Onionheart's Blog - page 34

i slept like a rock at the bottom of the sea last night.
so, i was ready when the street work started just before
7 a.m. there is a huge dinosaur-sized digger now across
the street. they are already about 8 feet down now. the
noise is noisy.

i have a free pass for a movie, so i think i will go down
town and see what i can see. i do not want to have this
noise all the livelong day. then i can come back home
walking over the mountain of love.

the cats are freaked out by the noise, but they are doing
okay. buster is looking more fragile all the time. he is
getting close to 19 years old now, i am guessing. he has
been such a good companion for me these last 7 years.

i had only a brief 20 minute nap yesterday in the earlier part of the afternoon, so i was not worried about falling asleep last night. i was in bed by 10:35 pm and ready for deep sleep.

i slept like rock at the bottom of the sea. i had to get up to pee and give cats more water. i was very happy when i first heard the heavy equipment at 6:40 a.m. this morning and realized that i had indeed slept long enough.

they are not supposed to make noise before 7 a.m. but they start up the motors to warm them up 15 minutes or so before. it is loud now at the moment, but the equipment is down the street a bit, not right in front of my shack.

i have invited some of the street work crew to come in for coffee and look at all the naked bums here in NNland. they asked if i mind if they stroke their cocks and write some of their own comments. i said sure - why not?

so, as i finish my big breakfast and set the picture selector to butts/ass, i can enjoy myself for awhile. but i will have to get away from the shack for a while. go for a long walk on the mountain of love. come back and do pushups.

i fell on the ice on saturday, and would have fallen on my back and head if i had not done a spinning twist in the air to take the fall on my hip and right hand outstretched. i have a minor wrist sprain. it was swollen up a bit yesterday after street mission chores, but not too bad at present. at least i can type with no big discomfort.

look at all these naked bums!

this is gonna be kinda boring in this blog for a while.
i am gonna use it to write about the street work going
on in front of my shack. the street is being ripped up
and dug down and new sewer, water lines, power cables,
gas trunk, and everything under the street redone.

the system is 100 years old and needs to be replaced.
there are trucks and heavy equipment moving into place
as i speak. i guess they were waiting for the new moon
and the chinese new year to begin. this is the year of
the water dragon. hay! i am a water dragon, myself!!

there was some controversy and hearsay about a delay in
the works, cuz one of the companies in this project,
which began 2 years ago, has had its license suspended
due to corruption and collusion with organized crime.

but i can see the trucks from that company are out
there, ready to rumble. it will be a lot of noise and
confusion for the next 7-8 weeks. i think the cats and
i will be okay. it will be a challenge, but we are ready.

well, this neighbourhood where i live, this block
where i live is going into a big period of challenge
and transformation. the street in front of my shack
is going to be dug up and haul away the old water,
gas, electric, and sewer trunk. the whole deal under
the street. and this is a very busy commuter street
that i am on. hundreds of thousands of vehicles use
this street in front of me. everything gets rebuilt
all at once.

it will mean at least 8 weeks of chaos and noise.
they will begin at 7 in the morning, and go until
sundown. no work on weekends. we will have only
weekends to enjoy some silence.

my upstairs neighbour was playing his piano quite
passionately and a bit loud for a while yesterday
and today. not for long. maybe 20 minutes each time.
and then he goes back to playing just on his earphones.

but the idiot guitar god who lives in the building to
our self has taken this as a provocation and has been
playing steadily at concert volume for the past two
hours. he has not played this loud for a very long time.
he sounds angry and hostile. a few minutes ago he made
the cups and glasses in the kitchen rattle. he likes
to make the building shake. right now just his bass
guitar.

he thinks all this acoustic space belongs to him. he
needs to concertize for us. he knows what we need to
listen to. it does not matter what we might choose to
listen to in our own leisure. we cannot hear what we
choose, because he wants to drown everything else.

