Out for Delivery

To say it’s raining cats and dogs this morning would be an understatement, and I think I brought it on myself.

How you ask.

After that last rain storm, expecting the wet weather wasn’t through with us yet, I’d kept my umbrella and boots near the front door. However, we’ve had such nice weather since that, yesterday, I decided to return the umbrella and boots to the back closet. While doing so, I thought to myself ... if I move these, it will probably start raining again. Sure enough, I woke up to cats, dogs this morning.

Not wanting to swim to the Pain Cave, I’m tempted to opt out today, but no. Not exercising nearly as much as I should, on off Pain Cave days, I can’t afford to not workout today.

The second set of photos is due to arrive today. Checking tracking I see the status is “out for delivery”. Hopefully the photos make it to the correct mailbox this time.

As for the first set of photos, the ones placed in the wrong mail slot and can't be traced, I haven’t yet run into my buddy Apache to ask him to keep an eye out for who has possession of the photos when chatting it up with the fellas or visiting other units. I did, however, run into Handsome Man, who made a good point — that the individual keeping the photos was not only violating my privacy but committing a theft of property crime.

At any rate, Handsome said he’d keep an eye out, let me know if he sees or hears anything, then started in again on how he’s looking for a “good woman”.

We’d already established in a prior conversation that woman would not be me, because I’m much too happy with my status quo to risk letting some guy enter my life and disrupt its peaceful flow, so I suggested he might take an interest in my Next Door Neighbor. After all, she did express interest in him years ago. She'd invited him to dinner, he accepted and I heard no more about it, but I didn't tell him I knew all this. Instead, I said "_______ is single".

“Oh nooooooooo” was his reply as he looked away from me, shook his head and shuttered.

Whaaaaaaaat?!, thought I.

What’s the extreme reaction about?

I continued with “Why? …. She’s nice looking”.

Again, he looked away, shook his head and uttered an emphatic, “Nooooo! ... No thanks!”.

Puzzling.

“You’re just too hard to please”, said I as I turned to head to my unit.

“As are you”, he replied.

Touché ... I am, but how did he know? LOL.

On another note, I’m not watching any of the Impeachment proceedings. It’s a bad movie. A movie we already knew the ending before the movie even started. A movie with a zero % rotten tomatoes rating.