So I had a good day today.
Spent some time my my in-laws cat Loki.
Played some golf with a friend in the rain.
Had some gumbo. Had a banh mi. Good stuff.
So why am I buggin?
Fleas! Fleas! Fleas!
Used the flea comb on Loki for a few minutes, no fleas on him, dozens on me.
Tried to brush them off before I drived to Freeport, nope biting me on 295.
Let the cat back in. Flea combed him again. More fleas on me. Fleas! Fleas! Fleas!
Feel like I killed one just inside my door. Sprayed the floor and the stairs with bug spray. Already put Frontline on Lenny and Squiggy. I really, really don’t want fleas in the house.
Time to do a 3rd fogger round on Saturday. Going to release 2 at once this time.
I really, really, really don’t want any more fleas. Even when I am pretty sure there gone and I showered and I threw away my socks, I still feel like they are there.
Fleas! Fleas! Fleas!
Me and Lanna do an occasional podcast where we talk about stuff for around 30 minutes. Good stuff!
Check it out!
Today’s podcast involved politics, religion and fleas. I think fleas bite the most.
Taking the #4 bus to Portland today because going on the summer outing at work, the “booze cruise” around Casco Bay.
The bus is always an adventure. Always late when you are on time, on time or early when you are late.
Some interesting people, sometimes good conversations. Often oddballs, often people talking on cell phones. Different ages, different cultures, different classes.
The iPod helps you tune it out. A good book. The free paper like the Portland Daily Sun.
Today nice conversation with someone who works at Portland Pie in Westbrook and couldn’t afford a car right now. Lucky that he has a bus line that goes in the right direction. Transportation forms settlement patterns. With the car it means people settle everywhere without transit hubs. How different things would be if the streetcar stayed dominant.
Little frustrations, or kind of big ones. A Dr. Pepper bottle exploding with a fountain on the floor and my jeans, so it goes. Glad I followed Douglas Adams advice today and carried a towel.
Buses allow observation. Buses let you experience people in your transport. I think this is one of the reasons people don’t like the bus. There is people being loud, people being crazy, people who don’t fit in well with society. People, people, people!!
I am glad I live close to a bus line. That I can go into Portland without a car, not have to worry about parking, can look around not at the road. That I can have a few drinks at a party and go home in my wife’s car.
And it’s not bad. The air conditioner is working well. I had a towel to pick up my spill. It’s a nice day. The bus was close to on time, only 5 minutes late. And I am listening yo some nice classical music on my iPod while the bus makes its drive down Brighton avenue. Life ain’t bad.