Last night when I was walking Lola I heard a noise coming from the back of a pickup truck. I looked in as we walked by and there was a man in it. He was probably the same man who I saw climbing out of the same truck on Sunday morning on our walk. I must have given him some kind of look because he felt the need to justify his being in there. He sorta straightened himself out and said "it's my friend's truck. I'm, uh, sorta homeless so he lets me sleep in there. He works just down the street" then points down the street. "He lets me sleep in here" he repeated. I told him that was awfully nice of his friend and kept walking. What was I supposed to say.
I think this was the same day that I rode my bike to the hardware store to get a rubber mallet so I could pound out the hood of my car. It seems as though someone hit it while it was parked down the street. It wasn't bad but it bothers me.
Not too bad. The front grill (which is plastic so whatever) was bent too. I was able to get the hood reasonably flush with the light so I'm not going to get it fixed (although there are some rust spots on the hood so maybe I should just get a new hood).
After I bought the mallet I walked into a random restaurant to get some breakfast, a place called Chow. I was looking down at my phone as I walked and when I looked up I discovered a friend from Peoria, whom I haven't seen in at least ten years, standing behind the counter. How crazy is that?
Later that day I took Lola to get some much needed fun time in at the upper Douglas dog park. There was a giant mud puddle and she decided it was the best thing ever. What a jerk. She got her second bath in a week.
Last night I spent hours and hours trying to de-flea my room. I cannot stand that they were even there at all. I'm an itchy person so the thought of something being there that will make me itchier...well, it's tough. I've only found a total of maybe five fleas on Lola, two adult ones the first time I saw them (about a half hour before I scrubbed the crap out of her with flea shampoo) and three little babies (about a second before I covered her in diatomaceous earth). She continued to be itchy so I decided that enough was enough and got a big box of diatomaceous earth and sprinkled it everywhere. I took everything out of the room that I could and covered couch, the mattress and box spring with powder. The cats got to hang out in the hallway in their crates. Lola and I went on a long walk and she got to hang out in the car. It sucked and I don't even know if it helped.
So, yeah, that was my nightmare last night. I was not a happy camper at all. I can't wait to go to L.A. tonight and hang out with PK and Jack and eat good food and ride roller coasters and see bands. I feel really isolated here because I haven't made any friends yet.
I think this was the same day that I rode my bike to the hardware store to get a rubber mallet so I could pound out the hood of my car. It seems as though someone hit it while it was parked down the street. It wasn't bad but it bothers me.
Not too bad. The front grill (which is plastic so whatever) was bent too. I was able to get the hood reasonably flush with the light so I'm not going to get it fixed (although there are some rust spots on the hood so maybe I should just get a new hood).
After I bought the mallet I walked into a random restaurant to get some breakfast, a place called Chow. I was looking down at my phone as I walked and when I looked up I discovered a friend from Peoria, whom I haven't seen in at least ten years, standing behind the counter. How crazy is that?
Later that day I took Lola to get some much needed fun time in at the upper Douglas dog park. There was a giant mud puddle and she decided it was the best thing ever. What a jerk. She got her second bath in a week.
Last night I spent hours and hours trying to de-flea my room. I cannot stand that they were even there at all. I'm an itchy person so the thought of something being there that will make me itchier...well, it's tough. I've only found a total of maybe five fleas on Lola, two adult ones the first time I saw them (about a half hour before I scrubbed the crap out of her with flea shampoo) and three little babies (about a second before I covered her in diatomaceous earth). She continued to be itchy so I decided that enough was enough and got a big box of diatomaceous earth and sprinkled it everywhere. I took everything out of the room that I could and covered couch, the mattress and box spring with powder. The cats got to hang out in the hallway in their crates. Lola and I went on a long walk and she got to hang out in the car. It sucked and I don't even know if it helped.
So, yeah, that was my nightmare last night. I was not a happy camper at all. I can't wait to go to L.A. tonight and hang out with PK and Jack and eat good food and ride roller coasters and see bands. I feel really isolated here because I haven't made any friends yet.
