Because of drinking coffee before bed for
the first time in a month, I barely slept at all on Thursday from midnight
until I got up at 5:00. My brain was firing a lot slower during rehearsal but I
didn’t feel too sleepy before I having another coffee at breakfast timer.
I had to do
laundry again. Every two weeks seems too soon to me. If I had 300 pairs of
underwear I might only have to do it five times a year. The older Korean
gentleman that manages the Laundromat was eating lunch with chopsticks out of a
Styrofoam take out container. I was coveting his spicy noodles as I asked him
to change a ten. While my stuff was in the wash I rode down to the Queenglad
pawnshop to ask if they’d gotten the remote for my Yamaha receiver yet. Lou
said he’d tried to call me but my phone wasn’t working because I didn’t answer
it. I think he’d called on Tuesday when I was posing for an art class and had
my ringer turned off. He went to the back and brought out a thin white box that
was the same width as the one my Arm and Hammer toothpaste comes in and about a
centimetre longer and handed it to me with a smile. I went to Freshco where I
bought some fruit and soymilk, then I went back to the Laundromat to put my
clothes in the dryer and then I went home.
I
was worried that the remote control wouldn’t work or that it would take
batteries that I didn’t have, but it takes AAs, which I can recharge. It also
works, so now I can watch a video while eating and change the volume without
putting my plate down and getting up. Also, since it’s a remote control that
means that I can open or close the drawbridge over the mote that surrounds my
building without going downstairs and turning the crank.
Once
my laundry was back home, I made lunch and then took a siesta.
I
was sneezing and sniffling a lot all day. I don’t know if it’s a cold coming on
or something in the air. Maybe it’s the cockroach gel that was put down around
the kitchen and bathroom on Monday.
I
got caught up on my journal.
When
I posted my blog I noticed in the comments section for my Monday blog about the
exterminator coming that a police detective wants to get in touch with me
relating to an ongoing investigation. I assume it doesn’t relate to that
particular blog and I suspect it relates to my blog from a month and a half ago
about my ex-landlady after I heard that her son was arrested recently on a
murder charge. If that’s the case there’s not any point in talking to me, since
I wrote everything I know in that blog. A blog comment section is an odd way
for the police to try to reach me.
I
made falafel with tahini and hummus, but the bag of falafels was frozen when I
put it in the frying pan. It was awkward trying to separate them while they
were frying. I had them with tahini and hummus while watching a somewhat
interesting Alfred Hitchcock Hour. A woman named Mrs. Logan has just moved to a
small town where nothing ever happens. She calls up the local sheriff because
she has observed something suspicious about her next-door neighbour, Mr Jarvis.
She hasn’t seen his wife for three days, he just sits in the backyard drinking
all day and at night she sees him digging a big hole in his garden. Mrs Logan
thinks that Jarvis might have killed his wife. The sheriff dismisses her theory
but he looks into it and finds that no one has seen Mrs Jarvis for three days
and that Mr Jarvis tells some people she’s sick and others that she’s gone on a
holiday. One evening Mrs Logan takes the sheriff to her bedroom window to look
down at Mr Jarvis as he digs his grave shaped hole. At one point Jarvis looks
up and sees her watching him. Minutes later he rings Mrs Logan’s doorbell. The
sheriff hides while she answers the door. Mr Jarvis essentially tells her she
is a busybody and that she should mind her own business rather than standing in
her window to spy on her neighbours. The next night the sheriff goes to
Jarvis’s house where Jarvis has already filled in the hole that he’d dug. He
tells him he’s going to have to dig it up and he does so. What they find is a
dead dog. Jarvis explained that it had been sick and so he’d had to put the
animal down. He also confesses that his wife had left him and he’d been too
embarrassed to tell anyone. The sheriff goes to tell Mrs Logan that the case is
closed but that makes her angry because she doesn’t believe Jarvis’s story. The
sheriff leaves and then Jarvis sneaks over the wall to Mrs Logan’s yard and
sneaks into her house. She is sitting on the couch flipping through a magazine
as he sneaks up behind her with a shovel. As he gets close, she turns, sees
him, stands, they go into one another’s arms and begin to kiss. I didn’t see
that coming. The whole nosy neighbour routine has just been a ruse to throw off
suspicion from the fact that Jarvis really did kill his wife. She’s buried in
Mrs Logan’s yard. They dig her up and drag her body over the wall and back to
Jarvis’s yard and Jarvis puts his wife’s corpse into the grave, on top of the
dog. Meanwhile, Mrs Logan is filling up the hole in her yard. The doorbell
rings and it’s the sheriff, who had forgotten that it’s against the law to bury
an animal in one’s yard, so he says he will take it downtown. Jarvis is stuck.
As they go into the backyard they hear Mrs Logan’s voice calling out “Darling!”
and then her head pops up with a smile from the other side, but on seeing the
sheriff her expression drops. Her and Jarvis are done. I don’t understand
though why they didn’t just keep Mrs Jarvis buried in Mrs Logan’s yard.
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