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It's been awhile but I'm feeling especially alive since yesterday. The Pall Bearer Committee and ol' Snapjaws have been cheated of their duty and prey a second time. The Lawnmower Mower of Doom was forced to make my front yard presentable to the lawn patrol protectors of higher standards in the neighborhood.

Perceptive readers will notice a small omission. Ah but I always expose the warts (and the random scar now and then) but the sins remain covered and forgiven in the Lord.

The backyard was put off again. We're about a week or so away from getting back on my medicines and this time to stay. The heart was in triple time Tuesday simply getting groceries out of the car and did not want to push it. Unless AAA gets bought out and they fire the call center. We appear to be safe but there are still the uneasy rumors floating around. Then the windfall of my uncle's inheritance will have been of some help but I'll be as bad off still as ever.

Yes the check finally arrived on Saturday the 28th of May. A nice tidy sum most of which has pay bills written all over it. I even had time to deposit it.

But--my credit union plays it safe.

They froze it. They were generous enough to allow $100 to me on the first which I simply added to July's monthly bills payment while I sighed and began meditating on the patience of Job.

No Fourth of July celebrations for me or weekend binging on my stash at the Bookery. Just as well I was on a nine day stretch at AAA (one overtime day subbing for vacationing Tonya who went to King's Island) and was nailed for the holiday. There weren't enough volunteers and my submiting to working what was a scheduled day anyway put an end to rigging a drawing which would have forced first shift John to work. The rigging was shared with me after the fact as I was rebuked for throwing the monkey wrench into the works. While amused at what could have been John's fate I would have resented unwittingly being a part of a fix just because John gets out of all holidays and never volunteers to do overtime.

So on the 8th the credit union frees up a bit which quickly gets eaten up by paying off my three latest car repair bills and rescuing my file from the Bookery and uping my Avengers to 211 isues with 292 to go. Rewarded myself with a Shadow pulp from 1940--The Voice of Doom which claim to fame has a cover depicting a sideview of the Shadow's head and hat with a skull motif instead of the classic face. Not t-h-e most famous of covers but very near the top of representing a classic cover of the series.

Problem was I was very wound up. The work for the past week was seven very busy and bad days at AAA. Bob was out sick all week but came back. We were worrying about his quitting. Tonya was on vacation so Clairebear and I spent our week trying to hang unto our sanity and me my temper. Everytime I think I have it under control it will go off at a no-notice instant.

I sent some money to the one active credit card that wasn't cut up and by next Wednesday should have an almost negative balance and I hope to take my four days off to go see my mother--probably for the last time.

We'll cover that trip after I get back. I'm not even there yet and it's already getting interesting on three fronts.

If this entry clears the title above refers to my ladies at AAA who are to carry my coffin when the Lawnmower of doom finally causes the heart attack that Sanford of TV fame used to go on and on about. It's also a takeoff of numerous Spider pulp stories with lurid titles like Slaves of the Burning Blade and Emperor of the Yellow Death. The Shadow had much tamer titles.