Me and coffee here. I remember when I was about 10, almost had a dog named java. Of course we didn't get it. Dog was bigger than me and hyper. That's besides the point. Anything you want to say coffee?
"Drink me"
A beverage of few words ladies and gentleman. Dawn breaks upon yet another Saturday morning. Promising cold weather and stuff like that there. Oh what lies ahead of me today. Unfortunately I already spent to much money. What's worse is I don't even know how. Well sort of.
I know I went to the bank after work yesterday. Ahh yes the bank. After that bought a burrito. A good one, wasn't aware that the prices at my place had gone up. It was like $8 and change. Enormous and filling but still expensive. Oh and yes I did hit the lounge. Spent $20 there. I may not even go tomorrow. Yes I'm that disappointed in myself about that. We shall see.
Oh yes, I was going to tell you about my Thanksgiving wasn't I? Shall we start? No clue. Coffee doesn't know either. And I'm thinking on breakfast.
Along with the left over rolls that are still on the stove from Thursday, today is Saturday morn. The dishwasher has yet to be run or a single pan to be washed. I could have used that $20 for a breakfast out today. What a silly assed fool I feel.
Okay tomorrow or maybe later, doubt that, I'll put up the Thanksgiving post.
-later
Saturday, November 30, 2013
Friday, November 29, 2013
I'm frustrated.
I'm sitting here, on a Friday night, frustrated as all Hell. Trying to keep this coherent. Not that easily done actually. Where do we begin?
Family drama? Annoying but true. I still don't want to go into it all. Suffice it to say that it is treacherous, devious, and under handed. Sounds fun? If you say so.
Story shortened. Brother in law got a sum of money from his trust fund. Well it's gone and it shouldn't be. He then was pressured by my sister to ask for more, she doesn't know where money went either. It has become clear that saving anything isn't in either of their blood.
At his urging I became involved, secret from sister. His brother no longer takes his calls. He must deal with his younger sister. He doesn't do this well. In fact became so agitated on the phone with her that he just handed me the phone. He went to compose himself on the couch.
I pretty much placated and promised what they wanted. I didn't really realize they'd been trying for 10 years to get his name on the deed. It was never made clear. Apparently it is a sticking point to them. They're just looking out for him. It's the family motto.
He's not allowed to name her in his will, he's not allowed to have a life insurance policy that names her as beneficiary. Very controlling behavior as you can see. Stuff like that.
I went so far as to let them know exactly what I needed to run the house. Even agreed to put his name on the deed. I asked that we wait until the Spring when my sister would hopefully be past all this cancer stuff. His sister said she believed me. In fact seemed floored I acquiesced so easily. I also informed her I wasn't aware of all that was going down. She said she needed to think this through.
I mean come on. I'm running this place with very little help. We are down 1 income. Throw me a line.
Oh she got back to me. No money. Unless...sister makes will leaving everything to brother in law. Or we get his name on deed.
Can you imagine walking up to someone, who you've read me rage against. Someone who is dealing with cancer and going through chemotherapy. And telling them to make a deed? Bullocks!
Now in a small way I see there point. This was no small amount of money that was given. And they don't know where it went? Hello.
I'm doing both budgets now. Not that easy, but doable. See I just don't want to upset my sister. Yes, seriously. But she keeps asking him about his money. It's going to hit the fan. What to do, what to do.
Think tomorrow we'll delve into my adventures in Thanksgiving from yesterday, or Thursday, depending on how you read it.
-later
Family drama? Annoying but true. I still don't want to go into it all. Suffice it to say that it is treacherous, devious, and under handed. Sounds fun? If you say so.
Story shortened. Brother in law got a sum of money from his trust fund. Well it's gone and it shouldn't be. He then was pressured by my sister to ask for more, she doesn't know where money went either. It has become clear that saving anything isn't in either of their blood.
At his urging I became involved, secret from sister. His brother no longer takes his calls. He must deal with his younger sister. He doesn't do this well. In fact became so agitated on the phone with her that he just handed me the phone. He went to compose himself on the couch.
I pretty much placated and promised what they wanted. I didn't really realize they'd been trying for 10 years to get his name on the deed. It was never made clear. Apparently it is a sticking point to them. They're just looking out for him. It's the family motto.
He's not allowed to name her in his will, he's not allowed to have a life insurance policy that names her as beneficiary. Very controlling behavior as you can see. Stuff like that.
I went so far as to let them know exactly what I needed to run the house. Even agreed to put his name on the deed. I asked that we wait until the Spring when my sister would hopefully be past all this cancer stuff. His sister said she believed me. In fact seemed floored I acquiesced so easily. I also informed her I wasn't aware of all that was going down. She said she needed to think this through.
I mean come on. I'm running this place with very little help. We are down 1 income. Throw me a line.
Oh she got back to me. No money. Unless...sister makes will leaving everything to brother in law. Or we get his name on deed.
Can you imagine walking up to someone, who you've read me rage against. Someone who is dealing with cancer and going through chemotherapy. And telling them to make a deed? Bullocks!
Now in a small way I see there point. This was no small amount of money that was given. And they don't know where it went? Hello.
I'm doing both budgets now. Not that easy, but doable. See I just don't want to upset my sister. Yes, seriously. But she keeps asking him about his money. It's going to hit the fan. What to do, what to do.
Think tomorrow we'll delve into my adventures in Thanksgiving from yesterday, or Thursday, depending on how you read it.
-later
Thursday, November 28, 2013
1985 Thanksgiving tale cont'd
Off we went, there was a bridge, woods would be next. Now the best way up would be the NYS Thruway. I can't say how we got there. I can't say why we got there. Not that I can't, just don't remember that far back. Oh and I can't say I ever went on that parkway again.
It was literally a 2 lane highway, in each direction. The speed limit was still 55 miles an hour. It was deserted and scenic. I was in a 1976 8 cylinder gas guzzler. Half way up we needed gas. In those days you always carried cash.
The roadway then seemed to have no rest stops. Does it now? We got off at an exit and saw a house with gas pumps. We literally had to pound on the door to wake the fellow. He obliged sleepily, and pumped our gas and asked our destination. We told him Vermont. He told us to be careful.
The road was windy, trees on both sides. Probably scenic. Saw more than a few deer carcases. It is not a road I would want to be on nowadays with people on cell phones and talking. It promised to take us at least to Massachusetts. As dawn approached the skies looked threatening. But we were adventurers in our minds. Going to the promised land.
I saw snow covered roads at some point in the middle of the day. We arrive at Massachusetts. We got off the highway and were greeted by nothing less than a state trooper.
"Road way is closed" he said.
"Why?" we inquired.
I tell you he had a look of disbelief. Told us about the snow storm. We turned away and drove back towards home. The disappointment did not last long. We had a new threat. The roads we had just come from were all snow covered.
There was holiday traffic snarling it's way behind 2 snow plows. The snow we had passed through was not requiring it. We knew this to be bad.
The Taconic can be treacherous. Windy. And to this day I still tell the tale. What tale? I'm getting there.
As we followed the procession and turned one curve the storm was hitting the trunk. An opposite turn and it was a good 100 yards behind us. And we were going no more than 30 miles an hour. So glad for the plows.
No we never thought of stopping somewhere. And where prey tell? Told you this road did not have signs or even rest stops. So it was a long ride home.
Got back safely on Thanksgiving day. Mom was none to pleased as I pulled up. Her and my sister all dressed, were were having Thanksgiving with neighbors down the street.
Okay maybe not the best story. Or maybe my recollections are not that great. But I hit the highlights. Hope you enjoyed.