he has a mean and threatening look lately when i see
him on the sidewalk. one time when he was super loud,
and i went over to talk to him, he threatened to throw
me off his balcony. he is a really charming man.

right now he sounds hostile and confrontational.
something will have to change if we are going to get
some serious quiet time on the weekends.

soon quiet time will be too precious to put up with him.

in this building we have very strange acoustics.
i may have mis-identified the source of the bass
riffs. it may have been one of my other neighbours
playing so loud.

one of my other neighbours has just returned from
the holiday vacations. he is a keyboard virtuoso
and nowhere near as deranged as the idiot guitar
god.

i maybe made an error. he was playing his keyboard
just a few minutes ago, and playing perzackly the
bass riffs i was hearing earlier.

this is a very creative, wild neighbourhood. we have
another bass guitarist as well, although he almost
always plays only with earphones. at one time we
had two drummers, two bass guitarists, one very
good clarinet player, too.

i have an idiot guitar god neighbour who thinks it
is quite alright to play his bass and guitar super
super loud whenever he pleases.

he does have a recording studio in his apartment.
when he practices in that space we do not mind,
cuz he has good soundproofing in there.

but i think that is a bit too claustrophobic for
him. he needs to remind us what a musical genius
he is. this is really tedious and frustrating.
he played really loud bass for the past 15 minutes,
and i think he will likely start up again soon.

i think that he lives alone, has nobody to love him,
and he wants to be recognized by somebody, or anybody.

one time i said to him that the stripper bars downtown
are not just for the tourists, you know. we have
world famous stripper bars here in montréal, you know.
i said that he should go down there and find somebody
to pay some attention to him. it does not cost that much.

he is so desperate, so needy and so useless.

so, i had the last session with my psychiatrist today.
we talked about depression and how to deal with it. i
asked him what is it that makes him most depressed.
he said that one of his favourite tv shows had been
cancelled and things just went downhill from there.
he thinks that his wife is having phone sex with other
women when he is not at home. he says his life is a mess.

i still get charged for these sessions, you know? i do
not know how things got turned around. he is always
reaching out to me and asking for help. i guess i get
some benefit just from being someone to listen to him.
most of the time i do not make many comments or give
him feedback, you know, because most of the time his
problems sound quite trivial and ridiculous.

my cats ask me why i bother with him. i know longer have
a good answer for that question.

maybe 2012 will be the year when i break free from
all these burdonsome relationships.

all finished now with the big heavy duty chores of
the christmas food hampers at the street mission where
i volunteer. we gave out big boxes of food today for 140
people. those families with children received a frozen
turkey, as well. and lots of new presents of toys and
games, etc. for the families, too.

now have two weeks off. it looks like i might be able to
go for a run in the park on christmas day. no heavy snow
in sight. right now we got pissing rain and freezing rain
on and off.

happy winter solstice, all you naked people!

we change. we grow older. we change.

i worked hard doing chores at the street mission.
i enjoy being used like a workhorse.

came home and did some housework. had a nap.

now i have happy fatigue at the end of the day.
is it a sign of aging that i can attain complete
happiness by simply sharing some catnip with my
cats, nursing a strong beer long time, and just
play solitaire on computer long time?

does it mean i am getting older or what?

well, i decided to go looking for an article that i had
clipped a long time ago on ankle and foot stretches.
i have been improvising some massage methods for my
right calf. i kneel on the floor and reach back to
work the origins of the soleus muscle and then do
the stretches. what the hell? it worked! ha!

i was a little bit cautious when i went out to run
yesterday on the mountain of love. after a few minutes
of slow jogging i was able to get full power in there
and really run hard! i stopped to walk just a few times.

the woods are now completely naked. you can see the
terrain all around in a way that is not possible when
the trees are all leafed out. it was drizzly and windy
and chilly when i was out to run, but no snow anywhere.

a few years ago i was able to run right into the second
week of december before the deep snow arrived. maybe i
can go running on saturday again.