Dragging that big blue bin back and forth

Bo is watching me through the window of the big room. After making sure that the recycling bin is set right, Monk comes back inside.

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”What is that about? Dragging that big blue bin back and forth?”

Oh, you pick on me about that, but you pass over in silence our morning jaunt.

”I know. You seemed a bit stronger this morning.”

Really, right? For the first time, I was hitting the better part of my former stride, and it looked like I was really jogging rather than hobbling like a cripple.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, you are a real athlete stud. But what about the bin?”

I thought I mistook the day. At first I assumed it was Friday, but when I returned from my jog - and I use the term ‘jog’ advisedly - I thought I made a mistake and it was Thursday. Finally, I realized that I had it right the first time.

“So, when the body gets stronger, the mind grows weaker?”

Yeah, and I might forget to feed you today.

“That’s not even funny.”

Who’s laughing?

“It’s just that I would hate to go into hunting mode and start feeding on cats.”

Now that really isn’t funny.

“Who’s laughing?”

Alright, alright! Let’s go take care of your doggy dish right now.

“Now you are thinking again!”

I have my moments.

a big wanker

Another big chikan wank, the laptop with me in my room. I thought, for sure, that I was busted and Pop had come home. I thought I heard the slamming of doors, the knocking of furniture, the labored breathing. But it was just my imagination and dread. It’s bound to happen sometime the way I keep going. But not today.

Daimon says, “So what? You always get caught. Everyone knows you are a big wanker.”

But I have never been caught this way - with the laptop. I just think it demonstrates an extra degree of the pathetic. And I would just as soon be spared the additional humiliation. It’s not a big deal, but any shoring up of my character is appreciated.

“I think it’s a lost cause.”

Life is a war that one ultimately loses sometime, but every battle is precious.

our new UPS guy

Apparently this is our new UPS guy and not just a temporary. He won’t open the gate and come to the door, but leaves the package by the gate. At least it is on the inside of the gate, but one can easily miss his delivery, hidden off to the side like this, and it is squarely in the sunlight. Well, I think they usually rotate these guys around pretty quickly. I cannot recall ever having a particular UPS guy for a long stretch of time, but maybe only for a season.

Susanna paid for the gift wrap and card:

Hey, Monk!

I hope that you enjoy this show. It’s one of my absolute favorites. There are hot chicks in kevlar and interesting information about serial killers. Enjoy!

At first I thought that she misspoke and said that there are hot chicks in kaviar, confusing matters with that rich-person food, but it was only my fading eyesight. I cannot say that I find kevlar body-armor to be particularly sexy. I would prefer to see them decked out in skimpy leotards à la the Black Scorpion.

My hopes aren’t high for the show, and I kind of wonder how I will make it through three seasons of a forensic-cop show, a blah TV-network show at that, without even any swear words, much less a boob or a sexy ass, and a show that I suspect prides itself on meeting the highest standards of political correctness, and thus also a strongly feminist program. Which obviously is not my cup of tea. But maybe I am prejudiced. I have yet to see the first show. I am more than willing to be surprised. As I told Susanna when she informed me of her gift, I would love to be engaged in a show.

first episode of “Criminal Minds”

I watched the first episode of “Criminal Minds” over dinner. I know I said that I was going to return to the old, short-lived routine of watching shows on the computer in brief snatches during reading breaks and in between other e-tasks, but my computer-time is too busy for that.

As for the show. It is what I expected. It’s a smart enough program, but I’m not going to get lost in it, that much is clear. I would have preferred another season or two of “Cheers” on top of the first season that I already have. But I need to stop bitching. It’s a pretty incredible thing Susanna does for me, giving me gifts like these DVDs. I only do things like that when I feel some hope that sex is possible and she is at least somewhat sexy.