-later
It was literally a 2 lane highway, in each direction. The speed limit was still 55 miles an hour. It was deserted and scenic. I was in a 1976 8 cylinder gas guzzler. Half way up we needed gas. In those days you always carried cash.
The roadway then seemed to have no rest stops. Does it now? We got off at an exit and saw a house with gas pumps. We literally had to pound on the door to wake the fellow. He obliged sleepily, and pumped our gas and asked our destination. We told him Vermont. He told us to be careful.
The road was windy, trees on both sides. Probably scenic. Saw more than a few deer carcases. It is not a road I would want to be on nowadays with people on cell phones and talking. It promised to take us at least to Massachusetts. As dawn approached the skies looked threatening. But we were adventurers in our minds. Going to the promised land.
I saw snow covered roads at some point in the middle of the day. We arrive at Massachusetts. We got off the highway and were greeted by nothing less than a state trooper.
"Road way is closed" he said.
"Why?" we inquired.
I tell you he had a look of disbelief. Told us about the snow storm. We turned away and drove back towards home. The disappointment did not last long. We had a new threat. The roads we had just come from were all snow covered.
There was holiday traffic snarling it's way behind 2 snow plows. The snow we had passed through was not requiring it. We knew this to be bad.
The Taconic can be treacherous. Windy. And to this day I still tell the tale. What tale? I'm getting there.
As we followed the procession and turned one curve the storm was hitting the trunk. An opposite turn and it was a good 100 yards behind us. And we were going no more than 30 miles an hour. So glad for the plows.
No we never thought of stopping somewhere. And where prey tell? Told you this road did not have signs or even rest stops. So it was a long ride home.
Got back safely on Thanksgiving day. Mom was none to pleased as I pulled up. Her and my sister all dressed, were were having Thanksgiving with neighbors down the street.
Okay maybe not the best story. Or maybe my recollections are not that great. But I hit the highlights. Hope you enjoyed.
-later
A very 1985 Thanksgiving part 1.
Picture it. 1986 the age before cell phones, atm machines, internet, just picture it. I was driving my 1976 Ford Granada still. Paying my way by washing dishes. Wearing seat belts had just become mandatory the year before. Ronald Regan was still in power.
For me it marked the passing of my Dad in October of the previous year. Unexpectedly. I was in my first year of college and was rocked. I'd been at a community college so was still near home. But it's not about my dad, just setting the full table.
I was at my friend Dave's house. Were we drinking? No but we were discussing it. It was probably the Tuesday before Thanksgiving. That's why it's a Thanksgiving tale.
We were discussing our disgust about the drinking age becoming 21. Now as anyone who was just about to be 19 at that age can tell you. We were 17, almost 18 when they changed the age to 19. And now just on the precipice of 19 they were changing to 21.
We'd decided to go to Paris. What? We were young and stupid and of course without passports. The idea fell flat after we phoned to inquire about tickets. $500 one way. Not sure if that's good or bad by the 21st century mark. So back to the situation at hand.
Now the drinking age, well it's not exactly what you would call a law. Oh no, don't you remember history at all? You see as of December 1st, any state not raising their drinking age would not get certain funding. Vermont was the last holdout we could reach.
With our righteous indignation, and the fact that Vermont was going to change it, we planned a road trip.
It was a mere 8 hours. We could have a drink and be back. Now let me say this much. We had plenty of resources for drinking. Had no troubles buying or even drinking in bars. This was purely about youth full indignation. I went home to deliver the news and we'd planned to start by 4 in the morning.
My mom was less than pleased. But I gave little choice. I've no idea what Dave's parents said or if he even told them. We were off on yet another road trip together. Did I ever tell you about Graceland? Oh but that was the 90's so never mind.
Foreshadowing: As I said no atm machines, no cell phones. I should mention no weather channel either.
-t.b.c.
For me it marked the passing of my Dad in October of the previous year. Unexpectedly. I was in my first year of college and was rocked. I'd been at a community college so was still near home. But it's not about my dad, just setting the full table.
I was at my friend Dave's house. Were we drinking? No but we were discussing it. It was probably the Tuesday before Thanksgiving. That's why it's a Thanksgiving tale.
We were discussing our disgust about the drinking age becoming 21. Now as anyone who was just about to be 19 at that age can tell you. We were 17, almost 18 when they changed the age to 19. And now just on the precipice of 19 they were changing to 21.
We'd decided to go to Paris. What? We were young and stupid and of course without passports. The idea fell flat after we phoned to inquire about tickets. $500 one way. Not sure if that's good or bad by the 21st century mark. So back to the situation at hand.
Now the drinking age, well it's not exactly what you would call a law. Oh no, don't you remember history at all? You see as of December 1st, any state not raising their drinking age would not get certain funding. Vermont was the last holdout we could reach.
With our righteous indignation, and the fact that Vermont was going to change it, we planned a road trip.
It was a mere 8 hours. We could have a drink and be back. Now let me say this much. We had plenty of resources for drinking. Had no troubles buying or even drinking in bars. This was purely about youth full indignation. I went home to deliver the news and we'd planned to start by 4 in the morning.
My mom was less than pleased. But I gave little choice. I've no idea what Dave's parents said or if he even told them. We were off on yet another road trip together. Did I ever tell you about Graceland? Oh but that was the 90's so never mind.
Foreshadowing: As I said no atm machines, no cell phones. I should mention no weather channel either.
-t.b.c.
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Short Entry
Holiday shit going on around here. Think we are missing a huge snow storm and am actually grateful for that. House drama is abounding from brother in laws family. Trying to keep a cool head. I'd try to elaborate but have been occupied. And it's moments before I get the bathroom for my shower.
Still up in the air what's happening on Thanksgiving day. Will it be just me trekking into the city or 3 of us. If you're very lucky I'll relate a Thanksgiving road trip that went rather awry. But only if you're lucky. I'll do that tonight or tomorrow, we'll see.
-later
Still up in the air what's happening on Thanksgiving day. Will it be just me trekking into the city or 3 of us. If you're very lucky I'll relate a Thanksgiving road trip that went rather awry. But only if you're lucky. I'll do that tonight or tomorrow, we'll see.
-later
Sunday, November 24, 2013
Ugh.
Yup. Ugh. Nuff said. Well not really. It's 1:46 at the start of this entry, Monday early hours. It was a weekend. I managed 3 hours sleep. I'm slightly troubled and that will not let me sleep.
Saturday. Oh yeah that went very well. Was told about a call from my neighbor about some mushrooms in my gutters. I said what? Well in the small hours of Saturday I went up on my roof.
I haven't been on my roof in ages. Landscaper was doing the gutters last I knew. Well I'm assuming age has got the better of me. I was never so uncomfortable up there as I was then.
I was literally crawling, I remember being able to actually walk up right on my roof. I can't call it vertigo, but it was a very uncomfortable feeling. I always used to clean my gutters this way. On the edge with a bag. I found myself feeling very hesitant. Sliding along, the best way I can describe it. I hadn't even made it to the mushrooms yet.
Coming down was a freaking nightmare. Gone the carefree, slightly sure footed self. It took a great deal for me to get on all fours and put my first foot on the ladder. I don't want to say I was terrified, but that may be just the word. I think the main thing that kept me going was the thought of having to call the fire department to rescue me. I was not going through that indignity.
Made my way around to the side and I saw something on the ground. Insulation. What the Hell was that doing here. I went about cleaning it up. Now fearing the worst.
Now when this side of the house was constructed something had occurred. A plumber had come and moved the roof pipe for the bathroom. I'm sure that there is a proper name. This left a perfect round hole in the shingles on my roof.
