1:37 PM Got to finish organizing the apartment for tomorrow's annual inspection so i would be brief. No philosphical thoughts i noted in memory during my walk. Ok, maybe a phrase.

Ninja can never get caught. All the events they get into with our (unconscious) participation are designed by them. There is always someone else to point at (the designated driver). They often use third parties for this, the only time they get involved are through apparitions being part of other causal chain of events (like the guy with the mower that symbolical cut my way when i was passing by the apartments next to park). What to say to him? Why is he there?

More to be said, if i remember, above that paragraph.

The only important thing i have to write down until this hour today.

I went again for the second day this week, for my 3 miles walk. Haven't been since last summer (with a few exceptions). Everything got better day after day after i got rid of the cat poops under the door, i am almost in my old shape. However two walks one after another, not being completely recovered, got me tired.

So when i got in the park, after about 2 miles, i was looking for a bench to crash onto. At the river there was a loud power washer on the other side. At the next at the other river view with the rail there was a guy sitting on one of the two benches, twisted towards the trail, watching me.

At the rail, a woman with a body i can remember during my sleep. She had her hair caught in some sort of crab like thing (not enough to build braided tails i guess), it was just a stub, facing the spring swollen river.

At that bridge i wanted to take another picture with the fallen tree but they were too many people too close around. At the bench with the view over the pond a guy with a gray beard with a women at least 20 years younger was pointing his camera at imaginary birds on top of the long firs. So i passed that one too and crashed on the one nearest to the bridge towards the parking lot (with its vast, reasonably clean restroom). (Also got a back pain from digging under the deck, but once i'm standing i'm ok i guess).

After about 5 minutes, there she was. The one standing at the riverview. Face without makeup or a smile, kinda average, with lips kinda swollen a little bit. Walking a bit stiff (her real age is 46, 2 kids, lack of workout), dressed in tight pants (similar to those in the video during interview) and shirt, well contouring her undeniable assets, when she passed she looked the other way so i won't recognize her face right away. Stood their another 10 minutes until i realized.

At the street near the kindergarten, there was this car with LPN QED with a short chubby blond woman short hair with blushed face with an almost sardonic, accomplice, approving smile.

Got back home, checked the lawn on the other side of the building (facing the mailboxes) and found 5-7 piles, the reason i was feeling chocked and needed "some air" this morning.

Now i'm gonna start organizing and get drunk in the same time.

BTW the woman who did the interview dressed in black and white stripes was a constant presence here, out of E4 apartment, oftenly described by me here like a woman with an enormous butt dressed in black spandex circling the building with her dog.

 

5:30 Since Angela came at 3:30 a number of weird things happened. But first i have to tell that after i got rid of other smell, i smell now coolant (ethylene glycol). I believe it's Xenu's curse.

The smell comes from the car.

Angela when she came she grabbed the pliers i just ordered from the locker for me. However when she arrived the new boyfriend from upstairs came with his cage rigged pickup. I went outside and i grabbed the hose clamp with the pliers and went under the car trying to push the hose up, but it's stuck on that pipe.

I realized that in time the clamp created a groove on the hose and now it was out of position. Not being exactly on the groove does not insure the same pressure anymore. I could loosen the clamp with the pliers and moved it higher or in the old groove position. When i loosned it a few drops of coolant fell on the panel below. I noticed the other clamps on similar hoses are about 5 mm from the end of the hose.

In that moment a huge ambulance noise started at the street, some half miles away. Children here were yelling. I went inside to get some water to rinse the whole thing. The woman from upstairs came home early (she usually comes at 9) and started to climb the stairs with much difficulty, like mocking my back pain.

Went outside, thought i brought the clamp back in the groove, poured a gallon of water. Went for a test drive. The car only did the thing when i was going 70 on a flat area and tried to accelerate to shift back in the 5th, which never happened. Shifted manually and it took like 3 seconds to engage.

Came home, and about 10 minutes later i was curious to see what happened. The clamp was still out of the groove position. There was a drop of liquid at the joint. A freak wind followed by a spring rain started. I went for a smoke. Some very small people (from Yukatan peninsula maybe) came and stopped nearby, dragged by their dogs.

The clamp is now in an unreachable position with my long 16 inch pliers. I came inside, trying to figure a hook to raise the clamp again.

I figured that when coolant was leaking from that joint, especially after a trip, with engine off, air was going back in and was impairing a bit cooling of the engine that was just a bit out of parameters, lacking power at high speed, low RPM, and that is confusing the tranny.

Now i got chills because of that freak rain (God's will). 5:50 Upstairs they started. 

6:05 Ok i went and grabbed that clamp and moved it a few mm higher. It looks like is too weak, in that position moves around too easily. There is a similar one at the other end of the hose and that one looks ok.

A guy was on the stairs talking to a local resident. A shorter version of the veteran showed with his wife. Another guy at a car right in front of me. Ambulance sirens making huge noises. Outside it smells again like dog s...t.

9:30 I was drinking beer and brandy until i crashed. Awakened about an hour ago. Angela started to finish the cleanup, kept yelling at me. Went to take the recyclables. Outside there is the crazy smoke. The kind that makes us both yell.

I had some thoughts about Alexa Crush. I once met a girl with that kinda lips. I had a room in Iași (Romania), it was her and her mother. Dark skin, nice body.  Shy or instructed by her mother, she would not talk to me. Never been alone with her, her mother was very protective.

Can't remember the color of her eyes, could have been green. It was the year September 76/June 77 (or the year before, i remember perfectly where i've been 77/78), Janka was born in Hungary in June 78, or one year later.

10:18 During those days there was another Hungarian director in charge in Iași.