As often is the case in life, things at first glance look a lot better then they are upon closer inspection.

Woke up in middle of the roaring sore throat, at first thinking maybe it was a bad air and mold in my apartment as last night was the first one I’ve had my windows closed since late March from the cold, but I realized when I took a good poop in the morning that it probably was food poisoning from the free lunch that they had at work on Tuesday. Or more like that extra sub and macaroni salad I packed on my bike, rode back to Menands and then rode home on back of the bike in 65 degree weather. Plus it had been sitting out on the table for much of the day. I’m hoping that’s all it was, just some minor food poisoning. I made a breakfast of edamane, broccoli, garlic, eggs and shredded oatmeal which with all that protein is making me feel better. I got to stop bringing home leftovers from the campaign committee, especially perishable food that sits out all day. 🪰 Same goddamn problem I had last Friday as I was heading up to camp. Better not mention on the Internet, or I’ll get more good damn ads for Cronh’s disease. I shouldn’t complain, the advertisers paid me over a thousand bucks for the privilege on the blog.

Discovered on my way to work that my jeans were a lot more dirty then I had expected. Lots of rust and mud stains on them. Maybe I didn’t notice in the darkness of my apartment this morning I grabbed a dirty pair of jeans or maybe it’s just the mud ground into them from hauling wood up at camp. It’s fine, I don’t have any meetings downtown today. I’ll make sure to grab clean ones tomorrow. I kept hearing a clicking noise on wheel land riding in, and discovered the speed sensor from the speedometer which never works because it’s wet or batteries are dead was hitting a spoke. Then the front brake were squeaking. I’ll have to see if I can put a small amount of brake be quiet on them to quiet down the pads and make sure the wheel is on straight. Listening to Peter Paul and Mary this morning, maybe the music wasn’t loud enough to drown out the noise. Also can’t find the bike chain grease, but I know Walmart stocks that and I’ll need to get to Walmart this weeend at any rate for supplies.

Saw what appeared to be a perfect house on Zillow app yesterday, but then I looked at the price and location, and the interior, and realized no. The price was high, at $300k, but if was the perfect property, I would just sell off more stocks and bonds while the market is high and eat the taxes. I would still save money over getting a mortgage on a cheaper property. Must be nice to be able sell some stock and buy your dream house when you want to. Life isn’t all awful as the Director. But then I realized it’s too far away when I actually read the address, and the interior was a bit too fancy and perfect for my low class tastes, even if it’s on 16 acres out in the country. I want a place that not only is heated by wood but tracking mud and manure into isn’t some kind of sin like my current apartment. I guess dream on. Why are all the nice houses too far from work? And located in New York State? I see the targeted ads on my blog now are trying to direct me to a scam site selling abandoned houses cheap, that mostly are trying to sell you sponsored links towards people interested in buying houses as-is.

Door is literally falling apart on my apartment again. It’s one of those composite doors, that two or three years ago was falling off the hinges and the bottom was rotted out so the old landlord used some screws to hold it together. And now the wood around those screws has rotted away. Its not like the new landlord doesn’t have a stack of doors in garage next door and I’m sure he plans to replace it at some point, but I’m hesitant to ask until it’s really bad, though I should probably before winter. But it’s being annoying as the screws snag and it doesn’t always want to close perfectly. I remind myself, I am staying here month to month, and I’m free to leave at any time, and my landlord is free to kick me out at any time so I’m not complaining much unless it’s dire. I just don’t want to pay more for a rental that I’m not getting anything out of besides a month’s worth of shelter. Maybe I can tape up or glue those screws so they quit snagging the carpet and door still and avoid that call to the landlord.

I was so sure this was going to be the perfect holiday weekend in Madison County but the forecast keeps sliding downhill. Sunday and Monday rain. Maybe next weekend. I was so disappointed as I had great visions of what this weekend would be — get out to Cherry Ridge early on Friday morning, work remote, go for an evening bike ride ride, have a nice fire, Saturday or maybe Sunday go down to Nine Mile Swamp and paddle there, and maybe ride around Hamilton and the Old Chenango Canal. Then the other day ride the truck trails and some of the horse trails before the off-road use closes down on November 1st and the color is all gone.

It’s fine, it just a was a rough night. I should have called in sick but there is so much work to do. I’ll survive, things aren’t bad in the grand scheme of things — and only are getting better. The truth is so much of America is built out of shit, fake silvered-plated plastic. When your not constantly tossing stuff and buying new, in America these days you end up with a lot of broken, half working crap. A lot of America smells like sewage treatment plan like my office does. I am sure I’ll recover from the sore throat and make it out to Madison County next weekend or the weekend after, riding trail. So I can enjoy the scenery, real America and smell of cow shit and silage now that it’s the time of year for manuring now the corn is chopped. And some day I’ll have that property I actually want and not the shit apartment that is literally falling apart at all the seams, full of broken and poorly functioning stuff. But maybe not today.