Get the Noise

I was walking up Tombstone Canyon Blvd with Delmont. One of the houses along the street has a dog which barks loudly when she heard street noise. When we reached the house, Delmont let out a loud “Arf Arf Arf”. Then he grinned and said, “The dog was going to bark anyhow. I figure we may as well get our money’s worth.”

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Another Day in Paradise

I was sitting just outside the Latte Da Coffee Shop in Lee Vining, California. The coffee shop also functions as the check-in for the El Mono Inn.

A man stumbled up the stairs. He is dressed in hiking clothes, although he doesn’t look like he has ever been on a hiking trail in his life

He went into the coffee shop. About 5 minutes later he came out of the coffee shop, looking askance. As he was going down the stairs, he said “If things get worse like today, I can go to my car, and use my oxycontin.”

I returned my dishes to the coffee shop. The proprietress was still talking about the exchange with the guy. She said that she and Lisa, an employee, had to deal with the guy. According to her, he was “spooky, downright creepy”.

Psychobabble

As I was walking down Tombstone Canyon. I could hear a guy expounding to his girlfriend on the importance of little things; how everything adds up. He was explaining to her that when she heard her alarm she had a choice to – get up and go to work or not. It was her decision.

Little things add up. Taking care of yourself. Eating well. Exercising. Thinking good thoughts. etc. At the end of the day you could be a better person.

Then he lit a cigarette, and cited some irrelevant study.
How can I apply this to my life?

End Times

 

I went to my  doctor’s appointment today. As I was going toward the building where the doctor practices, I saw a woman sitting on the stairs, talking to a guy wearing blue jeans, cowboy boots and a t-shirt with the caption, “Where the Hell is Sonsites?”

Woman: This is the beginning of the rapture. [Cowboy nods]

Woman: I don’t care if I starve to death, I won’t let them put 666 on my wrist.

Cowboy: Actually it is a bar code. They put it on everybody’s wrist when they are born. I don’t know whether they are using them or not.

Where is Scott?

I was taking my late night walk. I saw lights a block away, so I waited for the vehicle to go by. Unfortunately the vehicle appeared to be aiming at me, and its horn was continually blaring. I got ready to jump to safety behind the pipes. [Bisbee has pipes to keep the unaware from dropping into the drainage ditches.]

Then the driver of the red car turned, entered the one-way street from the wrong end, and stopped. I decided that I didn’t wish to discuss this driving behavior with the driver, and continued my walk.

Apparently, the occupant of the red car wasn’t after me. After I had walked a block,the car backed  up and drove into the parking lot of a house on the other side of the street. The driver yelled, “Scott, come out here, or I am going to beat the s**t out of you.” A voice from inside the house yelled, “Scott isn’t here. “

The red car tires’ squealed, as the car went into the Circle K to look for Scott. I continued on to my house, glad that I wasn’t Scott.

Pre-op Conversation

[this story occurred as I was awaiting surgery]

I was in the pre-op room, which also functioned as the room in which the surgeons relaxed between surgeries.

One of the doctors was telling another that, after work, he was going to go to the gun shop to buy a couple of semi-automatic machine guns.

“I didn’t know that you had any interest in guns.”

“I don’t. I just want to buy them while they are still legal. In a couple of months they will be worth double what I paid for them.”

Another guy came by. He said, “Just imagine the next shooting, when they are trying to figure out where the nut-job got the guns.”

After a few minutes gun buyer asked, “Do you think that this is a moral issue?”