Not a Great Day for Walking

So I didn't.  I thought I got to get out of the house.  The reek of weed was making my eyes water and I thought it's not bitter cold so maybe fresh air will help.  I knew it was a bad sign when I almost fell by the garbage cans.  Luckily I was able to walk behind them in the snow when I came back.  I'm sure the ice has melted by now or will in the next day or so, but it just sucked. I thought maybe I could walk on the east side, but nope.  That wasn't happening either.  It was ok. I listened to Lawrence O'Donnell's show on the drive home.  

I made one stop at Metro Market. I found out that Lois actually moved out of the neighborhood.  Oh boo hoo.  I can't lower property values.  I guess I won't be going to the strawberry festival next summer or I'll lower the property values in her new neighborhood.  I should have just parked in their loony parking lot but I made the mistake again of parking about a block away.  It was long block carrying two bags of Diet A&W two liter bottles.  At least if I fell, I'd have something to fall on.  I was fine though.  People were starting to throw salt out as I walked back to my car.  No, that didn't happen for me at home.  I know I can throw some salt out by the side of the duplex and maybe I will, but I get some damn tired of that lazy person downstairs.  I'm 25 years older than him.  He makes me tired.  I was able to get to the mail by walking in the snow. I didn't want my mom out today so I got the stuff we needed.  I saw the Salvation Army Santa who put his hands on me and when he yelled Merry Christmas to me, I said Buzz off.

I do wish people a happy holidays.  I don't wish that jerk anything other than a buzz off.  Keep your hands to yourself, weirdo.

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