- Boy oh boy, did I ever accomplish some stuff today. Dad and I started working around 11 AM and eventually got my light pole moved and security light set up. It involved pulling 100s of pounds of metal and concrete out of the ground (light pole with concrete base), moving it across the backyard, digging a 2 foot wide by 2 foot deep hole, picking 100s of pounds of metal and concrete up and placing it in said hole,digging trench for wire though many thick roots (I have many live oaks in my backyard), maneuvering the wire under my 16 foot deck while moving it about 1-3 inches at time then pulling back as it bunched up, rewiring my receptacle outside, rewiring my receptacle inside my utility room, discover my bulb is broken, try to buy a new one a Wal*Mart only to learn the Gulfport store didn't have one, buy one at Lowe's, and replace the broken bulb. We were done at about 8 PM. Dad said my backyard looks like a football field at night from the street. That's cool. There's actually light in my room now vs. being pitch black!
I also managed to install my new door handle on my utility room. I can now lock it! Also, even if it isn't locked, it is set in place so a gust of wind doesn't blow it open! Been waiting a long time for that. After that I made headway on chopping up my old swing with the sawzall. Soon that eyesore will be gone!
- While shopping for a new bulb, I treated Dad to some Chinese at Choung's Garden. While we were eating, Dad started a unique conversation out of nowhere (I think I know where I get it from now):
Dad: "Know that guy who installed the roof on the shop? He'll probably be dead before the new year."
With his sensational grasp of sensitivity and tact, Dad explained the guy has cancer and is only a few years older than Dad. Being quite tired, it hit me especially hard. I don't know the guy, but I felt a wave of what can only be called "weak empathy" because I have no idea how he feels. I just know how I would feel, and it crushed me. There are times where I'm so scared of dying, and today is one of those times. The only thing I wanted to do was not return home where I would be completely alone with no one to comfort me. Being single is really not fun right now. I'd really like to have a special girl here to listen to me and ease my anxiety. I'm strong enough to eventually do it on my own, but it is a huge burden. Can't wait for one of those times where I take a deep breath and smile because I am single. I know that time won't come tonight, so I'll brave my fears in my cold bed (btw, why'd God turn off the heat tonight?). I don't think I'll have an anxiety attack thanks to my work-out (detailed in the next point).
- The day ended with hitting the gym with Pat. I told him I thought we'd be able to in the afternoon, but I was wrong. We didn't hit the gym until about 9:15 PM. Had a good chest work-out despite some stomach cramping. Benched 225 in 2 sets of 1, which beats last time. I'm getting stronger, which picks me up. Couldn't tell if this hot chick in pink was looking at Pat or me? Even if she was looking at Pat, she had to be wow'd by my rockin' farmer's tan (sleeveless shirts really aren't my friends).
- Random note: "Stockholm Syndrome" is a hidden gem on Blink-182's self-title album. Why didn't I love this song sooner?
Current Music: blink-182 - Stockholm Syndrome