Day 2 of looking for the homeless dude was unsuccessful. This is hopeless but I’m gonna keep trying for a few days. Why is this homeless guy on my mind? Why am I actively searching him out? Honestly, there was something different about his demeanor that just struck me and I want to have a conversation with him this has not worked well for me in the past. I tried to help this other homeless guy a few years ago and it turned out horribly. I got him a job interview at a doggie hospital and he showed up late for the interview and then he didn’t want to leave after the interview was over. But that was that guy and this is this guy. I hope I can help him.
So Coolio will be here tomorrow. I got 4 boxes of his books yesterday and we are ready to go! So, we are having Karaoke at the bar after the book signing tomorrow. How cool would it be if Coolio sang Karaoke??? That would be awesome. I’m sending positive vibes out there in hopes that will happen! He doesn’t really strike me as the karaoke type but you never know. And who gets to pick up Coolio from the airport? I think I may just send Honey 2 on that journey. What rapper wouldn’t like a tall, nice looking female to pick him up and carry his bag? Hmmmn, that might work.
So, mom called again last night to get me to do something simple. I hope this doesn’t sound like I’m complaining. Its just funny sometimes when she calls to do something that is really easy to me but a little difficult to her. I hired this guy to do some landscaping at her house about a month ago. And it has turned into this project. He has planted flowers, created an additional flowerbed. And his most recent task, working on the sprinkler system that hasn’t ever really worked right. Now it’s fixed. Or is it? She called me last night and said, “baby, the water is on and it won’t turn off. The man said he put a timer on it but the water just keeps on going.” She said it had been going for while. Ok, mom, I’m on the way…so I get over there and sure enough, the sprinklers are going. I walk over to the spicket. The same spicket that has operated the water for 50 years. I turn it counter clockwise. The water goes off. I looked at mom. She looked at me. She said, “OH!” love you mom!