April 10, 2026 --commencing 0600

[anniemal]

The waning crescent moon is rising. Dawn spring birds (the determined ones remaining here) sing. They used to be almost deafening. This place has changed for the uglier since I moved into this 1949 tract house in 1998. Traffic has multiplied by five including really loud big trucks (I know they're an economic necessity) and motorcycles, and this weird phenomenon of small cars rigged up to make huge unpleasant noise. This is not what I bargained for. No wonder I have artificial noise on 24/7 now. Ugliness seems to pervade all. And Arlington still allows car stereos at any decibels and frequency. This county will crawl up your ass over how you live, steal your belongings and projects of 30 yrs., but not protect you from thinking you're having a heart attack because some future Deaf Driver of America wants to project his car stereo's bass ability a block in advance. I no longer want to live here, where I've sunk my roots. I picked this house because it was a familiar shape, and was constructed to maximise good southern exposure. If you watch the sun through the year, it doesn't come in south windows much in summer, but in the winter, though the angle is low, it does wonders for heat. Good southern exposure means good gardening, too. It had to happen. There is a streaming channel devoted entirely to "The Beverly Hillbillies". I can relate to some aspects of that program. I can cook road kill (check for freshness), be grateful for the bugger's stupidity, season (as available) or not, and be grateful. The moon is barely visible between for contrails. The sun will soon drown her reflected beauty in the original flame. Wait. How did the sun ignite? Okay, I know someone's answered it and I don't care. Maybe I'll type more, or not. It's nothing special anyone, even me. It is a vanity to think that my thoughts are worth recording anywhere. I'm a parasite on society because no one gives me a chance. Got an office? I can fix it to run both more pleasantly and efficiently. Content employees are productive. Happy employees are 3x so. And happy. HaHa. I will cost little. What I recommend will be expensive short-term but profitable long term. Something 19-early20th century Broome County, NY. rich people understood: Your employees are people. You are not any better than they are, just more fortunate. Working for other people of current min d enlarged my knowledge of evil, well, immensely. I always thought that a business was to nake everyone participating in it a good living and a good standing. Okay, part-time students got exceptions. One of those part-time exceptions graduated to a manager position at another pet store in her home town. I helped her move there. I fledged a nestling, although she was much more than that before she wandered in. Clouds have obscured the moon.