#cinderblocks

I am in school. It is a university. I am in a classroom and it is very dark, like for a movie or video presentation. There is an instructor near me in the dark. I start to talk and then start to brag. I know a lot about "building parallax" and I want them to know.

I am outside in the parking lot near a beach. It is sunny and hot. People are out laughing and having fun. I am working under the hood of a car. It's modern and there are pieces of plastic all over, some removed to access different areas. I am trying to adjust the car's idle. I finally find a screw I can turn.

The beach is getting busier and busier. The day drags into the afternoon, evening, and night. All at once. Finally, the lights go out and everyone starts to leave in a single sullen crowd.

They exit the beach through a door that leads into a hallway. Inside it is more like a convention center hallway, or hotel meeting room areas. There are tables in the middle of the hallways with lots of food on them. On closer inspection, it is all just confections and no actual food.

The instructor is standing near the tables so I go over to talk to them again. I want to flaunt my knowledge. I want to brag to them. I start explaining the thing about parallax from earlier. I realize this is my mother I am talking to.

I leave the university but there is a wall in the way. I feel around on the wall but it is just cinderblocks and paper with no openings. A maintenance worker comes over and breaks a hole in part of the wall. I squeeze through the gap with some difficulty.

I walk out of the parking lot, which seems to be the back of the university. The parking areas are small in that section. My Jeep is parked on the side of a street outside the parking lot. Before I get to it I see something on the sidewalk. It is a handgun just lying on the sidewalk. It belongs to me. It's been there for a very long time, dropped and forgotten. I throw a jacket onto it then pick it up in the bundle and get in my Jeep.

There are a pile of cars in the street and I can't get out of the spot I am parked at. Someone yells at me from nearby, leaning out of a pickup truck. The guy is screaming that I hit and damaged their truck. I haven't even started the Jeep. I laugh at them and flip them off. 

Mom decided to go buy a pallet of 90 cinderblocks. I mean, we did need more but that was a LOT for our poor pickup. She had trouble driving it the 25miles because it was so over loaded. It’s a good thing she dodn’t have to put on the breaks because the load was just all bound up with plastic thinner than kitchen wrap! Since it was killing the truck we had to go ahead and unload it, shoulder or no shoulder. 

So while Mom was sipping coffee I snuck out to unload those cinderblocks! Well, it isn’t safe for Mom to go climbing in and out of the pickup. Her balance issues are scary, and when she is down she’ll like a turned over turtle struggling to right herself. Plus she always thinks she has any easier way without really considering things enough. 

Besides, she would have been constantly nagging me to be careful. It had to be done and that wasn’t compatable with careful!

I had moved and restacked 2/3 of them before Mom showed up. And the cool thing is why she went to the truck....She was trying to sneak out to move them without me knowing! LOL 

Great minds thinking alike or just a couple of idiots trying to do everything themselves?

Bit of advice to anyone in the marked for cinderblocks: 

Do NOT buy them from Lowes!!!

These things are crap! I have NEVER seen cinderblocks so poorly made!!  These are all crumbly and cracked, with one coming shattered. In fact we felt we had to be careful of them!!  I wish we knew where Pop used to buy them, because these just don’t compare at all!

Now to see how my shoulder reacts to all that strain.......