My day was filled with {atmosphere}
… from beginning to end.
I could change
one atmosphere: so, I did 😉
I don't know what she thinks she's up to - but I know I'm done playing.
The atmopshere got old, real fast. I stopped being nice about my time being wasted.
I moved on down the road …
and now, someone else is getting the benefit of the profits the no-show lost out
on.
You snooze: you lose.
And I take my business elsewhere.
I feel that when
people shine you on; they are disrespecting you. I don’t allow that.
Moving along, I thought I’d
stop at the Center downtown, and play a few games of pool to relax – and shed
2 weeks of “atmosphere”.
I like the Country Deli – and
lunch there, today, was just what I needed 😊
The waiter there is such a friendly fella.
As soon as he sees me come
through the door, he is right next to me (relax everyone: I have
grandchildren his age) – setting everything in place on my table, and
running through the few “staple” meals I stick with; to ask me which one I’d
like to enjoy today 😉
He’s really a sweetie. I
love him like he was family.
Settling my tab and thinking
about crossing the bridge over the Columbia that spans WA and OR, I was hoping
that traffic wouldn’t be too set back today with the proposed restructuring of
Washington Way/Industrial Way/and the bridge on-ramp.
Luck was with me: minimal
demolition has taken place, and the atmosphere at the Washington Way and
Industrial junction was laid back 😊
Crossing the bridge was hassle free.
I wasn’t able to get the
10-pound weights … but 8-pound weights were available, so I bought those. I
can use them doubled up with the 2-pound weights I have; until I can get
the 10-pounder’s.
The atmospheric atmosphere
in oregon was sticky-miserable ☹
The sky was laden with heavy
gray clouds.
My hair was sticky, and sweaty.
It was hard to breathe: the air was so heavy.
I turned the Highlander’s air
conditioner on, and kept lifting the hair off the back of my neck in an effort
to cool down – I have baby fine hair, but at that moment, it felt thick and
heavy like Bob’s. And Stacey’s. And Alyna’s. And Azariah’s.
I was doing my best to
change, in some small way, the stifling atmosphere of the car’s interior.
The
dash read 73-degrees outside. I checked the phone to see what the humidity
level was. I couldn’t believe what I was reading for this time of year … while
rain was falling.
It was definitely
a Rain Forest effect – and Scappoose is nowhere near a rainforest.
Driving home, the rain never
let up. Sometimes it was soft impact … other times, it pelted heavily. I
fiddled with the radio knob until a station came in clearly.
And wish I had just turned it off ☹
I could not believe what I was hearing.
On a country music station, of all things!
The atmosphere coming over
the airwaves was not “family friendly”; in any way, shape, or form.
In the beginning, the song
sounds okay – but about 1 minute into it … it gets smutty – 2 minutes
into it, and God has been kicked to the curb, and it gets more sexually explicit.
The entire atmosphere of the
lyrics was to glorify whoredom; even though she was claiming she “isn’t a whore”.
I’m pretty certain that if your {“vagina is 4 miles wide, and everyone is
welcome inside”} – you are teetering on the cusp of whoredom.
There was the glorifying of “dikes
who like cock – come on inside” … and the purring of {males with vagina’s}: (an
absolute pervo fantasy with no bearing in reality); with bestiality
thrown into the sicko twist, too.
It is clearly
NOT a “country song”: and it clearly should NOT be played on a family station.
It seems that
there is no sector of society that is not being poisoned by barak hussain obama’s
poisoned koolaid, and twisted twilight-zone pervo agenda.
The atmosphere
of the local KUKN Country Station has changed.
Seriously changed atmosphere.
And not for the better.
Aside from that ridiculous
song, the drive was enjoyable.
And coffee
shacks are cropping up all over the place: I’ve noted every location 😊
While I was headed home, I
thought I’d get a large pizza – and freeze the bulk of it for future Suppers: I
was reeling from sticker shock when the total was quoted to me.
The demonrat’s inflation is affecting
the financial atmosphere on every level of life. A $15 pizza has doubled in
price.
For what?
They’re down to a skeleton
crew, and inside eating is cancelled, since the whole demonrat covid insanity
kicked off.
And it’s “fast food”, for
Pete’s sake – there’s little prep involved: basically, just dump sauce and
fillings on the thawed dough-pop it in the oven-and shove it out the side wall
opening. How does that equate to $34???
Plus, I noticed another
chill in the atmosphere of Papa Pete’s … there is also a new sur-charge
added to the tab.
And
a notification of a closure – once these notices start showing, it’s only a
matter of time before the building is closed.
This will be my
last stop at Papa Pete’s: one
more thing Bob and I enjoyed together, biting the dust in my new life.
When I got home, and hauled
everything inside, I was still stuffed from the Black-N-Bleu Burger I had at Country
Folks Deli, earlier; so, I divvied up the pizza … and froze it.
Now, I’m going to drink a
cup of hot cocoa, and curl up with this book (wrapped in MOD book cover); and
listen to the rain tap-dance across the roof 😊
I designed, and made this
book cover for the Fall Bazaars I had hoped to participate it – but, masks are
required to host a table … so, I said “no thanks”: and will indulge in a
rare treat – enjoying one of my designs for a purely personal purpose 😉
The atmosphere fits.
