The Bristol parade was good, even if there were some huge gaps between bands/floats. Eddie and I ended up watching from the opposite side of the street from where we usually sit because the Prudence Island crew was there and had spread half of themselves about 4′ into the street, successfully blocking everyone’s view on their right sides. We weren’t the only ones who moved, either. There was some discussion at home after about how we may want to just sit on the other side next year. I managed to get a lot of good shots of people this year, as the camera seemed to be on good behavior for a change.

We did more work in the new place. Doorknobs for cabinets and big doors have been painted, if not installed (the blue one is installed on the bedroom door, and man does it look funky). The bedroom closet doors need to be done, so we’ll work on that over the weekend once we move the bed and the assorted pile of goodness that’s been sitting on top since Mom and I went through all of it 2 months ago. Eddie will paint the doors while I get the kitchen finished, then we’ll have all 3 rooms done, and be pretty much good to start moving stuff over there in 2 weeks. I still need to finish the curtains.

There was a bit of discussion about what to do with the bathroom, and we’re leaving it as is until we determine if there is indeed a mold problem brewing behind the shower walls as my aunt seems to think there is. To be honest, there’s probably a buttload of mold in there, if the wood’s not completely rotted away anyway.

And to end this small post, I’ll give a bit of an overview of how last Thursday was at work. We had an old man have an accident while leaving the employee bathroom, and my boss spent literally 20 minutes on the phone with a grown woman sporting a 103F fever for “a day or two” who was arguing with her about whether she’d be better off going to her doctor’s office and getting a shot of antibiotic in the ass (like he MD told her to do), or if she could just stay at home and take a couple of Tylenol, and she just wasn’t understanding that she was FRYING HER BRAIN. If I had the power to do so, I would have reached through the phone and beat some sense into her with her Tylenol. Add a splash of our regular junkies and it was a typical way to start my 3-day weekend.

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