Why it has been a rough week for me (Omens and potents of snowy chickens to come home someday)

 I will admit that it has been a rough week for me. And not just because of the garden. No, it is not simply the memory of my father talking about grandchildren while we were working; or my personal investment in the future (minimum at best, I am short termer).

No, the whole neighborhood plots against me to remind of my sins.

Yeah, my neighbor across the street got a new roof.

Right across the street--in full view of me.

Yep, right in full view. The father living with his daughter and granddaughter, got a new roof this week. Hammering, sawing, general noise. Might have freaked out some poor Mexican workers out at one point when they saw Richard the Skeleton (Halloween can't come soon enough for witches)--his daughter laughed when she saw the cause of the freak out. I am not sure what she told them, but they seem to calm down. Probably something along the lines of "Morgan's a mental patient--he should be in the asylum."

Of course, looking at their roof--I still think that me and Khari got the better one.

Maybe that's I just standing closer to this roof.

Seriously, why would a roof set me off? Well . . . when the salesman walked across our roof with his friend, it made an alarming sound. "Rotten hull." Me and Anubis were sitting right underneath. We decided not to risk another March 2003 blizzard. 

You know, the type of blizzard that took my daughter (or goddaughter) out of my life.

Hard not to think of the kid when roof work is being done in the neighborhood. 

Because while I would like to blame it on Coloring with Jesus, it not the real cause of my bad mood over the last few days--no, that would be the garden, plus watching a roof go in. Oh, and Khari still not figuring out who my daughter is . . . but I am not sure that she has intent memories (after all, Khari may also be a victim of that fucking black magick). 

Blessed be everyone--here's Jesus--see you tomorrow, or not. 


Jesus wants to color with you, or sell you stuff.



Location: 2727 Cook St, Denver, CO 80205, USA

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