811 2019

I COULD NOT pass up this date for doing an entry or report even as busy as I currently am. The former glamour spot on Carlton Road in Wylie with this street number will always have a fond place in both my heart and portfolio. I am trying to get a lunch date with my accountant in appreciation for last years return and to do some strategic planning. I am THINKING soon the time might be right for unloading the property but MUST KNOW the full tax implications and that’s exactly why I pay her so handsomely.

Very warm here as we ARE in the grips of summer.

Only FIVE (5) more training rides before the BIG one … the HH100.

The Wicked Strong team members are starting to get pumped up in anticipation which is cool to see.

The Big Discussion is pulling FBNG out of school to participate in this years event. I MUST abstain but it is after all first grade AND public school AND the first days of the school year so to quote the former secretary of state and first lady (?) ‘What difference does it make?’

The little one would probably be better off NOT spending a day in with the slime and sledge but again I don’t have a vote OR count. Just my opinion.

The first long GDR since the layoff break was 121K (75miles) on Saturday. Six (6) hours not exactly sparkling but as usual I do have excuses.

I got away about 15 minutes late at 7:15 and conditions were close to ideal but as always as time went on situations arose and deteriorated. Safety slows and stops one quite long as there were youth soccer games in progress ALL morning and even early afternoon creating dangerous traffic patterns.

Those ‘saddle muscles’, aka the ‘soft tissue’ at the rider-machine interface, paid the price and I will spare readership the most graphic descriptions of the burning pain. There was a moment that I would have sworn I actually LOST the saddle and was sitting on the hot seat post. Two (2) advils IMMEDIATELY post ride.

S1 aka Br12 has been texting WITH PICTURES from Hawaii. I can tell he is impressed and having a good time. The pictures are stunning and FAQ he is on Kauai.

A very long list today 80-90% accomplished or completed which is good. The usual systematic domestic torture of laundry, lawn in the morning after Mass. Yesterday was 2nd Saturday so I spent the warmest part of the day on the square and did a lot of painting. Traffic was light but the band on our corner was lively and perhaps a bit too loud.

I had a subcontract job on Friday which brought in a couple of greenbacks. Also it looks like another cash influx will hit mid-September driving. Negotiating fee(s) over breakfast with client Tuesday morning.

I had a funny dream. I was traveling and between flights sitting at a crowded bar minding my own biness when this lady axes if the seat next to me is taken. I don’t even look and say ‘No, go ahead. It’s yours’ and she sat down. Quietly. For about half-a-minute.

I was making notes in a notebook/journal capturing a thought and thoroughly engrossed.

‘Are you a writer?’ she askes.

Peeved at the interruption, I take my glance away from the page to her and answer her inquiry.

‘Yes.’ And immediately return to my thought but not before my trained eye took in the mark.

She was a looker alright but I really was not in the mood for banter or the bother.

‘What do you write? Have I ever heard of you?’

This time I looked at her and gave her a 7.5 smile.

‘I write soft porn' looking her squarely in the pale blue eyes.

She stifled a gasp but recovered quickly.

‘You mean like pulp romance novels or screenplays & scripts?’

‘Not exactly.’ I put the pen down and gave her the undivided attention she was apparently and now obviously craving thinking this is a possible brush with fame on her part or something she could post on her facebook page. ‘I write short stories, essays but the material is classy, upscale and leans more toward the sophisticated set.’

‘How interesting. I bet you get a lot of women.’

‘Not really. Most are desperate, old and terribly ugly actually. They are like mannequins and I just dress them up with words, painting situations in exotic and glamorous settings. I include twists to the storyline or plot and make it lively, much more entertaining than it ever actually is.’

‘So where do you find subjects?’

‘Excuse me?’

‘You know, where do you meet the women that end up in your stories?’ she asked.

‘Airport bars.’ He took a long drink from his Makers & coke, set it down and gave her the 9.8 smile.

‘Really?’

to be continued …