dusty's blog: "Sun Sets"

So, my mate has brought her cat to the condo. I allowed it, my mistake. The cat is female, spayed, but none the less, a pest. It sits on the edge of the tub and watches me take a shower! The cat is a sicko reincarnated. Then when I am working, she walks across the computer keys, then lays in the window and sleeps all day. I thought about just feeding the cat to a local dog, but then the Health Food Bitch would be all pissed, and I wouldn't get any tale for a month or more. So, the voyeristic cat stays. Officially, I guess I am cat sitting, cause HFB goes to work at 8:30, leaving me with the cat. Oh, did I mention that the cat is a housecat - full time. Pardon me while brush some cat hair off my pants. coments welcome dusty

Have to be up for a conference call sometime around 8a - just filed a report in support, so I'll have to be there to justify my stand. Otherwise, jeeze, 7a.m. shouldn't be allowed. Just looked out the window, a RV has pulled in sometime in the night. Obviously, tourists have rented the place next door, probably means kids...noise...happy people. I don't need that today. The Frig is on the fritz so I called the owner and told him. He told me to use a cooler, he'd get someone out next week. That's bullshit. However, now I have to wait until Health Food Bitch gets here to ride over to the convenience store to get a dozen bags of ice. Gonna chill down everything in five coolers. Gotta keep the beer cold and have ice for Jack. So, the day starts, what else can I say. dusty

Played yesterday, ended up at Wallyworld till midnight. Health Food Bitch went to her own place last night (she's pissed). All of which means I can get some work done today. I am backed up on work sent down over the weekend and have deadlines looming. As long as HFB doesn't come tripping over here I can probably get something done. Sometime this afternoon I have to trim up around the condo, wash down the siding - salt air is a killer. comments welcome dusty

So, we got back late Saturday night. I'm still tired. Health Food Bitch is still here but been talking to her daddy. Now, he wants me to go golfing with him this afternoon (I thought golf courses were closed on Mondays). Anyway, he wants me to meet some of his buddies. I hope he has a bottle of Jack in his golf bag, cause that's about the only way I'll play. This should be interesting. HFB is trying to get serious into this relationship. I may have to do something drastic. comments and opinions greatly appreciated. dusty It's 6:15pm, I've been on the golf course with three older men since 1p. I'm pooped, these guys don't drink. I told health food bitch when I walked in the door to rush a jack n' coke IV up to the office post haste. She thinks I should take a shower, wonder if she's game. back later dusty

So, at 5:30 this morning my phone rings, it's HFB, she's coming over to fix breakfast and wanted me to go down and unlock the door. I told her where to stick it, but she's coming anyway. Door is unlocked. As I write this it is 7a.m., she's down stairs all pissed off cause I told her to go away. We are leaving about noon to head up to the district - I've got two days of meetings. She's planning two days shopping (Tyson's Corners may not live though her charge cards). If I continue to piss her off it will mean 8 hours in the car with steam coming from the passenger seat. I have an idea, I'll drop her off at a rest stop. Comment if you like, no more blogs till Monday. dusty

Not usually up this early, health food bitch is cooking downstairs, the smells woke me, plus I think she's singing. Last night she got a little talkative, wants to meet some of my friends. That;s easy, there aren't any. I asked her if she wanted to meet a couple of bar girls. She thought I was kidding. Trying to figure her out, one strange woman, if she'll let me I'll post a pix. I think she works today, which will give me a chance to get some things done. Cold this morning. Considering if I really want to take a shower. Won't be anyone here to bother with. HFB will probably stay in the village tonight, then join me tomorrow for the trip. Too hung over and screwed up to write much more this mornings. Nobody reads this crap anyway. later dusty

Woke up this morning to crash, boom, bang. Wind gusts up to 60mph. Health bitch spent the night, so she and I have worked this morning running up and down the beach picking up debris - some of ours, and some, well lets just say - salvage. She's also helping me get some clothes washed, as I leave again back to the district on Wednesday. She wants to come along, and since super bitch has me on the persona non grata list, I may just take health bitch with me. She's livin' off daddy's money, but working part time at a library in the village - sits around all day reading health food books. Getting time off is no problem. Anyway, we'll drive up the scenic route, along the coast, there's a couple really interesting out-of-the way places, one of which has some off season rates on cabins. I told her it would be like "rough'n" it - she thought that was cool, she likes it a little rough now and then. She's getting a little close...again...may have to run her off after this trip. Comments allowed. later dusty

Got back late last night. Leaving again Wednesday. Rain - pouring rain, blowing sand, beautiful day to do nothing but get knee walking drunk. Think I will call health bitch and see if she wants to join me. later dusty

Bummer. can't sleep. Too much to do. Going to drive up to the district today, meetings with the man, back to the house on Saturday. Called super bitch, she said get a hotel. The health nut went home last night. Good idea. Was ready to boot her anyway. More later. dusty

So, I had to run to the college today to do some research, I get back to the flat - remind me to tell you about the house - anyway, so there's my lady friend cooking turkey tacos...hey, I like a taco as well as anyone, but turkey, you gotta be kidding. I ate a couple out of starvation, then headed to the computer with my jack - to hell with the coke tonight. Okay, this house, belonged to a exMarine friend who up and died of Cancer. I told his brother he ought to investigate, he probably caught it during desert storm. Anyway, so the brother doesn't want to make payments until late summer when he can sell it. You see, the Yankees come to the beach in the summer, think they'd love to own something, pay giant prices for crap, then use it two weeks a year. I took over everything for the brother - payments, utilities, the works. The crazy bitch I lived with in the district is holding down that flat - well her name is on the lease - I don't think I am welcome back. Anyway, here I am in a very strange part of the Carolinas, with a turkey health cooker. Tell me that I didn't exchange hell for something worse. I told her to leave me alone or I would invite super bitch from DC down. So far she is simply downstairs on the couch pouting. I think she might make good shark bait. Got work to do, will venture this way again later. Comments tolerated. dusty