When i threw the poops i picked i noticed the dumpster smelled really bad. As i said before, no one could live in that building next to it. There was some broken glass in front of it, some turned to a fine dust. I tried to pick the bigger pieces.
Bur first i went and threw some backing soda in it (it was nearly empty). Done it before so it was predictable. Did not aim right, something or some people made me nervous, it went in one side only. Then i went the second and the third time. The third time i aimed higher so the baking soda would fall and spread.
Three people, i think two men and two women passed by but they were far enough. Dressed in black, rather tall, some with hair painted green, looking like not living here.
It was an elaborate trap. They won't do anything "unprovoked".
In turn where we've been tonight in the parking lot or on the road someone sprinkled us with used litter dust. But pain started one hour after we left. Trouble is my eyes hurt all the way back here and was more like guessing the road.
I was thinking earlier. Would take one whole month to write here all that happened during one day today so i just gave up. Should at least have mentioned the episode with backing soda.
In the car i was listening the top 100s from the 70s and got to this song. If i did not see the name of the artist, would have sworn it was Tina Turner (it was the only version i remember). Is there anything these guys did not "steal in"?
Angela threw her clothes in the garbage (old jeans anyways). I put mine that stink in the washer. Trying to remember when i felt that smell, i think it was @Sheridan. When i got back in Newberg there was a cop hunting speeders hidden in the dark on a side of a road. I briefly saw him throw his window and i think it was the same who pulled me that day when they stole my sticker. Ordered a new filter for the car's cabin.
9:10 Lucky me. I was too tired last night when i remembered i didn't do my insulin shot. This morning i checked by BG and it is 178. Difference? I pulled the moldy carpet on top of the wall to wall carpet from living and exposed it to 100 degrees temperature outside and UV, used an UV lamp inside for one hour after we left, exposed other moldy objects like suitcases to sun and heat etc.. Used a nose decongestant twice in 24 hours.
Trouble is the wooden floor gets wet underneath from steam leaks from driers' pipe that go through basement.
I am hesitating to go outside because i know they are ready with the shows. Was just thinking of it, got to grab something from the car, started to hear a dog barking viciously in the back. BTW, i heard all morning like in the last few days the feral cats that are fed by some neighbors meowing like crazy because maybe they are in heat.
9:47 I wanted to write about this yesterday but i was still in lazy mode after that long drive. Besides, i had many other things to do and write these days.
I think i said it many times. Every Wednesday they come with 200 mph (320 kmh) blowers and blow the parking lot.
This Wednesday we came late at night from Reno, after a 554 miles drive. We noticed the next day a fine dust covering everything including the newly painted stair rails, walls, decs, windows screens, probably roofs too.
About 1-2 weeks ago after the finished doing siding (the first time) i saw two of the guys
Some turn into a fine dust, especially by walking on them but the finest of it was set at the bottom. By doing so, they brought at the surface the finest dust. When they come with the 200 MPH over 100 dB offensive blowers they abuse it and blow the fine red dust too.
Redwood dust is very irritant and it gets inside. It is painful if applied on the skin. We both been very irritated in the last days. All these on top of what happened yesterday on the road and two month construction work on site and 6 months beyond within line of sight (city of Tualatin) with opening of the walls and exposing us to the mineral insulation dust.
This is how the siding looks after painting in an area they did not blow. (yes i took several attempts to take these pictures as people were moving closely around my entrance every time i tried). With the phone cause i can't find the camera.
This is how the dry, fine red dust looks like after being racked.
And this is how the siding looks where they did blow only once on the newly painted wall, in the same area from the picture above.
I knew about this for years now and for this purpose i bought a hose and was hosing the building every time after they blew it. But now they replaced some areas of the siding maybe implying it was my fault and i am reluctant to use the hose anymore.
This morning when i woke up they started a very noisy vehicle. The vibration from the exhaust releases the fine dust from the walls and screens, decks, stairs, into the air and some gets inside by under the door, through screens with open windows etc..
Yesterday we did a few loads of laundry. Heat from the drier together with sun (and heat from outside, it was over 100 yesterday) heated up the apartment and though we kept the windows open all night, temperature inside is 81 while outside is 74 at 10 AM so we still have the windows open.
I believe it is all intentional and retaliation for what i write as i am in pain right now because of the dust.
10:10 Every time i open the door to even look outside something is happening like people with dogs next to my door, people bending, people bringing taking kids from the daycare. If i look randomly outside through the window i don't see much activity. It is only when i go outside and they (their real AI) learned how to predict it.
10:20 Before they painted last week, the wall (siding) in front was painted blue.
10:20 The reason is so irritating. Redwood dust contains a large amount of tannins which are very resistant to rot and decomposing and also gives it the color red. I think the use or redwood chips around the buildings here is symbolic (red and blue).
After heavy rains (or once by testing the hydrant) the redwood chips flow in the alley and it is turned by the wheels of vehicles in a very fine dust. At least once i had to go and sweep it.
But in one year they put gravel (after the snow almost melted) and let it through the summer and it again turned into a very fine dust that was blown by the blowers. So i had no choice and went and swept it one day.
Yes it passes by the AC too. Any time one breathes in dust, it gets eliminated from the lungs through mucus in the esophagus, stomach and intestine, causing all kinda problems. One of the results is the numerous episodes of dysphagia i had, which is life threatening.
Yes i am in very much pain right now and have to go find an oil filter somewhere to change oil cause i believe the dust on the street yesterday also got into the engine. Got two, one from Amazon that says OEM on it and used this brand for years is counterfeit and the one i bought at AutoZone has a defect.
I think through weekly repetition and obvious intention, symbolism, persistence, reason (retaliation) this whole process described above qualifies as torture in any civilized country on Earth.
10:55 I remember my fist episode of dysphagia. It happened on a beach in front of several thousands people brough by a cruise ship in Astoria, i think in 2012. We walked on the boardwalk searching for a place to sit and eat. We passed a very angry Japanese young woman with backpack. We sat not far from a few cars with big exhaust, idling, possibly vibrating the sand. I ate and in the end chocked with a piece of apple. It lasted for about an hour or so.
The second one i remember was not long after i moved here (2015). The first old man upstairs looked like Pacepa, the guy who wrote that horrible book full of lies, Red Horizons, obviously written by that SOB "casino lawyer" Rychlak, officially co-author on his second book. (It takes many years of fine honing and immersing in a culture to be able to write like that).
Angela made fish and polenta with garlic sauce like right now and the man was walking on the floor upstairs, like all neighbors after him did, and the fish was dry and i chocked.
I went in the car thinking to go to the hospital, and he came and stood in front of the car, like a statue of a grand inquisitor, simulating trying to offer help which he probably would if i asked by since i did not he remained in the first frame. I went to the hospital parking lot and vomited some of it and then i tried to go and check in.
One big woman came and swallowed her saliva in front of me looking straight into my eyes and my body imitated hers through empathy or something (a form of shamanism or witchcraft or highly refined physio psychology or how should i call it) and i finally swallowed that fish clogging my esophagus and i went home.
