Fry Guy

The sky looked ominous and heavy as I walked the dog tonight. I am trying to teach her to walk "slow", because, sometimes I don't always want to power walk. I was to meet with my walking buddy down the road, and guess who should I see cruising around our place? Yep, Drive By Fry Guy is back in action. After a neighbour yelled at him a while ago, it seemed the sightings had disappeared, but again, I think it was just that he has changed cars. Tonight he was driving a burgundy type car, and he slowly cruised by me and glared. He actually slowed down. When I mentioned it to walking buddy, who has seen him parked across from my house on one occasion, she thought it was odd as well. This man does not rent from us anymore, he does not own a house on the street anymore, he does not even live in town anymore. I got home, and had saved the chicken balls from China Palace ~~~yes the ones that make your cheeks happy~~there was a knock at my door. My other neighbour had seen him as well, and felt like he needed to report in. He told me that he yelled to him to stay away. I asked, did he hear you, and he said yes. So this must have been a few seconds before I made contact with him. If it starts to be habitual again, I think I will ask a few police friends what they think. I do have an active imagination, but I do temper it with logic. I don't live in a dream world, and I don't have a persecution syndrome. All I know is that this moron cannot seem to get it out of his head that he is not welcome around here, especially after all the damage and threats I had put up with when I rented to him, and when he owned the place, all the verbal abuse from his wife and kids. They were the blight of the neighbourhood. Instead of putting out their garbage like normal people they had a dumpster at the end of the driveway, it stunk to high heaven, and was hardly every emptied. He had cut plumbing, so all the kitchen sink muck had collected in an old cistern and then was pumped out of the house to the storm sewers. Oh the list goes on. The other weird thing that happened this week, I can't remember if it was Wednesday or Thursday, someone opened my screen door. I was standing by the computer, and heard a rustling at the door. I waited for a knock and there was none. So after I heard the person walk off the porch, I noticed a blue van pull away and then park quickly at our empty rental next door. Then they took off. I opened my door, expecting there to be a flyer or a note, but there was none. Then I checked the door handles for anything gross. Nothing. Just weirdness, I suppose. The humidity is killer tonight, the walk was excruciating, my walking buddy MADE me run, so her hair wouldn't get wet when the rain drops (the size of grapes) fell. When I got back, I was so hot, I could have baked shortbread on the top of my head and boiled an egg in my cleavage. It was that hot. It was almost "Pedro" head hot from Napoleon Dynamite. I had painted some quarter round today, I think I just have one or two more coats to do! Adam and I celebrated our belated anniversary with lunch at the China Palace. We had a moment of eye glazing, and then held hands back home. I also bought some red pepper jelly in Clinton. I hope that it is the same as my Nana makes. I am too lazy to make my own, but I crave it with ham and scalloped potatoes. Then we stopped into Bartcliff's and he bought four eclairs. One was for me, the others were for his work buddies. I guess they are having "bring desert Friday's." All these welders with their pastries. I can just picture them with whipped cream and chocolate all over their faces as they start braising and welding on the line. The eclair was so big, and being lactose intolerant, I could only eat half of it. It was the size of a small cantaloupe. So much for my attempts to trim the tummy.