Between 6:45 and 7:00 p.m. on Wednesday there was the most wonderful rainbow to the west. I don't recall rainbows like that back east. This colorful meteorlogical phenomenon is always a harbinger of ruin despite their beauty. A deity once gave a rainbow after a mythical flood as a reminder and a promise to his followers. If I was creating a tarot deck the ten of swords would feature a rainbow.
I went to the asian buffet on north Academy and it was good. Spot decided she was going to be slick and scamper into the laundry room. I had no time for her shenanigans so she ended up being stranded in the laundry room for the better part of an hour. While coming home I filled my gas tank and discovered that the station was selling premium for $1.10 more than regular and mid-grade. When I brought it to the attention of the lady in her bulletproof glass safe, which is wholly unnecessary outside of urban areas and unfitting of urbane areas, she was shocked and had a kitten right then and there. Poor bastards, I wonder how many pumped premium into their tanks without knowing they were being ripped off.
Probably a bunch.
Seriously if the economy is so bad then that would have never happened, someone would've noticed it and brought it to the attention of the attendant or manager within a femtosecond of noticing the error.
Nope, reckon at least ten cars tanked up on premium. Half of those, since I live in Colorado, were SUVs. Serious profits were made by King Soopers / Loaf'n'Jug. People aren't paying attention to prices and I figure it has less to do with apathy and more of folks having the money but being very tight with their cash. I'm part of this because I did fill my tank with regular but completely missed the "Use 10 cent discount y/n?" and filled up only saving three cents on the gallon and I didn't have the attitude of being ripped off because King Soopers is being sneaky by asking people if they want to save money.
Of course people want to save money. The franchise just wants people to admit it rather than assume on the behalf of the people who spend their hard-earned cash in their aisles.
If you drive up I-25 North and as you approach Woodmen you'll find to the east there's a huge clusterfuck of a construction site. Heaven only knows who is building there but someone has the money to build there. It's a sprawling complex that very well may be an auto dealership or the site of a government contractor who requires its employees to have varying levels of security clearances.
Funny thing, did you know that Mr. Hands (the guy in Washington state who died getting fucked up the ass by a horse) had a security clearance. It's true, you can look it up.
Where is this money? Has the recession simply become a ruse so our Republic does not become a scapegoat of other states having a harder time during the global economic depression? Two automakers are accepting bankruptcy protection, Fiat now holds 25% of Chrysler and that will easily be increased to 35%. Why? Fiat has the technology and resources to begin Chrysler's conversion towards creating vehicles which are more fuel efficient and will ease the path towards compliance once the new fuel regulations mature. 35mpg will be the rule of the day by the late teens and even then people will argue these are gas guzzlers. Bankruptcy protection is the fastest way our automakers can refit their industry in order to become more competitive with the world.
Obviously I'm being optimistic.
Holy shit, I'm being optimistic. spivak's gotta be wrong.
Still I have reasons to be optimistic. Lost my shit job, found a new job within a month, only changes to my lifestyle involve regular travel to the east coast to see my honeypie. Can you fucking believe it? I travelled back east once every two years. Of course one time I dragged someone kicking and screaming along with me and it's funny that someone who was kicking and screaming has such a knack for the silent treatment.
Upon my return I saw the familiar harlequin face looking out the window. Annoyance shone in her eyes and my heart melted something fierce I tell you what, boyo. Poor Spots. She's been rubbing against me, secretly climbing in my lap and generally making me feel guilty but she's none the worst for wear. For an hour she was deprived, of her own choosing, of water and food and cat litter. As you may or may not know, gentle reader, cats are not so crass to relieve themselves outside of a litterbox unless it's for the civilized emotion of revenge.
What does Spot's plight have to do with the price of Coca Cola in the USA? Right now the Republic doesn't have water, kibble or litter. Still we're not feeding upon ourselves and we still have a measure of respect for what represents this nation for better or worse.
People like us? We're Lilah. Cautious even though it's unnecessary, hiding in our personal crawlspaces without knowing any better.
After puzzling over the cover I was able to begin dismantling it. Someone had wrapped laundry in aluminum foil. Taped against the window were a pair of blue granny panties with Lee's handwriting on them. She wrote me an apologetic note which also nagged me about my various habits and quirks in a very gentle and loving way since she's awful selfish and wants me to live a long time with her.
Outside it was still night and the porch light wasn't even lit.
