This morning they came to fix the concrete stairs at two apartments. Breaking and pouring concrete all day. However i slept through most of it.
Working here at night has its reasons. One of it is the silence. But when i went to pick the garbage from the grass i saw the balcony of the building where one of the kids used to live is cracked and misaligned, worse than mine. I said to myself. What if they come tomorrow and start breaking and pouring concrete at my balcony or at the other one?
3:00 "What's wrong?" Said Angela when she saw me in the parking lot at Eaton to pick her. "Everything, except the market" i said.
May the market prevail. After everybody put their retirement money, with confidence, in the market, the market remains number one priority. Forget the truth, forget the law. Here come the patriot freemasons to fix things up by breaking concrete.
After what i posted Sunday, the market went down on Monday. I didn't realize that until closure time. It would have gone even lower if not for me cooking that meatloaf while they were delivering in the building. However, it proves that i had no intention and no control whatsoever. That SOB who calls himself Klaus Iohannis was allowed to talk nothing at the UN. So he can recover the free fall position in the Romania before whatever. Congress of his party. After he named 8 prime ministers during his 7 years reign, with the last one shaking badly. That was the reason that prompted me to search for Guterres. (Because of Carol II who at some time flirted with the right extreme, he abdicated in favor of a dictator etc..) exile in Portugal, where he died, some Romanians, especially the supposed extreme right ones, probably some political ghosts who secretly support the "German" Iohannis, fantasize about having some sort of secret ties to Portugal, from where they bought a squadron of third hand F16s, probably thinking the Portuguese have removed whatever traps and bugs instead of buying new ones from US. That was the reason the market fell Monday, the match for Guterres, who is, like all others, an actor (opera singer), almost unknown in Hungary, with one picture forgotten on a site. But that was enough.
And then all hell broke loose. Tuesday he two kids from Japan who specialize in screaming and other artistry, who screamed for hours while i kept drinking. Wednesday they came with a plan (could have started Tuesday and haven't seen). They came to break and pour concrete at some entrances. Don't know if it was necessary, never really looked at those before, they broke several cubic feet of concrete per entrance from the direction of the wind. Or that was just the cover and they released much more from much closer. Though i was aware of the dangers of fine concrete dust (mainly sharp fine silica or glass which besides some trouble breathing, in small amounts may create pain all over body), i had so many things on my mind it took me again by surprise. Wednesday evening the two kids from Japan again screaming for hours while i drank my minds out without realising it was the pain i was drinking for and which kept me sober no matter how much i drank. In the mornings, dog poo. In other words, in the last three days they threw at me everything they had. And since all that was not enough, last night the guy upstairs came. But at least it ended the rumor i might have made him disappear. However how many minds this rumor changed?
This morning after i went to take Angela at work, when i came back i forgot the keys in the door. I cannot explain it, it didn't happen in a long time, i had nothing in my hands, what could have done it, a noise in a critical moment on the background of pain and drinking and being absent minded (something similar happened in the moment of the accident, i've been exposed to dust in the days before and did not realise i was surrounded by cars at a time they were very few on the freeways). Or somebody maybe extracted the key with a tool like a fishing pole from under the couch where i found the wallet, which is like 10 ft in straight line away from door which has a rubber seal on top of the sill.
Yesterday after the blowers came, i went and swept the stairs, hosed everything else. But i forgot to hose the tuck and by driving it now i'm in pain again.
When i got back they pushed some more, there was zipfly thing around he handle of my door only, though i have zipfly. When i went for the walk, today, again meeting with this construction guy in the NE corner of hospital's parking lot (deja vu) who was this time dressing though he was fully dressed, putting more clothes on top of winter clothes he had on, and a neon vest on top, while behind him, the portable toilet forgotten by the city and a sexy woman in shorts walking in a hurry with the se_quoia trees in the background. Those trees have been planted, obviously aroud the time Oregon became a state 5:05 I hosed everything. When i hosed the screen at the balcony something like white milk came out of it. Concrete dust. Also when i rinsed in the sink the towel i keep on ft above the filter.
5:15 At dangerous levels concrete dust particles are invisible. Concrete dust can irritate skin. In other words, i've been metsubushed. Again.
Mă dor fața, ochii, pielea pe tot corpul de la diferite prafuri (beton, lemn roșu (sequoia)) care zboară pe aici.