Spy Wednesday and the Fox: "Don't Be Cocky Lockey!"

Woke up 

from a long nap this morning or was it already afternoon,

  finding a fox basking in the sun

on 

center three concrete pavers 

of

 a design I did out of boredom years ago.

  These octagon shaped pavers had been stacked up against side of house already for a couple of years after my crystal meths addiction decided to regrade the front yard. These octagon pavers were there in the front yard when I bought my house in 1995; they formed sort of a trail from the front door to the mailbox.  

During the two or three years these pavers were stacked up against the side of the house waiting on me to decide what to do with them as the Christmas seasons came and went, my crystal meths addiction, my "Tina" addiction as we like referring to her within the gay community as if some twisted evil twin sister, we (Tina and me) decided to regrade the back yard.  

Why? 

Because of a fifteen feet diameter inflatable pool she decided to buy on on impulse from K-Mart.  

Well, 

if you've never owned one of these pools, my advice to you is....

DON'T!  

RUN THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION AND DON'T STOP RUNNING!  

Unless you have the ground perfectly level, the god damn thing won't hold it's water.  

And when I say the ground has to be perfectly level, 

I mean 

PERFECTLY LEVEL OR THE GOD DAMN THING WON'T HOLD IT'S WATER!

You may think you've finally got the problem fixed, and when you ain't looking, you come back to find out you don't!

Tina and I had to learn this the hard way; over and over and over again.  

"JIM ED RIGGED"

Eventually,

 did get it holding water long enough getting a few candid moments out of it.  But if you look carefully at this picture of me "getting a little tail",you will see some rope dividing this pool into four quadrants.  What does did mean?  Don't know.  Hoping someone could tell me?  And I mean, other than the rope having anything to with getting the god damn thing to hold it's water.

Anyway, back to these octagon shaped concrete pavers.  Having wasted to many god damn hours on that pool; given up, bored, bored Tina decided one winter returning her attention back to those pavers and she tried seeing if we had enough pavers making a snowflake.

Barely.

And that Christmas, I lit her up.

Anyway, where I found this fox laying on center three octagon pavers today would have been just about the center of this quadrant, would have been.  Also I've since changed the design of the pavers. 

 Instead of a giant snowflake, 

the design looks more like

 a 

singularity 

at 

the center of 

a...

"star-burst."

? 

.

 Anyway, 

this is where I found this fox laying right there on the center three octagon pavers enjoying the sun. 

 Man was I pissed off this fox was on the move again by the time I got back to the window with my
Flip Video Recorder.

  

 

basking

verb

gerund or present participle: 

basking

1.

lie exposed to warmth and light, typically from the sun, for relaxation and pleasure.

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TWO LADIES!

Judging by the book's cover;   

     bet she DOES like it ROUGH! 

                Wow! 

MUST of been a BIG beaver!

~(LIPSTICK?)~

 or

~(ROLE PLAYING?)~

MAN UP!

“[W]ith his OPTIMISM and COMMON  SENSE, President Reagan held up a mirror to the American soul to remind us of our EXCEPTIONALISM.”

~Sarah Palin~ 

Is THAT a SIX, NINE,

maybe even an...

"a,"

as in

~(YMCA?)~

Looks like a MAD MOOSE.

Get her, REAGAN!

Ron Reagan: Sarah Palin is 'a soap opera' - Jennifer Epstein - POLITICO.com: "Last week, Palin wrote in USA Today that Reagan was “America’s lifeguard.” He “lifted our country up at a time when we were in the depths of economic, cultural and spiritual malaise,” she said. “[W]ith his optimism and common sense, President Reagan held up a mirror to the American soul to remind us of our exceptionalism.”"

~(EXCEPTIONALISM)~