An Observation

Ever see something and wonder, "What's up with that?" Here's mine. 

Lately, there have been different cars every couple of days that just park outside our house. No one gets out of the cars, and the cars sit there for a while. 

Now.

This could be one of two things in my world. Uber/Lyft drivers waiting for a ride request, or, sex workers. 

I'm inclined? Maybe to think it is the latter. Simply because they're parked out there for quite some time. And with Uber, there's usually a dashboard light to let you see that's an Uber. And there is no Uber light. So it is a different paradise by the dashboard light (old people like me know what that means). 

Personally, I'm not super duper offended. Sex work is valid work, for some people it's the only thing they can do and there is a demand for it in this world. I don't think of people as shameful or dirty. They're making a living in what is probably the most shit economy ever. But I don't understand why park on this street when there's a plethora of side streets, a school, a park, and the metro station parking lot. 

Residential neighborhoods in front of people's houses are really not the best place to do your thing. I kind of understand how you wouldn't want to go get a hotel in this area because everything, even the shittiest hotels - is rather expensive. Gotta bring home the money, not give it to Mr. Holiday Inn. 

One time, quite a while ago, we were out in the woods doing a geocache with the kids. We parked in a good space and there was a long dirt road we had to walk down, and at the end there was a fire gate leading into the town forest. There was a pick up truck parked down by the gate, and when Doug and I walked past the windows there was a man getting serviced by a bobbing up-and-down head of reddish brown curly hair. He looked at us with RAGE in his eyes like how dare we be walking in the woods in the middle of broad daylight. 

We had a little eye contact, the kids didn't see anything (that I know of) and we walked around the fire gate. The truck started up and they left. I thought well you didn't have to go - you coulda finished. We're walking away now. dude. But that was the nature of our old town. Lots of forest and trails and the occasional hunter or blow job. Or both? 

The car just left, DC plates. So I'm kind of thinking it was someone from the city who came up to just outside the city but close enough to the city to go back easy. 

I am not even really sure what to think or even do about this? No one is hurting me. They aren't leaving garbage in the street or on the walkway. Is this a "no harm no foul, Christine is a libertarian at heart so just let it go?" sort of thing? 

Pondering the world and situation here. Hmmm. 

We had a good day, Dahlia slept until 8am and I was in the guest room but heard her at the door trying to escape the bedroom. Doug fed them, I took them out. It is easy to get 1,000 steps before 9am when you take the dogs out into the yard and walk around the house 5 or 6 times. 

Doug went to home depot, he wanted a new weed whacker because ours died last year, and he wanted to use the batteries and the 20 coils of whacking string he has, but HD does not carry this brand anymore (thanks, jerks). We needed a new trash barrel, and a toilet seat, so he got those with great success. 

I realized today that we have nothing for Easter Dinner. We didn't invite Doug's aunt and cousin over. We just have not planned anything. Doug said he'll go up to the market tomorrow and get some ham product. We'll wing it. 

It was nowhere near as hot today as the forecast said it would be. I kind of wanted to do a bonfire after dinner but it is hockey playoff time so heck. Hockey playoff isn't going to watch itself now, is it? Maybe tomorrow. I'm in the mood to burn some things. 

Here's a picture for ya. Yesterday when we stopped at the brewery I got the take away beers for the boys (and me) and they gave me this cute ass tote bag for Peak Bloom. Hell yeah, Brewery! Thanks! And the beer is a big favorite of mine, so it made me happy. It also made me think of Jess. I love a good tote bag, and their friend Molly looked at my travel stuff last time I was up there and she said "Jess, you didn't stand a chance. The tote bags, the flannel..." me and my bags and Doug and his contrasting/clashing flannel. We passed these traits along to that human. And no. for sure they didn't stand a chance. 

Digits below. 

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours.  2 walks. One inside for 30 min/1.52 miles; Pokemon walk with Dahlia, 6 min/.3 miles. fast. 10k+ by bedtime

blood glucose:

8am: 130
4:30pm: 100
11pm: 99 (shocked it is this low after 4 beers?)

food:
coffee/water
8am: phentermine
10am: met+glip
12:30pm: english muffin w/pb and low sugar jelly
5pm: met+glip
6:30: grilled chicken+macaroni salad (4 strips of chicken, doug marinaded in soy sauce, brown sugar, ginger, olive oil...) 
7:30pm: crackers and Büttercase and crackers; 3 beers
9pm: jardiance