The Plot thickens

Sammy and his bull penis, this is how he tells you it is time to go to bed. No I do not allow him to take that into the bed. But he tries every night.

Well, I took Sammy out to pee pee and poo poo or really to sit and stare and I heard this loud noise. It was the old guy from the corner snorting into his hanky. He was walking around the block. Without his nasty little unleashed mutt. That in itself is unusual, in 20 years I have never seen the man walk around the block. At this same time a Realtor was showing the house across the street, you know the vacant property that old corner guy hangs out at in the barely breaking of dawn. Guess what old guy does? He goes up the driveway and starts inspecting the detached garage. Then he goes inside the house. Later I see him inspecting the garage again and going back inside the house.

Is he thinking of buying the garage and not the house? Is there some reason he is so interested in the garage?

New Topic, Big Daddy is supposed to fly home on Friday. That would be directly before, during or after the  Tropical Storm exactly hits or just misses Shanghai. I am sure this will be exciting. As was exhibited in the Beijing swamping China is not big on drains and drainage. BD is about 2 hours outside of Shanghai with a private car and driver, van actually. Hoping for some great pics.

Not exactly Twilight Zone, but still

The oddest thing has been happening. Just about time to wake up I hear a knock knock like someone is knocking on the door. I started leaving the porch light on once in a while. This morning I heard it and it was barely daylight. Got up and went to look on the porch and what did my wondering eyes reveal, the old man on the corner using a shovel in the landscaping bed at the vacant house.

Now in just barely daylight before 6 in the morning what in the name of all that is holy is the old guy doing with a shovel on someone else's property? And he was there for a while. If it was all legit why not wait for daylight?

Just an odd side note-he was wearing an old guy tee shirt, like a wife beater, like he just got up and threw his pants on.

Now I doubt these 2 things are related, but 2 woo woo things at the same time make me creeped out.

Suzhou, China 104 degrees and a tad humid.

I am bored and therefore boring. Big Daddy had some free time today and went to the silk museum and explored some of the gardens. But damn, when it is that hot it is hard to do much exploring. He said he got surprises for me and his mom. His mom has a birthday coming up. He also got something for Punkin Head I hear.

The most exciting thing in my life is I found a new site to do crossword puzzles on, with comments and explanations. That is key, to understand the what and why of the crossword world. And why I can't finish the damn puzzles some days.

I have found a new surprise to cook for BD when he gets home. I hope this one turns out as well as the tomato pie.

Question of the day

Why does the street cleaning truck show up before the garbage people, the lawn waste people, and the re-cycling people come and do their dirty work. 8 am street washing and sweeping. 10 am the crews start arriving to start tossing stuff into the trucks.

I am befuddled

Now my crappy cobbled Chinese computer will not run Firefox. So that of course means no puzzle. In trying to use my non-existent computer savvy I tried everything to get the Firefox to run (repeatedly clicking on the icon) and when that failed I tried to figure out what was wrong with the across lite that runs the puzzle. I kept getting this message that pretty much said, no bitch. Well I found this other thing to click on and it came up with the option to do 3 things and the middle one said, repair. I thought that sounded wonderful, repair. Well it came back with the same no bitch message but this time it had Chinese writing with it.

So do I go and buy a new laptop all on my own, something I have never done, or do I twiddle my thumbs until Big Daddy returns. Buying a washer is not hard, having a toilet rebuilt was nothing, even the water tank fiasco was not that bad. But I am intimidated by electronic purchases.

OK, I can tell the secret now

Punkin Head and The Lady are engaged. To be married. How fun.

We are happy for them and looking forward to seeing how this is going to work out-not the marriage, the wedding. So now The Lady is changing to the The Fiancee. I have promised Punkin Head to keep my mouth shut to The Fiancee, and to try and limit what I say to him also. You know I will have to Blog some about this but I need to be pleasant and sweet and never say anything nasty. Which is against my entire nature. And so far I can only invite 2 people.

And I will not wear beige.

This is just nuts

This bookstore is in the hood and was our target for an after lunch visit. It is huge with 4 floors, no a/c and just stairs. This was definitely sweat city yesterday. I did find 2 books, one of the Presidents favorite meals in the White House-a coffee table book-Tricky Dickie was the Prez at time it was written. I was overwhelmed with the books, there are 2 carts outside the entrance with free books. Unbelievable.

Punkin Head and I started out with lunch at Roma Cafe in Eastern Market which was nice. His choice and it is fun; the waiters still wear full black suits and ties and only men serve. Then we went to the bookstore driving through Detroit. The traffic was very sparse.

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This picture would be much better with a fancy camera, but that is not in my near future due to circumstances out of my control-more on that below. The is American Coney Island and it's next door neighbor Lafayette Coney Island. World famous landmarks here in the Motor City.

When we got home PH proceeded to look at my computer as I was bitching mightily over this Chinese cobbled piece of shit. He did a lot of fixing and what not and today it seems to work okay except I could not do the NYT crossword as per my usual routine. Thankfully I remembered I had Firefox and was able to do the puzzle there. Don't know what happened but as long as I have the puzzles I am okay.

Then out of the blue I get a phone call on my land line. This is not a usual occurrence. My cell phone carrier, Sprint, was calling to ask if I had noticed that my cell phone had been turned off. July 3 to be precise. My life is the opposite of what it used to be when I used up 2 phones and 3 batteries a day. I only carry the cheap piece of shit cell phone for safety. But really, it took 22 days for them to tell me my mobile was hacked. Big Daddy's was shut off too. The hackers guessed my answer to the trick question and started calling Cuba. WTF. Though I gotta admit I did pick the easiest question so I could remember it. Now I have to go to the hell hole phone store and get it turned back on and find a new phone as long as the dregs of society and I are hanging out together. I did tell the really nice fraud lady that the store was managed by the devil dogs from hell and I inquired if they had put a container of Xanax at the door yet. She chuckled and said no. Obviously she has never visited the actual stores. The next closest store is an hour away next to a mall/shopping area that requires much more than a Xanax to even think about visiting a phone store there. Oh, the reason I need to visit the store is I must show photo ID to get the phone turned back on. Fie on you Sprint.

It also appears I may need a new ice maker. So new ice maker, new phone, new computer, new furnace, the camera may have to wait.