I Was a 12 Year Old Rock Star

Another Call Center person was talking too softly with an accent. I signed “back up” with my dental insurance co. I responded to an email to just check the status of everything. That was especially because they denied me vision care, even though I have been a customer for years going back to when I blacked out before driving into the path of a dump-truck. Because of my totaled-car status everything is in C.D.s. I realized that I had made a mistake in budgeting, but am being disregarded as a client due to my past account on-line. I actually have no memory of ever going onto their site. Alas, I will need to stop wearing the new spectacles, while using the most recent scrips. I have readied the older pairs for a donation. As far as I know, they can regrind the lenses for a different person’s vision acuity. Since I merely wanted to verify everything, I will be okay without going onto that site. With today’s issues being about the brick patio, and well-found treasures from the storage unit, things should move smoothly, and precisely. I had thought that I could simply dig down deep enough to “hammer-down” that corner post. That would allow for the needed level to have the water flow toward the downspout. After I attached each and nearly every connection atop that corner it still drips enough to require a big orange bucket underneath. The special plant just outside of that corner would drown, otherwise. Mother asked if I (and my nephew I hope) were going to simply saw a few inches from the middle of that corner post. When I read that the legal frost-line around here is at least 5 1/2 feet, I stopped and wondered. I am certain that cottages from before 1933, garages, and brick patio covers are under different legal standards. Nonetheless, I am now in between a rock and some hard brick mortar on the whole deal. They sell a longer chisel, yet I become a bit less energetic when considering such a proposition. We, I believe, I merely need to remove any stress, from the overall weight of the entire structure that would be theoretically pressing down onto the saw. I have at least until 10/20, or so. It will all be good though!

From the book(edited): Fallen ichorous remains, as globule droplets fall back to the sea, an ethereal contact stains, celestial drips set free, to nearer to the sun, as I toil in the heavy rain, my very life’s blood, flows forth, while I feel no pain, an ethereal contact gains, a harsh demonic presence drains, as contested grips let free, an ancient myth, a travesty, it seems like woes abound, the farther you should go, the more clearly you will know, that man-made, and well held gravity now holds us to the ground.