A young lady ran into an utility pole about the time I was helping my brother work on his apartment. The electricity was knocked out for a few hours.

Barry and I took a trip to Davy Crockett Park to commune with nature. The only nature we saw were the Canadian geese on the pond there. That spurred Barry to talk about the signs everyone looks for when winter is approaching. One of them is the geese flying further south. We haven't seen any geese flying overhead.

The drive through the park capped off an unusual day. A headless mouse had been placed outside Barry's apartment. In his mind he was being warned about something he had done wrong. He thought it was a mafia hit. I didn't want to laugh at him but the thought of my autistic brother being a mafia hit was too ridiculous for words. It only goes to show that he's a little too paranoid. I've been there myself so I have no room to laugh let alone smile about his feelings. My thought is that some cat had left him a love offering.

We took the old couch and a tire to the county dump. It only cost us 57 cents to leave it there. I was amazed.

All in all I think I've had a pretty productive week. So why am I sitting here on a Friday night eating cheese puffs and typing on my computer? Why aren't I celebrating my freedom and liberation? No money. No dough, no go. I keep hoping some wonderful person will come along and invite me out for a coke or something but it never happens. Not sure why. Hey, I'm very easy to please. I'm not high maintenance at all. I require very little to make me happy. Maybe that is what the problem really is. Maybe I should be a little more high maintenance. Maybe that's what guys want. Who knows? I figure that if others can't accept me as I am then I'm probably better off. Right?