I explained it to my fellow inmates, who assured me it would get taken care of. I won't lie, I trusted them then. 2 years passed and it still wasn't taken care of. Now my brother in law, doesn't do roof tops. I was annoyed. So I let it be. Again assured that it would get taken care of. Yup. I bought it.
Then of course came my health issues, so I no longer went onto the roof or ladder. And apparently my landscaper no longer did gutters. What a joy I know.
So there I am. Cleaning insulation, looking up at the roof top. Fearing the worst. Once I was satisfied the clean up was done I positioned the ladder. Rung by rung I ascended. Yeah, that wasn't mushrooms in my gutter, insulation. I hit the top, well joy of joys the wood was gone. There were chunks of it laying on the roof top. A squirrel had apparently found a nice nesting spot. I was pissed at the rodent. Who wasn't at home.
It was a pleasant enough day and I knew action had to be taken. Funny how adrenaline can over come fear sometimes. Off to the local big chain for supplies. I needed a quick patch. Couple of reasons.
Firstly, the temperature was supposed to drop like crazy on Sunday, now yesterday. It was late morning, early afternoon. I still wanted to make the cigar event.
Bought some stuff, on my card, don't get me started. Trust me, I've had enough of money woes right now. I think that's why I'm up. Need to get up in 2-3 hours. I'll be glad to get an hour and a half. Anyway.
I finally figured how the caulking gun worked, embarrassed to tell you how long. Patched the roof. Adrenaline pumping. Not allowing me to care about my surroundings. I patched, knees hurting like Hell. Legs are still sore from the ladder. It was done.
The cigar event can wait until tomorrow's entry. Hoping I can garner some more sleep. After that, maybe I'll tell you about Sunday. Maybe not.
-later
Saturday. Oh yeah that went very well. Was told about a call from my neighbor about some mushrooms in my gutters. I said what? Well in the small hours of Saturday I went up on my roof.
I haven't been on my roof in ages. Landscaper was doing the gutters last I knew. Well I'm assuming age has got the better of me. I was never so uncomfortable up there as I was then.
I was literally crawling, I remember being able to actually walk up right on my roof. I can't call it vertigo, but it was a very uncomfortable feeling. I always used to clean my gutters this way. On the edge with a bag. I found myself feeling very hesitant. Sliding along, the best way I can describe it. I hadn't even made it to the mushrooms yet.
Coming down was a freaking nightmare. Gone the carefree, slightly sure footed self. It took a great deal for me to get on all fours and put my first foot on the ladder. I don't want to say I was terrified, but that may be just the word. I think the main thing that kept me going was the thought of having to call the fire department to rescue me. I was not going through that indignity.
Made my way around to the side and I saw something on the ground. Insulation. What the Hell was that doing here. I went about cleaning it up. Now fearing the worst.
Now when this side of the house was constructed something had occurred. A plumber had come and moved the roof pipe for the bathroom. I'm sure that there is a proper name. This left a perfect round hole in the shingles on my roof.
I explained it to my fellow inmates, who assured me it would get taken care of. I won't lie, I trusted them then. 2 years passed and it still wasn't taken care of. Now my brother in law, doesn't do roof tops. I was annoyed. So I let it be. Again assured that it would get taken care of. Yup. I bought it.
Then of course came my health issues, so I no longer went onto the roof or ladder. And apparently my landscaper no longer did gutters. What a joy I know.
So there I am. Cleaning insulation, looking up at the roof top. Fearing the worst. Once I was satisfied the clean up was done I positioned the ladder. Rung by rung I ascended. Yeah, that wasn't mushrooms in my gutter, insulation. I hit the top, well joy of joys the wood was gone. There were chunks of it laying on the roof top. A squirrel had apparently found a nice nesting spot. I was pissed at the rodent. Who wasn't at home.
It was a pleasant enough day and I knew action had to be taken. Funny how adrenaline can over come fear sometimes. Off to the local big chain for supplies. I needed a quick patch. Couple of reasons.
Firstly, the temperature was supposed to drop like crazy on Sunday, now yesterday. It was late morning, early afternoon. I still wanted to make the cigar event.
Bought some stuff, on my card, don't get me started. Trust me, I've had enough of money woes right now. I think that's why I'm up. Need to get up in 2-3 hours. I'll be glad to get an hour and a half. Anyway.
I finally figured how the caulking gun worked, embarrassed to tell you how long. Patched the roof. Adrenaline pumping. Not allowing me to care about my surroundings. I patched, knees hurting like Hell. Legs are still sore from the ladder. It was done.
The cigar event can wait until tomorrow's entry. Hoping I can garner some more sleep. After that, maybe I'll tell you about Sunday. Maybe not.
-later
Saturday, November 23, 2013
Small adventure.
Small adventure.
Was a fun day. Started with a trip to the second Dr. All good, we've decided to reduce the new poison I'm on. Told him another story about the previous hospital visit. The one I never finished here because I got bored and the timeline issues.
Basically they wanted to do something called an echo cardiogram. Gave me a form to sign. Of course I questioned it. The tech said it was just for the contrast they were using. It couldn't be used on someone with a congenital heart defect. I pointed out that I was one such person. He looked at me and asked if I was going to sign it. I said of course not. At which point he called someone else in. I refused and was wheeled out of the room. We must be our own advocates and ask questions.
After the appointment I was to meet my friend for lunch. He'd texted me that he was not far at a meeting. He told me of a diner he knew of.Well I had no idea where it was. I knew what had to be done.
Without hesitation I pulled out the phone. Got directions and was on my way. Now you may remember I just got a wire to connect my phone to my radio so I can listen to my podcasts.
For those that were here for the 5K entry, you understand, well I did this without trepidation. Anyone wondering can go look for those entries.
The place was actually not that far from the hospital, a diner south of us. It is a very congested place to drive in. Not one for a mid day drive trying to do a look around. So I trusted Suri completely. I know....odd. I've really come to look at the phone as a tool. I do text, not much. And now that I know of the ease of getting to that town, I may explore it a bit in the Spring.
Just a typical, overcrowded place. Nothing remotely special. Only appeals to the intrepid explorer within. The car drove well and we found the diner. Parking was tight and I found a spot to back into. Damn it had been to long since I'd been to a diner. Sent a text that I found it, received one that said he'd be about 15 min.
Place was busy enough that they wouldn't seat me until my friend arrived. He did, we sat and talked like old friends. It was good to see him again. Hopefully we'll do this again. No I didn't order coffee and fries. That belonged to a younger version of myself. With less care and responsibility.
We parted, I told Suri to find me the highway. Lit a cigar and was en route. I knew that I had to hit the cancer hospital for my sisters prescription.
Got home. She was in a full blown nicotine withdrawal fit. I obliged. And that's about it. Let us see what today brings.
-later
Was a fun day. Started with a trip to the second Dr. All good, we've decided to reduce the new poison I'm on. Told him another story about the previous hospital visit. The one I never finished here because I got bored and the timeline issues.
Basically they wanted to do something called an echo cardiogram. Gave me a form to sign. Of course I questioned it. The tech said it was just for the contrast they were using. It couldn't be used on someone with a congenital heart defect. I pointed out that I was one such person. He looked at me and asked if I was going to sign it. I said of course not. At which point he called someone else in. I refused and was wheeled out of the room. We must be our own advocates and ask questions.
After the appointment I was to meet my friend for lunch. He'd texted me that he was not far at a meeting. He told me of a diner he knew of.Well I had no idea where it was. I knew what had to be done.
