More Raking

I have very little to report concerning the progress on the bathroom. With Halloween approaching, work has been directed to and around the house.

I spent about an hour last night with my Leaf Shredder 2000 cleaning up the front yard. I figure that if I go out every couple of days and get all the leaves that have fallen, I will keep ahead of the game and not end up spending an entire dreary Sunday raking my arms off.

We have completed the tombstones. They look pretty good. Here is picture of them set up in the living room. There are a total of ten. They feature cleverly ghoulish names like Rigg R. Mortis, Manny Wurmfude and Frank N. Stein.

During my raking last night, I took a short break to look for some garbage bags. I went up into the upstairs portion of the Carriage House and turned on my CB Radio that I have up there. In Spokane, Channel One is where all the activity is. I have found that there is pretty much the same group of people on there every day. There is one guy in particular whose handle is "Pipe Layer". I get the impression that he is an Electrician. On the CB, he is nothing but a Bully. He is constantly telling people that he will kick their ass and is always trying to goad someone into a fight. Last night, Pipe Layer and another guy who goes by the handle of Laser Beam, were picking on a guy named Bob. They refuse to give anyone the respect of calling them by their handle. Once they find out your name, that's all they use.

I don't even know why they were pissed at Bob. But they just kept on calling him a dumbass and a Mama's boy and many other colorful names. I don't think it matters what the consternation is over. They just want to fight. That is a mentality that I have no understanding of. I don't think I have been in a fight since grade school. I think it is safe to say that if Mr. Pipe Layer and I ever met, he would kick my ass.

Anyway, I was sitting there listening to this for about ten minutes and I was starting to get pissed off. It was from the accumulation of listening to Mr. Pipe. I wanted to join in to the conversation and tell theses guys what losers they are.

Then I got to thinking if this was a field I wanted to play on. I mean, I have nothing in common with this collection of Spokane's Finest White Trash. Why should I engage them?! And so I turned it off and went back to leaf shredding. I think my time was better spent.