No Notes

Here I sit on this hot day 

…in the truck to waste away

…because there I bake

…with no notes to take. 

The poem must stop as I’ve lost the will to further rhyme. It sucks to get out to my relaxing spot and realize there is not a sketchpad and pen waiting for me. It’s lunch time — I’ve already changed to shorts only and I’m parked in my new chill spot. I have ideas to scribble. I need to get it down before it passes. 

It is tempting to skip the Thursday game night group. No one ever applies a yes/no to the meetup group, nor are they regular like me. But I realize, if nothing, the game store has nice tables setup in a fairly quiet room. Where I could dream over gaming design. 

I just hope that one kid does not show up. Grrrr, I can’t stand him. Nerdy, long-haired fellow with the problem of half-telling the rules to games. He watched me roll for the totally wrong thing the last time…I got what I wanted (you really don’t want to play dice against me) and finished rolling. I went to update my stats — he stopped me — “you can’t do that”. 

you just watched me roll for that (I aimed for 5 hearts). I got 3 hearts and 2 dmg (to him). And I was clear with my goal. Every roll saying I’m aiming for hearts!!

“I told you before starting”

oh, you mean the stuff I told you I’m not going to remember, because I don’t listen (can’t listen) to the instructions. Because that’s why I told you that. 

…and you watched/heard me say what I’m doing. And you just let me do it anyway. Okay, sure man, your game, whatever dude, hey your turn. 

“I didn’t know you didn’t know. ”

Your turn. 

(Not verbatim, but I did say all italics)

He also did some other sneaky stuff and refused to attack his girlfriend much. Yeah, SHE won. I really don’t like or respect guys that are “nice guys”. I have zero respect for you; I don’t care your motive, there is rarely a good reason to let a girl beat you because you’re afraid to beat her.

…lil bastard, I wanted to choke him for a moment. Not murder, just enough to show him the annoyance he is causing everyone else. 

…ahh the sweat is beginning to drip after forty five minutes of shade. That story must have fired me up!

7/20/2017 3:05pm

Lunch Break 6/9/17

A few others are enjoying the air under the gas pump shelter. It isn’t just me for once. 

It is just as beautiful as yesterday. 

Too bad it is over. We had free lunch at work (Italian). It was pretty tasty & served to end a 60 hour stretch without solid food. 

Friday, 6/9/27, 1pm

rainy wednesday lunch

It’s like I really want to go to the gym today, but the rain makes me resist. I tend to flow with nature when I can, following the attitude of the weather. Rain is for recovery. Rain enhances your ability to sleep. Whether the cause is reduced serotonin levels, atmospheric pressure, or what-have-you, the rain definitely makes people sleepy. 

…don’t fight it. If you do, you are faced with the challenge of fighting nature herself. For the reason you are sleepy is the result of generations of problems associated with being in the rain. The misconception that seems to be cropping up that playing in the rain doesn’t make you sick is mostly correct, but the problem occurs when an immune system is weakened. Then the rain very well could bring sickness upon you. 

Why fight the lazy mood at work? Just accept the fact that everyone isn’t up to normal speed due to the weather. I’m bout to go burn my afternoon energy on CATIA with pressing matters, but after that, I’m back to coolbreeze during the rainy week. 

5/24/17 2:12pm

Lunch Break 3_28_2017

As I reclined in my seat at the Hardee’s parking lot, I had an insight. 

A convertible would possibly alleviate my vehicle woes. I could still get ease of access to the open sky for napping. I could tote something (like a bike) by placing over the seats. While also getting decent mpg. I think I’d aim for a larger type. 

I am here only after being harassed for parking askew behind a business. I had my big green towel laid out behind my car to sunbathe. I cannot really complain; I know harassment is the Police’s #1 duty around here, so she was just doing her job. 


Lunch Break 3/20/17

Shut the eyes and tried to nap, but there’s too much thinking. 

Remembering rock/paper/scissors from back in the day. Thinking of the champ who is no longer with us. I think of him often. 

Guess I’ll stretch a bit and head on in to the bbq place for my tator. 

It is really pretty out today. 

1st day of Spring today. 

3_20_2017 Monday, 1:59pm