Without hesitation I pulled out the phone. Got directions and was on my way. Now you may remember I just got a wire to connect my phone to my radio so I can listen to my podcasts.
For those that were here for the 5K entry, you understand, well I did this without trepidation. Anyone wondering can go look for those entries.
The place was actually not that far from the hospital, a diner south of us. It is a very congested place to drive in. Not one for a mid day drive trying to do a look around. So I trusted Suri completely. I know....odd. I've really come to look at the phone as a tool. I do text, not much. And now that I know of the ease of getting to that town, I may explore it a bit in the Spring.
Just a typical, overcrowded place. Nothing remotely special. Only appeals to the intrepid explorer within. The car drove well and we found the diner. Parking was tight and I found a spot to back into. Damn it had been to long since I'd been to a diner. Sent a text that I found it, received one that said he'd be about 15 min.
Place was busy enough that they wouldn't seat me until my friend arrived. He did, we sat and talked like old friends. It was good to see him again. Hopefully we'll do this again. No I didn't order coffee and fries. That belonged to a younger version of myself. With less care and responsibility.
We parted, I told Suri to find me the highway. Lit a cigar and was en route. I knew that I had to hit the cancer hospital for my sisters prescription.
Got home. She was in a full blown nicotine withdrawal fit. I obliged. And that's about it. Let us see what today brings.
-later
Friday, November 22, 2013
Tis Friday.
Friday. Off today again, for yet another Dr. Yesterdays went okay. Mostly good news. Forgot 1 of my questions. Had one decreased. The new poison will be the responsibility of today's Dr. After that I hope to be able to grab a quick lunch with an old friend.
Sisters chemo went alright yesterday. She's happy the rest of the schedule are for Fridays. And surprise of surprises my brother in law will be taking her. She's also happy cause it improves her chances of going to my cousins for Thanksgiving.
Yes I'm slightly enthusiastic about it. Only slightly.
Seems I'm having internet problems, or computer problems. Been a morning.
If it improves I'll be back. But have been kicked off twice. This weekend looks promising.
-later
Sisters chemo went alright yesterday. She's happy the rest of the schedule are for Fridays. And surprise of surprises my brother in law will be taking her. She's also happy cause it improves her chances of going to my cousins for Thanksgiving.
Yes I'm slightly enthusiastic about it. Only slightly.
Seems I'm having internet problems, or computer problems. Been a morning.
If it improves I'll be back. But have been kicked off twice. This weekend looks promising.
-later
Thursday, November 21, 2013
Randomness
Well. Well I'm here. As stated before I'm off for a few days, Dr. appointments. Exciting as all Hell. Drinking my juice at 4 in the morning, as if I was going to work.
Slept decently. Woke up once, sister must have woken up brother in law. He had a screaming mimi attack about it. I went back to bed.
Got invited out on Saturday, looks like Dr. Who may be a bust for me. We'll see. Yes of course I could stay home, but we'll see okay.
Dr.'s office called my house yesterday. Then my cell phone. I mean come on damnit, I've given them instructions not to call the house phone. Firstly, by the time I get home, they're gone for the day. Secondly, I don't need my business known.
After my mom died, my sister became fixated on my health. Annoying at best. To the point that when I'm done she wants me to call. F that. I remember one time, when I had my old cell phone, must be 8 years ago.
Typical appointment there. Took about 4-5 hours. Got back to my car, I'd left my cell phone there. Had 7 messages all from her. Going from "hi, haven't heard from you." to "WHERE ARE YOU IS EVERYTHING OKAY" and concluding with "OIEHJROIWLADKFNLW8EFRA0WOPFNLD,KL" or something akin to that. I remember that phone, there was no option to fast forward to the next message. So when I got home I made her listen to all 7. I also instructed my Dr.'s office to never use my home phone. Which they fail to oblige me consistently.
Ordinarily this appointment would constitute a breakfast out. One of my favorite places. Expensive for breakfast, think it's $16 tip included. The coffee is excellent and unlimited. I've my favorite dishes, but will often go for them or another special. It's one of these places that are only open for breakfast and lunch.
But I'm thinking of my budget. Thinking about Saturday. Besides which I've enough stuff here to make a kick ass breakfast. I'm thinking the following.
Half of a whole wheat sunflower bagel. With some guacamole, sliced red bell pepper. Topped off with a fried egg with a goodly amount of black pepper on it, both sides of course. Oh and no coffee. I could. It sits in the coffee pot just steps away from me. Maybe I'll make an exception tomorrow. Oh and yes I made the guacamole. Think I mentioned that a few nights ago.
Well I think that about covers a fairly cohesive post. The heat shall be put up. Brother in law and sister are looking to be out of here by 7:15. She's watching T.V. in their room, he's in the living room. Oh one more item.
Got home with my sister about 6:30 last night. She'd already said we should just take the wheel chair out of my car and just put it into my brother in laws car. Well that didn't go well at all
My brother in law got all flustered and started to yell. Causing me to yell back. In theory he just wanted to say he thought he'd put the chair in the trunk in the morning. So it wouldn't be cold when they got to the hospital. I pointed out that unless he put it in the back seat as opposed to the trunk it would be cold for other anyway. Basically I wound up bringing the chair in. Ahh adult children abandoned to me. Ones I never wanted. Tis life I suppose.
-later
Slept decently. Woke up once, sister must have woken up brother in law. He had a screaming mimi attack about it. I went back to bed.
Got invited out on Saturday, looks like Dr. Who may be a bust for me. We'll see. Yes of course I could stay home, but we'll see okay.
Dr.'s office called my house yesterday. Then my cell phone. I mean come on damnit, I've given them instructions not to call the house phone. Firstly, by the time I get home, they're gone for the day. Secondly, I don't need my business known.
After my mom died, my sister became fixated on my health. Annoying at best. To the point that when I'm done she wants me to call. F that. I remember one time, when I had my old cell phone, must be 8 years ago.
Typical appointment there. Took about 4-5 hours. Got back to my car, I'd left my cell phone there. Had 7 messages all from her. Going from "hi, haven't heard from you." to "WHERE ARE YOU IS EVERYTHING OKAY" and concluding with "OIEHJROIWLADKFNLW8EFRA0WOPFNLD,KL" or something akin to that. I remember that phone, there was no option to fast forward to the next message. So when I got home I made her listen to all 7. I also instructed my Dr.'s office to never use my home phone. Which they fail to oblige me consistently.
Ordinarily this appointment would constitute a breakfast out. One of my favorite places. Expensive for breakfast, think it's $16 tip included. The coffee is excellent and unlimited. I've my favorite dishes, but will often go for them or another special. It's one of these places that are only open for breakfast and lunch.
But I'm thinking of my budget. Thinking about Saturday. Besides which I've enough stuff here to make a kick ass breakfast. I'm thinking the following.
Half of a whole wheat sunflower bagel. With some guacamole, sliced red bell pepper. Topped off with a fried egg with a goodly amount of black pepper on it, both sides of course. Oh and no coffee. I could. It sits in the coffee pot just steps away from me. Maybe I'll make an exception tomorrow. Oh and yes I made the guacamole. Think I mentioned that a few nights ago.
Well I think that about covers a fairly cohesive post. The heat shall be put up. Brother in law and sister are looking to be out of here by 7:15. She's watching T.V. in their room, he's in the living room. Oh one more item.
Got home with my sister about 6:30 last night. She'd already said we should just take the wheel chair out of my car and just put it into my brother in laws car. Well that didn't go well at all
My brother in law got all flustered and started to yell. Causing me to yell back. In theory he just wanted to say he thought he'd put the chair in the trunk in the morning. So it wouldn't be cold when they got to the hospital. I pointed out that unless he put it in the back seat as opposed to the trunk it would be cold for other anyway. Basically I wound up bringing the chair in. Ahh adult children abandoned to me. Ones I never wanted. Tis life I suppose.
