It’s now Wednesday morning, and I swept up the winter’s worth of dead leaves off the patio on SUNDAY… and I’m still all hunched up and creaky. Getting old sucks. Plus, it doesn’t help that this crazy weather seems to think that constant rain is a good plan… some of us can’t take the damp, Weather!
Now a few updates. Chuckweasel double-booked us this weekend (and one of them’s a double VENUE, so it probably counts as TRIPLE-booked) so we’ve had to rent more equipment. And now my living room is so chock full of electronics — which the Redneck Hillfolk SAW being delivered… well, let’s just say I sleep with a broadsword.
Speaking of the Redneck Hillfolk — while I was waiting for the equipment to be delivered, there was a knock at the door. I naturally assumed it was the delivery dude, so I hollered “Just a minute!” so I could get my pants on (I don’t sit around the house in my school clothes, yo.). But when I peeked thru the peek-hole, IT WAS A COP! And unfortunately, I sort of blurted “It’s a cop!” to Chuckweasel, which the cop undoubtedly heard, so Baby Jeebus only knows what he thinks I was doing. Luckily, he had bigger fish to fry, ’cause he asked where the Evil Apartment Manager was, and I told him, and he left. AND THEN ANOTHER PLAINCLOTHES UNDERCOVER-Y COP SHOWED UP, TOO! Chuckweasel says I have no way of knowing this, but I knows cop when I sees it. And I think they went upstairs and rousted the illegals or maybe just the Polish (or maybe the Polish WERE illegal?), but I don’t know for sure, ’cause I couldn’t Mrs. Kravitz at the peek-hole AND at the window at the same time, and Chuckweasel refused to help. But last time La Migra came, they had to bring the SWAT team assault-rifle guys, so stuff’s gettin’ better!