone tells you you are wrong. This has been going on for 40 years.

There was one FB group about Southern Manners but it got so nasty they had to shut it down.

Well, it's Friday night and Big Daddy is gonna surprise me with dinner. IF there is food at the store, he can make it home through the lines of tanks keeping us safe (joking) and we still have gas and electric. Cos if no one works we have no goods and services. Anybody think about this shit.

Finally a Great Day

Just lost everything I wrote and I cannot recapture the excellent writing I put down on this illustrious blog. Oh well, gotta start over and deal with it. Not gonna let it steal my joy. But I do have to figure out how to fix this damn computer and the blog itself so these things do not keep happening. That will be next.

First is the description of my great day. Good weather and good reading. Decent travels about the little part of town I know. And some fun.

Had to slog down to the Consulate to get my new passport. I really thought this was going to be a drudge trip to hell. Got a decent taxi, he went right where I wanted to go, their were no huddled masses at the window and whoa, we were in. I did have to take off my shoes and walk over carpeting I am sure infected my feet with some unknown diseases but that will be a later post. When I have huge nasty---never mind, later. Anyway got a ticket at the counter that was about 400 off and watched the sad waiting people and wham, I was next. Whole episode did not take 15 minutes.

Got a taxi back to the rabbit warren with no problems and we went to have a drink with Amay. She volunteered to go with us to the wet market to buy tea as Big Daddy and I cannot make heads or tails of the tea choices. We now have cred with the tea guy. Bought some great black tea and he gave us a gift of some more expensive tea to try. And Amay explained that the snakes in the plastic bowls are not snakes. They are fish, from the river. They look like fucking snakes. They are spicy when cooked. So Big Daddy is really up for cooking the fucking non-snake things for our dinner. At a later date.

BD-initials to be used from here on out for Big Daddy-made a great dinner, mixed salad, honey glazed chicken breasts (we stole the recipe from Blackened Out) and green beans. Then we had to go for walk as we are fat. Well, walking over to the other side of the complex BD decides we need go look at the ovens at the place he bought my hair appliance. My curling iron died about 2 weeks ago and with the shit haircut I got from the HAIRDRESSER WHO MUST NOT BE NAMED-as it is the only hairdresser in town-I was in distress. So bald BD goes to this store and pantomines curling his hair. I guess this was somewhat entertaining as BD says all the staff was there staring at a man trying to show how curl hair on his old bald head. YES, I know I am loved. He got the appliance. Another story. Anyway, this is now his favorite electronics store. So off we go.

We purchased a convection oven and a blender/processer type thing for around 180 US dollars. Quite a good price I think. They made a deal on the oven, nothing on the blender contraption. But they did seem really concerned we bought the better products-the products they were happier to sell. And I do mean products they seemed to like better, not just to make money on. The prices were the same between some things. I seem to think if you are a repeat customer and do speak a little Chinese (very little in our case) they really do give a damn if you are happy.

So I got to pet a really nice dog at the store, BD got his cooking shit, we got great tea, and there are not snakes at the wet market. What more could you want?

More tomorrow on Anthony Bourdain, really bad hair, and why do I have zits at my age?