-later
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
A few things.
Today must leave work early. Taking sister to the oncologist. Next 2 days will be Dr. appointments for me. Unluckily enough in the middle of the day and still 20 min from work. Not actually worth going to work and leaving. Especially since tomorrows could last 4 hours. Good Dr.'s always take time to speak with their patients, so it's worth the wait.
I also think I'm going to get spoken to about some bull. Not saying they're wrong, not saying they're right. I just think the incidents over the summer and especially September can be explained. A lot of stress, real bad eating, no exercise, stuff like that there.
Oh and I have to select my new benefits package today. Whoopee. The benefits will still suck. Though better than any of the alternatives I reckon. I wonder just how close I may be to that Hawaii trip.
Think they were arguing about brother in law calling family. Not sure if I covered this. If I did, she doesn't know, and he hasn't called. I stay out of their domestic squabbles. Even though it fills the house with sound.
So that's where I'm at. Oh and I may be seeing a good friend of mine after Friday's appointment. That one is always quick. So we'll see.
Ah yes and this Saturday. Saturday is the event at the lounge. And Saturday night is the replay of some sort of 50th anniversary for Dr. Who. I'm going to try to make it. Nope no T.V. set up in the room yet. Hell no I'm not going to record it. We'll see what happens. So far though, I've managed to have no plans Saturday night. But then, it's only Wednesday
That's about it for the 4:30 in the morning report. Must got put up the heat so the shower is warm and cozy. Not like the brother in law leaves much hot water.
-later
I also think I'm going to get spoken to about some bull. Not saying they're wrong, not saying they're right. I just think the incidents over the summer and especially September can be explained. A lot of stress, real bad eating, no exercise, stuff like that there.
Oh and I have to select my new benefits package today. Whoopee. The benefits will still suck. Though better than any of the alternatives I reckon. I wonder just how close I may be to that Hawaii trip.
Think they were arguing about brother in law calling family. Not sure if I covered this. If I did, she doesn't know, and he hasn't called. I stay out of their domestic squabbles. Even though it fills the house with sound.
So that's where I'm at. Oh and I may be seeing a good friend of mine after Friday's appointment. That one is always quick. So we'll see.
Ah yes and this Saturday. Saturday is the event at the lounge. And Saturday night is the replay of some sort of 50th anniversary for Dr. Who. I'm going to try to make it. Nope no T.V. set up in the room yet. Hell no I'm not going to record it. We'll see what happens. So far though, I've managed to have no plans Saturday night. But then, it's only Wednesday
That's about it for the 4:30 in the morning report. Must got put up the heat so the shower is warm and cozy. Not like the brother in law leaves much hot water.
-later
Monday, November 18, 2013
Going to be a week.
I like those statements. Something concrete about something. It's like when people at work tell me the weekend was to short. My response is generally, "It's the same 2 days as last week." Gets a chortle every so often.
Today being Monday of course I went around saying "Happy Monday." I just refuse to get all tied up because of the day that follows Sunday. Every week it's followed by Sunday. I don't think it's ever taken a day off, not to my recollection. But then I could be mistaken.
Sunday was alright. Lounge and watched some Football. Came home and made my first batch of chili in a good 14 years. Oh and in those 14 years there were a lot of Mondays too. Just saying.
Got a bit of salmon to cook tonight. Oven baked, with some garlic powder and pepper. Lots of pepper. And I bake it with 3 slices of Lemon on top. Makes for an awesome lunch. It's my last piece, must go back to mega mart and buy more of the frozen stuff. I did buy myself a can of it on Sunday.
When I'm done I'll get busy. It's not even 8 in the evening yet. Dogs barking I'll be right back. Yup it's a full moon. Lunatic creature.
Going to make some guacamole tonight too. Love it on a bagel, or even on a whole wheat matzo. Couple of avocado's; onion; 2 plum tomatoes; one squeezed lime. Now you have something good. I don't really bother with the cilantro. I don't miss it. Despise buying something I'm not going to use again. Sort of like when I make hummus. I don't use tahini sauce.
Dog is nuts. She came in for just a face rub just now. What do you expect of rescue dogs. I remember clearly that summer we went to lots of pounds because my sister wanted a dog. Shame, was some of the nicest times with both of them. We don't go out a lot anymore. With the exception of the Montauk expedition. I still wouldn't have chosen this dog. And to boot my sister isn't her favorite person. I'm second, do the math if you've been here awhile.
I'm still reeling from the fact that I had 96 views the other day. I mean really now, is it that interesting? Well who knows. We'll see what happens. I'm surely not going to change what I'm doing. Especially since I've guacamole and salmon on the brain. Okay it's near 8. Time to get busy.
-later
Today being Monday of course I went around saying "Happy Monday." I just refuse to get all tied up because of the day that follows Sunday. Every week it's followed by Sunday. I don't think it's ever taken a day off, not to my recollection. But then I could be mistaken.
Sunday was alright. Lounge and watched some Football. Came home and made my first batch of chili in a good 14 years. Oh and in those 14 years there were a lot of Mondays too. Just saying.
Got a bit of salmon to cook tonight. Oven baked, with some garlic powder and pepper. Lots of pepper. And I bake it with 3 slices of Lemon on top. Makes for an awesome lunch. It's my last piece, must go back to mega mart and buy more of the frozen stuff. I did buy myself a can of it on Sunday.
When I'm done I'll get busy. It's not even 8 in the evening yet. Dogs barking I'll be right back. Yup it's a full moon. Lunatic creature.
Going to make some guacamole tonight too. Love it on a bagel, or even on a whole wheat matzo. Couple of avocado's; onion; 2 plum tomatoes; one squeezed lime. Now you have something good. I don't really bother with the cilantro. I don't miss it. Despise buying something I'm not going to use again. Sort of like when I make hummus. I don't use tahini sauce.
Dog is nuts. She came in for just a face rub just now. What do you expect of rescue dogs. I remember clearly that summer we went to lots of pounds because my sister wanted a dog. Shame, was some of the nicest times with both of them. We don't go out a lot anymore. With the exception of the Montauk expedition. I still wouldn't have chosen this dog. And to boot my sister isn't her favorite person. I'm second, do the math if you've been here awhile.
I'm still reeling from the fact that I had 96 views the other day. I mean really now, is it that interesting? Well who knows. We'll see what happens. I'm surely not going to change what I'm doing. Especially since I've guacamole and salmon on the brain. Okay it's near 8. Time to get busy.
-later
Sunday, November 17, 2013
A pleasant day.
Morning. It's about 5 in the A.M. right now. Waiting to put on heat and take a shower. It's Sunday yet again. Funny how they come this time every week no? Oh and coffee will not be here either. To early to make it. But I assure it will be enjoyed later. Had a pretty good time yesterday.
Woke up to wet and dreary skies. I don't know why I was putting credence in a weather man. I'm a general believer in dressing how it feels in the morning. Which is often quite a mistake. Anyway. I decided to leave at about 8:30. Had to hit the bank.
Did my budget the other morning, so knew what I had to accomplish. My IPhone was fully charged. Headed Eastwardly when it hit me. And since the mall was in that direction I went straight there. Next to the mall is a little strip that has been there forever. I headed for radio shack.
I must admit that is one of my favorite stores. It's almost like an old school 5 and dime. You can generally find it there. I asked the woman behind the counter for, "A wire to plug into my aux and to my smart phone so I could listen to it on my radio."
