Monday, July 17: Driving from Ardmore Walking in Philly

Today I woke up had breakfast And left the mainlinewith my rental car from Hertz Rent-A-Car. I had to go by Mike’s sign in 

and then return the rental car and come back to Mike’s. I 

was able to sign in only 25 minutes late. Traffic wasn’t horrifying, but it 

wasn’t great either. It was already humid at 8 o’clock in 

the morning. Once I got to Mike’s, we talked for a while and he told me a 

schedule for the week. Has an appointment tomorrow morning at 

the arbitration place. Nurse is coming in today and he has a appointment Friday
as well. Mike and I took a little walk 


around the block, and then the nurse showed up. The nurse had a lot of questions. I noticed she put  Paper towels, or some kind of covering on the seat. She sat in and on the table where she had her 
computer. She even put a towel on the floor to put her bag on. I could tell she was really germ a phobic
or that’s what it appears.  anyhow Mike gave

 me the go ahead once the nurse had answered enough questions for me 

to go down to the Wells Fargo bank and cash out a check. I’m going to talk 

on the phone at 1:40 PM. Well, I went to the branch at 16th and Walnut

 and holy shit the branch. I usually go on 123 S. Broad was robbed

 today that is screwed up. So like I got the money that Mike wanted. I 

decided since I was so close to the Rite Aid. I would get that out-of-the-way rather than have to take a ok

whole second trip in this smoldering heat. I did that and talked on the phone for 45 minutes. 

I then went to the Rite Aid in there was a line so I had to stand there 

for a while and of course the Amazon delivery I had delivered at Mike’s showed

 up after I left. They kept saying that was coming up next and then

 they changed and said there’s a couple deliveries and I waited around
 till about 1 o’clock. I was pretty damn hot when I got to Mike’s and I just relax for the next hour and talk with Mike. So a couple

 local news stories, such as a derailment in Flourtown and a sinkhole in Henderson Avenue in King of Prussia. Next thing you know it was 330. It was time

 to march my butt out of there and go to my class.. well I finished off my super coffee and my juice as I was walking towards 

the studio. It’s now 3:51 PM. I’m about to enter the studio. I usually like to get there around 3:50 PM. Give  me time to dress and all that stuff. Well, I took the hot class and it was hotter 

but there was more air so it’s kind of even his self out today. I was pretty goddamn hot. I’m playing the 
yoga bingo and I need a Pilates class so one more time I took the Pilates class. That class is very hard, but it really works on my really works on my core  that 
I’m a little weak on.   I then decided to further complete my bingo card. I’m gonna go to workshop on Saturday, July 29. Because
 some of the stuff in the pink I’m not gonna be able to like. Have fun you take a 

picture of me posing. I just don’t think my poses , look that great to put on Instagram and shit. There’s

 a couple I can do OK but that one’s just hard to work on anyway I guess I 

shouldn’t of criticize the nurse for putting napkins everywhere to protect herself. Mike’s 

place well anyway. Now I’m going to go to a meeting late, but they have a , hey a meeting afterwards, so I really need to go. 7:06 PM now. A

Thursday, March 24: Visiting Coronado island

Well I tried to get up at 8 AM but that didn’t work. I got up around 9:30 AM and made breakfast and end up talking to my sister. I was
 trying to think of where to go and she came up with the idea of going to Coronado Island. I hadn’t even thought of that one. I thought about going to Oceanside or Carlsbad but this idea is more unique.  

Unfortunately card a time where the local mini bus runs up power  Parmado 

 Avenue. It was 11 minutes late but fortunately that didn’t matter. I caught that bus 

and caught to 235 from Rancho Bernardo transfer station and took the expressed 
235 bus to downtown. There’s a bus from downtown to teaching right at Coronado island which is cool. I  I got downtown and was pleasantly surprised if the bus does go over the bridge

. I notice to vagabonds on the bus. Maybe it’s a spot for them but according to the bus driver he doesn’t feel welcome
there because he’s black. Basically gets pulled over all the time so he doesn’t like to visit the island. And I said driving while black he cracked up.  Now 12:57 PM we are going to go over the
bridge and I will get off when the bus stops.  Am I Mrs. homeless woman looks more like a crunchy about Coronado and where to stop and she just stop library 

because it’s open late. She gets dirty looks from people for obvious reasons just like the bus driver. I’m just gonna take the bus. Running and then I’ll probably 
have to walk or Uber to get anywhere. I’m now in orange seventh Street at 1:17 PM. And I went today on and walked around and went to the really fancy hotel on the beach. It’s beautiful I want to run there and 





I wanted & I  went today on and walked around and went to the really fancy hotel on the beach. It’s beautiful I want to run there 
and I decided to get a massage after seeing this place. I knew the check is it was right in the middle of this chichi downtown so 

I was all over that and felt really good he did a nice job. I did see military here because I think there’s a military base 

here.  It’s at 5:30 PM and I just got off the 90 one bus that goes to the island Colorado Island. Now I’m taking the 290 express 
up to the world famous Rancho Bernardo transit Center. That should be coming in about six minutes from now. Right now you can feel the sun setting because

 there’s more shade than there was before. The bus came on time the 290 bus that  is and it was after Rancho Bernardo. 

I doubt it Uber right away because I know they least take 10 to 15 minutes for some reason to get up there. Once I got off the bus I waited 

about five minutes. The guy to pick me up had a motivational speaker named Jack Canfield on 

the radio. He’s the guy with chicken soup for the soul been in the skies listening to some motivational bullshit. I looked him up and 

found out that he had an affair with a masseuse.   One of his kids, a son felt he was neglected & got addicted to drugs. He was in some kind 

of band and wrote a book called Daddy Dearest about his childhood. Screw those motivational speakers. Call Neff for that garbage. I came

 is home and we both work we’re looking at tick-tock p.m. traffic route to 35  just started we go to bed