Moving Day in the Heat

The guys took maybe an hour and a half with their movers.  They were organized.  That did not happen with us and we lived a lot closer to this place.  It took about six hours because we had lazy movers.  My mom thought she saw Charlie and Jeremy trying to help the movers but she wasn't sure.  Yeah.  That would sound about right.  I stayed in during lunch and didn't leave until I finished tonight.  I saw Jeremy coming up from the basement as I was leaving and said hello.  I'm hoping they went out and enjoyed a nice dinner.  I got a feeling they're back at their place cleaning.  They're good humans.

I probably should use a footnote when I refer to Jerry the drycleaner.  See post from somewhere in April this year.  I had a dream about Jerry.  It wasn't salacious so I can spill.  I'm just walking down a hallway and I'm not happy.  Got a feeling I know where I'm going and yeah, it sucks.  I look up when I get to where I'm going and I see him.  He's standing there smiling and tells me he's been waiting for me.  

So yeah, I've had some Jerry the drycleaner thoughts the last few days, kind of wishing I had a cloning machine.

I get what it is.  I'm dreaming about the type of person that I wish I would meet.  Just a vibe and maybe I'm wrong.  Jerry doesn't seem like he would kick nuns or cats.  

I knew the type of guy that Jerry is.  They were smart.  They were funny and I would always hit it off with them in class.  I also figured that they would wind up with someone that fit their lives.  I wouldn't fit in that equation.   Yeah. I didn't think I was good enough.  I don't feel that way anymore.  

Maybe the Jerry type doesn't want a life that may fit a certain way.  Maybe he'd like a different life than what's expected.  

Maybe I'm just delirious from the heat.  

I asked the guy who was filling the freezer with ice cream if they had a problem with the refrigeration and he said yes.  I told him about the woman that freaked out with the F bomb.  He said she wasn't the only one mad.

People literally screaming for ice cream.  



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