She smiled and showed it to me. Even with a personality. It came in 3 or I think 5 inch length. We laughed and chose the 3.
I was and am happy as hell now. I can now listen to podcasts in my car over my car stereo. It is a sheer delight. Especially since I devoured Tell Em Steve Dave. It took years of hearing of them on SModcast for me to listen.
I also added to the dang was going for a word that didn't fit, list the following. The Nerdist. Not something I can listen to at the gym, but not bad. The tenderloins, one of the crew of Tell Em Steve Dave is on it.
Also one which I thought would be a guilty pleasure. It is instead a little tedious. Especially when I did some research on it.
I think back in the day I was a fan of Eve Arden. I seem to remember a show called the Mothers in Law with Kate Ballard. Anyway I found an old time radio show that started Eve called Our Miss Brooks. I don't see myself listening to all of it. It's cute, very 1950's. And very tedious. Apparently she never gets the guy. We'll see. I usually like most old time radio programs.
So Eastward and onward I went. The road dried and the clouds parted for me. It was wonderful. The air warmed, think it got into the 50's today. It was just an enjoyable Saturday drive.
I felt I over shot my goal. I asked Suri. Well she couldn't quite understand me apparently. She kept getting the name completely wrong. So I went to the map. Anyone who came along for the 5K entries can tell you this is a big step for me. I hadn't reached it yet.
So onward. Laughing along with the podcast, driving without much traffic. Passed a few farms, some places to eat, other stuff. Got onto the correct next road. Passed a bunch of farms, lots with stuff to sell, it was getting on after all. Must've been 10ish. When I hit my first winery I rechecked. Yup drove right by it. Found it fairly easily, after I near drove past it again.
I can see it being a local place and a place for tourists. Wine enthusiasts, summer renters, people out for a drive. The pies here are delicious. I actually think the crust is so good that they must be using lard. It's a twice a year habit so who gives a damn.
The space inside is crowded and cramped. And everyone is in there for pies. Another good reason not to get there late in the day. Can be quite claustrophobic.
Heard 1 person placing an order for 10 pies, another picking up 5. I just wanted 3. 2 apple and one peach and raspberry. I think I was in time for the day old special. What's that?
The pie was made the previous day, so is a little cheaper. Since 2 are frozen for Thanksgiving and the other for Christmas, it matters not. They are a treat to look forward to.
I also snagged some cookies. I'd seen them to late last year and had not gotten there early enough. By the time I saw them I had to grab my pies and fight my way through the throngs of people. Can get very crazy later in the day.
Anyway, that was the highlight of my Saturday. Did some other stuff. Got a haircut, some cloth shopping. Stuff like that there. Can't wait to see what Sunday has in store.
-later.
Woke up to wet and dreary skies. I don't know why I was putting credence in a weather man. I'm a general believer in dressing how it feels in the morning. Which is often quite a mistake. Anyway. I decided to leave at about 8:30. Had to hit the bank.
Did my budget the other morning, so knew what I had to accomplish. My IPhone was fully charged. Headed Eastwardly when it hit me. And since the mall was in that direction I went straight there. Next to the mall is a little strip that has been there forever. I headed for radio shack.
I must admit that is one of my favorite stores. It's almost like an old school 5 and dime. You can generally find it there. I asked the woman behind the counter for, "A wire to plug into my aux and to my smart phone so I could listen to it on my radio."
She smiled and showed it to me. Even with a personality. It came in 3 or I think 5 inch length. We laughed and chose the 3.
I was and am happy as hell now. I can now listen to podcasts in my car over my car stereo. It is a sheer delight. Especially since I devoured Tell Em Steve Dave. It took years of hearing of them on SModcast for me to listen.
I also added to the dang was going for a word that didn't fit, list the following. The Nerdist. Not something I can listen to at the gym, but not bad. The tenderloins, one of the crew of Tell Em Steve Dave is on it.
Also one which I thought would be a guilty pleasure. It is instead a little tedious. Especially when I did some research on it.
I think back in the day I was a fan of Eve Arden. I seem to remember a show called the Mothers in Law with Kate Ballard. Anyway I found an old time radio show that started Eve called Our Miss Brooks. I don't see myself listening to all of it. It's cute, very 1950's. And very tedious. Apparently she never gets the guy. We'll see. I usually like most old time radio programs.
So Eastward and onward I went. The road dried and the clouds parted for me. It was wonderful. The air warmed, think it got into the 50's today. It was just an enjoyable Saturday drive.
I felt I over shot my goal. I asked Suri. Well she couldn't quite understand me apparently. She kept getting the name completely wrong. So I went to the map. Anyone who came along for the 5K entries can tell you this is a big step for me. I hadn't reached it yet.
So onward. Laughing along with the podcast, driving without much traffic. Passed a few farms, some places to eat, other stuff. Got onto the correct next road. Passed a bunch of farms, lots with stuff to sell, it was getting on after all. Must've been 10ish. When I hit my first winery I rechecked. Yup drove right by it. Found it fairly easily, after I near drove past it again.
I can see it being a local place and a place for tourists. Wine enthusiasts, summer renters, people out for a drive. The pies here are delicious. I actually think the crust is so good that they must be using lard. It's a twice a year habit so who gives a damn.
The space inside is crowded and cramped. And everyone is in there for pies. Another good reason not to get there late in the day. Can be quite claustrophobic.
Heard 1 person placing an order for 10 pies, another picking up 5. I just wanted 3. 2 apple and one peach and raspberry. I think I was in time for the day old special. What's that?
The pie was made the previous day, so is a little cheaper. Since 2 are frozen for Thanksgiving and the other for Christmas, it matters not. They are a treat to look forward to.
I also snagged some cookies. I'd seen them to late last year and had not gotten there early enough. By the time I saw them I had to grab my pies and fight my way through the throngs of people. Can get very crazy later in the day.
Anyway, that was the highlight of my Saturday. Did some other stuff. Got a haircut, some cloth shopping. Stuff like that there. Can't wait to see what Sunday has in store.
-later.
Saturday, November 16, 2013
Plans and stuff like that there.
Top of the morning. Got some real good sleep. The other night I was up all night from 1 on. Was beat to death last night. Proud of myself though. Came home, did what I had to do, had brother in law get dinner for them. I didn't waiver and kept mine low sodium.
Also what did help was I wrote down all the bills I have to pay. Sad thing is, these are necessities. But...but...but if I do it this way, the next pay check will be pure profit. Minus house hold stuff. Also going to send out the next round of $10 checks to the last hospital. Remember kids, they can't take action against you as long as you pay something.
Figure I've a budget of $15 a day until the next paycheck. Expenses are already allocated, gas and bakery being the fixed ones. And I don't normally spend even $10 a day M-F. So we'll see how that goes.
Feeling good, a little anticipation about the drive East. Think I said I'll take the more rural route. Even that isn't so rural anymore. But I think it will be fun. Must get those holiday pies. Weather is supposed to be nice too. Have to buy some winter essentials. Hair needs to be cut badly. Have to say I'm always more positive when I write out a course of action.
Still have to figure out lunch and dinner for myself today. I can go a little exorbitant on one or the other. Wow my cursor disappeared. Can't afford another spelling check now.
Yard work needs to be done as well. Course brother in law can't do it. He may come out to see if I need help, but won't actually do it.
Anyways, maybe I'll have an adventure to relate tomorrow. Until then.
-later
Also what did help was I wrote down all the bills I have to pay. Sad thing is, these are necessities. But...but...but if I do it this way, the next pay check will be pure profit. Minus house hold stuff. Also going to send out the next round of $10 checks to the last hospital. Remember kids, they can't take action against you as long as you pay something.
