Marty’s blog

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Thanks. You mean you can’t figure it out from the blog(s)? Yes, no one can figure me out. Not even me. So, welcome to the club. Well, actually my kids can. They’re the only ones. They take my behavior completely for granted. I think because they [...]

Oh yeah, and I had to get my fucking windshield replaced today because it got hit by a small pebble probably from one of those million fucking gravel trucks on the roads and highways (all the gravel for construction throughout Chicago - maybe for the whole fucking planet - is mined out here), and it [...]

FUCKING BUILDING INSPECTOR! Wasting all my fucking time! He fucking called at 4:30 P.M and said he came down with a sudden illness. I hope it’s not fucking terminal. I’ve been waiting since noon and had to cancel a meeting (for a paying job!), and now have to go to [...]

Discipline? Seems to be noticably absent at present. Sometimes I just have none. I have this work I need to get out for this job (working of the windows for the rear facade now - and I need the money!), but instead I spent all morning practicing my violin, and then just [...]

I pulled out my stitches tonight. I didn’t feel like waiting for three hours tomorrow at the immediate care place and fill out more forms and all that wasting of time. Anyhow, it’s not rocket science, small scissors and a tweezers. I unfortunately have too much past experience at it.
I was feeling [...]

This was my journey through life today.
Had my coffee and granola out here…

had to get ready to go into the city. Very difficult to go this morning. It was quiet, no distant traffic noise or dogs barking. Just the birds, squirrels, and the wind through the trees.
I made good time to the [...]

OhMygod, it just came to me. Mexico has oil. Let’s invade Mexico and take their oil! Well, duh! Let’s take their land and…oh, I forgot, we did that already when we stole California, Texas, New Mexico and parts of Arizona (what else did we take? I forget). Anyhow, [...]

Okay, sorry, I couldn’t resist.
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Addio Pavoratti.

Found! My Roberta Flack First Take CD. It was under the passenger seat in my car car among the empty water bottles and loose tools and stuff.
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Does any remember “Play Misty for Me”? Or am I really dating myself? Well [...]

Things you get to do (or don’t have to do anymore) when your grown-up son finally gets an apartment and moves out of the house:
You get to go shopping for food less often.
You always have a cold beer or two left sitting in the fridge.
You get to resume your sex life, and…
You get to have [...]