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Monday July 15, 2024

10:25pm  Tita:  Victor and I had an awesome, awesome day.  I did only get like three hours of sleep.  I set the alarm to get up a little bit before five and I made Victor a small peanut butter sandwich with no jelly and enough things for him to snack on because we never know how long he'll work.  He ended up working six and a half hours.  He drove around with Johnny today.  We have concerns whether Victor should drive around with him.  He speeds and doesn't even have a license.  We'll see. it's touch and go, because we do value the money, it's an easy job for Victor and he enjoys it, but he's riding around in a car and the streets here are unsafe.  We need the money.  We both have expensive dentistry work that needs to get done.  We are revving up to get out.  This is definitely the last year here.  Fuck Modesto.  We won't be coming back.

I love my family, good or bad.  With their quirks and all.  My brothers and my nephews.  I might be coming back to visit alone.  Some family members are out of my sphere, some are in.  Caito is definitely in.  Alan's in.  Joey's in.  Diego's in.  I love them all.  They are good people.  

Getting back to today.  Caito came over.  Let me recap.  I slept only a few hours.  I took some RSO with Victor.  Victor slept all day yesterday. He recouped.  He had a bad headache.   

This morning, after Victor left for work, I had woken up right before he left and made his food.  I just did some social stuff.  I talked to Joyce for forty five minutes.  I packed Victor a delicious sandwich and some hard boiled eggs.  Just compact things that he could take with him.  I hadn't heard from him so in the middle of the day he calls me, after I was wondering when he was coming home, he calls me and tells me he is on the way to #####, the bar his boss hangs out at pays his workers at.  Thinking he'd be home soon I start making lunch.  Then he calls me and asks if I could go pick him up over on the park on Wylie.  

        Then Victor got the idea, "Hey, bring lunch and we will have a picnic at the park."  He called me when I was about to pull out of the driveway.  He asked me, "Are you coming?  Maybe I should just walk to you."  I told him no, to stay put.  We were the only people at the park.  We had it all to ourselves.  It's been like this for like the past two or three times at different parks.  It's been so hot and humid with no wind.  Today was not an exception.  There was nobody there at that park.  So I got to the park and sat at the table.  I served Victor what I had made him, Prerogis and warm veggies with butter and salt and a salad.  We chit-chatted and he told me about Johnny. 

And then there's all that bullshit that the MSM is pumping out about Donald Trump and his assassination attempt, where a 20 year old man tried to kill him and he got killed by The Secret Service, or whoever.  It seems planned.  We don't care really.  We don't want to get into it.  

        We talked and then we got home.  The pup kids were here and they were happy we were back.  Then I took a nap for two hours. 

I set my alarm to be ready for my brother who's supposed to come talk to me today.  He came by and we had a good chat.  I showed him a darling story his son had made in school when he was nine years old.  It was really cool and we just talked about how we are going to proceed with the business of selling the house.  We are talking and it's definitely going to happen soon.  

Today Victor was on the computer while I was napping.  Afterwards, it was time to get some dinner going, so we went to Grocery Outlet.  Lo and behold, there was only one cashier in the whole store and it was pretty busy.  We lined up with a coupon that was only twenty dollar off of a hundred or more dollar purchase.  There were like four people behind us getting irritated because it was taking a while.  We had to keep adding more bottles of Crystal Geyser to make it a hundred bucks.  It took forever and the cashier was really rude.  

The guy behind us told Victor, "I like your shirt, dude."  I was sure to tell him, "He sells them," and the guy goes, "Oh, I'll take a couple."  Long story short, he followed us in his motorcycle to the house not that far away and we sold two shirts to him for $25 each!  His name is Ruben and Victor smoked with him a little bit and told him some stories while I put away the groceries.  Victor is back at the computer doing his thing.  Sharing his cool links in #gulag.  Good thing are happening, everything is moving along.  

All in all a great day.  My birthday is coming up on Wednesday!