Figure I've a budget of $15 a day until the next paycheck. Expenses are already allocated, gas and bakery being the fixed ones. And I don't normally spend even $10 a day M-F. So we'll see how that goes.
Feeling good, a little anticipation about the drive East. Think I said I'll take the more rural route. Even that isn't so rural anymore. But I think it will be fun. Must get those holiday pies. Weather is supposed to be nice too. Have to buy some winter essentials. Hair needs to be cut badly. Have to say I'm always more positive when I write out a course of action.
Still have to figure out lunch and dinner for myself today. I can go a little exorbitant on one or the other. Wow my cursor disappeared. Can't afford another spelling check now.
Yard work needs to be done as well. Course brother in law can't do it. He may come out to see if I need help, but won't actually do it.
Anyways, maybe I'll have an adventure to relate tomorrow. Until then.
-later
Thursday, November 14, 2013
The weekend is upon us!
It's Friday. Well the beginning of Friday. Thought I'd see if I could put together a post of coherence. Last night did help. Managed to get some sleep between 3-4:30. Long kind of complicated story, don't wish to discuss. Have things I desperately wish to do this weekend.
Of course part of the problem is finding the money. Saturday plan on going out East for some pies. If I can remember. This will be the fascinating stuff I tried to record in my car the other day. Now I need to hit the laundromat. Shopping, I know I need some gloves. Sneakers and boots would be good too.
Think I"m looking forward to the pies. Leave here early in the morning, round 7. Take the back roads, so it will be just me and the left over drunks, trucks, and cops. Should be fun. Also for the Hell of it, I'm going to see what kind of lunatics have garage sales in November. Not that brave though, should be high 50's low 60's. Even still it's November.
Need a haircut, hair dryer and such. Oh and I think I've decided on the Xbox. We'll see what this weekend holds though. Need to get a second job. Okay where were we going with this?
Off next Thursday and Friday. Dr. appointments. Plus sisters chemo appointment and the appointment to get a port put in. Problem is brother in law expects me to take her. That will effectively kill the last 2 days off I have this year. Especially thanks to my past hospitalization in September.
Who said the first 100 years are the hardest. They were right.
-later.
Of course part of the problem is finding the money. Saturday plan on going out East for some pies. If I can remember. This will be the fascinating stuff I tried to record in my car the other day. Now I need to hit the laundromat. Shopping, I know I need some gloves. Sneakers and boots would be good too.
Think I"m looking forward to the pies. Leave here early in the morning, round 7. Take the back roads, so it will be just me and the left over drunks, trucks, and cops. Should be fun. Also for the Hell of it, I'm going to see what kind of lunatics have garage sales in November. Not that brave though, should be high 50's low 60's. Even still it's November.
Need a haircut, hair dryer and such. Oh and I think I've decided on the Xbox. We'll see what this weekend holds though. Need to get a second job. Okay where were we going with this?
Off next Thursday and Friday. Dr. appointments. Plus sisters chemo appointment and the appointment to get a port put in. Problem is brother in law expects me to take her. That will effectively kill the last 2 days off I have this year. Especially thanks to my past hospitalization in September.
Who said the first 100 years are the hardest. They were right.
-later.
Annoyance.
Well it's 3 in the morning and I'm pissed off. I just don't know what to do or say. Despicable is a word that comes to mind. Pathetic. Asinine. Why come in here? Just to vent a little. My anger woke me up and will not let me rest. And this is one of those posts I despise.
I will not put words into what is pissing me off. And may haps this brings me closer to understanding. Understanding? When someone that blogs leaves for awhile. Mentions things are to intense, crazy, personal. So I will throw shadows. Early readers can probably guess at the causation of this. Let us not talk falsely now the hour is getting late. Let's talk about what I did this morning. Yes that is a little more light hearted.
Okay I had this great idea for calling an audible. What's an audible? A football term generally speaking, but we are not speaking about football.
I decided to do some recording on the way to work. Basic stuff, including how much I wanted to get done on the weekend. Transcribe it like I did for a few entries over the summer. I put the voice recorder on, IPod in the cup holder and talked about this and that on the way to work.
Now I didn't say anything I unusually great. Did however think it was a good idea. Got to work and long story short after the treadmill I decided to listen to the recording. Well.
It was apparently 53 seconds long. Already I knew that was off. But I listened to all 53 seconds. 53 seconds of my car. My voice wasn't even picked up. Oh well.
Thanks for reading, especially the regulars. It's nigh on 3:30 and I feel I can tray to get some rest again. Only been up since 2.
-later
I will not put words into what is pissing me off. And may haps this brings me closer to understanding. Understanding? When someone that blogs leaves for awhile. Mentions things are to intense, crazy, personal. So I will throw shadows. Early readers can probably guess at the causation of this. Let us not talk falsely now the hour is getting late. Let's talk about what I did this morning. Yes that is a little more light hearted.
Okay I had this great idea for calling an audible. What's an audible? A football term generally speaking, but we are not speaking about football.
I decided to do some recording on the way to work. Basic stuff, including how much I wanted to get done on the weekend. Transcribe it like I did for a few entries over the summer. I put the voice recorder on, IPod in the cup holder and talked about this and that on the way to work.
Now I didn't say anything I unusually great. Did however think it was a good idea. Got to work and long story short after the treadmill I decided to listen to the recording. Well.
It was apparently 53 seconds long. Already I knew that was off. But I listened to all 53 seconds. 53 seconds of my car. My voice wasn't even picked up. Oh well.
Thanks for reading, especially the regulars. It's nigh on 3:30 and I feel I can tray to get some rest again. Only been up since 2.
-later
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Ramblings
This time of year always kills me. It is 8:30 and I'm ready for bed. Now I could feasibly crawl into bed and close the old peepers. Would the the work of moments. Of course then I'd be up at 10:30 or 11. Get back to bed at 3 if I'm lucky. So let's write a blog entry. Good idea?
As we knew the my sisters tumor has reappeared. Some may remember from the entries of the emergency Dr. The one who told my sister that she should make plans for a hospice.
Well her oncologist thinks otherwise. Chemo starts tomorrow. Surgery may be an option down the road. But the good news it hasn't spread.
Got the slow cooker set up at the wee hour of 5:30 this morning. Did some chicken thighs in some cream of chicken soup and such. Left it on low til my brother in law came home around 2 to take my sister to the oncologist.
Well it was okay. Not great. The 'gravy' part was way to thin. I didn't taste to much seasoning. The chicken and veggies were cooked to perfection however.
Not to convinced on this Google + thing. I may just get rid of it, not sure.
-later
As we knew the my sisters tumor has reappeared. Some may remember from the entries of the emergency Dr. The one who told my sister that she should make plans for a hospice.
Well her oncologist thinks otherwise. Chemo starts tomorrow. Surgery may be an option down the road. But the good news it hasn't spread.
Got the slow cooker set up at the wee hour of 5:30 this morning. Did some chicken thighs in some cream of chicken soup and such. Left it on low til my brother in law came home around 2 to take my sister to the oncologist.
Well it was okay. Not great. The 'gravy' part was way to thin. I didn't taste to much seasoning. The chicken and veggies were cooked to perfection however.
Not to convinced on this Google + thing. I may just get rid of it, not sure.
-later
Sunday, November 10, 2013
Another work week beigns.
About 2 in the morning, Monday A.M., Tuesday techinically. Not by the television listings though. Never got to do the slow cooker yesterday. Damned chicken was still frozen like a rock. Am going to have to do it during the week.
Turned colder outside. It is November afterall. See what my co-worker has to say about the weather. It's a big topic for her. My manager is out tomorrow. Means and hour O.T. so that will be nice. Do up some whole wheat ravioli for dinner. Wonder how that will go over.
This is when I truly miss my Computer game, or video game console. Oh and now of course a blip on my radar screen as I try to decide which one to buy 1 month before Christmas. Okay it's a little more than a month, so what.
The lounge is having a grand opening event. Forgot who it's hosted by. But I will probably attend. And I will need a chunk of the money put aside for my entertainment for it. Including $75 for the Super Bowl pool. Yeah I'm going to try it this year.
Weather provided I'll get the pies next weekend. Cousin emailed me asking what size turkey he should order. I feel a bit torn. Sister still insists she'll make it. As I've already posted I think it will be just me. It is what it is.
Must remember to charge the phone. Will need the headphones tomorrow. Co-worker will be talking up a storm.
Turned colder outside. It is November afterall. See what my co-worker has to say about the weather. It's a big topic for her. My manager is out tomorrow. Means and hour O.T. so that will be nice. Do up some whole wheat ravioli for dinner. Wonder how that will go over.
This is when I truly miss my Computer game, or video game console. Oh and now of course a blip on my radar screen as I try to decide which one to buy 1 month before Christmas. Okay it's a little more than a month, so what.
The lounge is having a grand opening event. Forgot who it's hosted by. But I will probably attend. And I will need a chunk of the money put aside for my entertainment for it. Including $75 for the Super Bowl pool. Yeah I'm going to try it this year.
Weather provided I'll get the pies next weekend. Cousin emailed me asking what size turkey he should order. I feel a bit torn. Sister still insists she'll make it. As I've already posted I think it will be just me. It is what it is.
Must remember to charge the phone. Will need the headphones tomorrow. Co-worker will be talking up a storm.
Ahh.....Sunday
Firstly coffee has not yet been
brewed. So I'm here with juice, everyone wave hello. Secondly, welcome
to the people that seem to be coming with the addition of Google +. Whatever the Hell that is.
It seems to have pissed of the comments section in YouTube so who knows where else. Let's pass on this.
Really need to post that one about my favorite 2600 game. I play it at least once a day. I've tried to do a print screen copy and paste, sadly doesn't work. No, don't know much about screen shots.
Funny, especially if this goes up tomorrow. I just posted how the cigar lounge isn't a priority for me anymore, well I'm going today. It's going to be an interesting day.
Found a new slow cooker recipe. So I defrosted the rest of the chicken. The new people can just backtrack to catch up. Defrosted 3 pork chops for tonight as well as a piece of salmon for lunch.
Also need to go to the farm for some pies for Thanksgiving, with an extra one for Christmas. I feel I'll be going on my own to my cousins. Sister is still in tons of pain, although she does finally see the oncologist on Tuesday.
If she can't go she's insisted me and my brother in law go. I'll do my best to convince him to stay home and stay sober for my sister. It's almost a shame if it is just me. For once I could actually stay over but am working the day after. Bummer.
In the last couple of weekends I've found that I'm not really utilized my time to the utmost. Except for cleaning the kitchen table. Which my brother in law is already sliding back to the old ways of just piling mail. Unreal.
In a few I'll get my coffee, just heard the sirens calls. Then off to the bakery; empty the dishwasher; put together slow cooker meal; have lunch; off to the lounge. That's actually not bad to do in 3 hours considering. Least I think so.
Another note on my door about the car. No I haven't yet cleaned it out and I don't know what I'm waiting for. Next weekend? Provided there isn't a storm. Won't complain. Especially with the Philippines tragedy in the wake of the last Typhoon.
To bad I can't find it in myself to do a multiple entry story. Just not that much happening I guess. I do have quite a few of them, just saying. Week should be interesting. Manager will be out Monday, Wednesday, Friday, thus giving me ample opportunity for O.T. And you know how I love O.T.
Last but not least, I need to do some research. Been seeing a t.v. add for Xbox, almost $300 cheaper than ps3, and they give you 2 games. We'll see.
-later
It seems to have pissed of the comments section in YouTube so who knows where else. Let's pass on this.
Really need to post that one about my favorite 2600 game. I play it at least once a day. I've tried to do a print screen copy and paste, sadly doesn't work. No, don't know much about screen shots.
Funny, especially if this goes up tomorrow. I just posted how the cigar lounge isn't a priority for me anymore, well I'm going today. It's going to be an interesting day.
Found a new slow cooker recipe. So I defrosted the rest of the chicken. The new people can just backtrack to catch up. Defrosted 3 pork chops for tonight as well as a piece of salmon for lunch.
Also need to go to the farm for some pies for Thanksgiving, with an extra one for Christmas. I feel I'll be going on my own to my cousins. Sister is still in tons of pain, although she does finally see the oncologist on Tuesday.
If she can't go she's insisted me and my brother in law go. I'll do my best to convince him to stay home and stay sober for my sister. It's almost a shame if it is just me. For once I could actually stay over but am working the day after. Bummer.
In the last couple of weekends I've found that I'm not really utilized my time to the utmost. Except for cleaning the kitchen table. Which my brother in law is already sliding back to the old ways of just piling mail. Unreal.
In a few I'll get my coffee, just heard the sirens calls. Then off to the bakery; empty the dishwasher; put together slow cooker meal; have lunch; off to the lounge. That's actually not bad to do in 3 hours considering. Least I think so.
Another note on my door about the car. No I haven't yet cleaned it out and I don't know what I'm waiting for. Next weekend? Provided there isn't a storm. Won't complain. Especially with the Philippines tragedy in the wake of the last Typhoon.
To bad I can't find it in myself to do a multiple entry story. Just not that much happening I guess. I do have quite a few of them, just saying. Week should be interesting. Manager will be out Monday, Wednesday, Friday, thus giving me ample opportunity for O.T. And you know how I love O.T.
Last but not least, I need to do some research. Been seeing a t.v. add for Xbox, almost $300 cheaper than ps3, and they give you 2 games. We'll see.
-later
Saturday, November 9, 2013
Well it finally happened to me.
Morning. As I've mentioned, I'm enjoying writing a few blogs ahead. Sometimes just to keep continuity. When I read blogs I start to lose place easily when they're to long. That's why I do them in parts sometimes. Not just to keep you coming back.
Another reason is simply that I am enjoying myself. Well I wrote a post, felt it had a nice mood in it. Came back this morning to delete a draft that I saved with nothing in it. Yup. Deleted the wrong one.
The post deleted was more of an homage to my child hood. And the girl that made my childhood. I get reminiscent enough so that I shall probably have that post back in another form.
Just didn't want to leave people hanging. Although if no one subscribes then how do they know? How do they keep coming back? Interesting. Well sorry if you read it and were trying to come back.
I'm not entirely sure of my plans this weekend. I do plan on getting a cup of coffee at the conclusion of this. I still need to do some cloth shopping. Also need new gloves. Maybe some pants and a shirt.
Friend of mine mentioned catching the early showing of the new Thor movie. Maybe that too. We'll see. Hope you all have a good Saturday. Hopefully tomorrows post won't get deleted.
-later
Another reason is simply that I am enjoying myself. Well I wrote a post, felt it had a nice mood in it. Came back this morning to delete a draft that I saved with nothing in it. Yup. Deleted the wrong one.
The post deleted was more of an homage to my child hood. And the girl that made my childhood. I get reminiscent enough so that I shall probably have that post back in another form.
Just didn't want to leave people hanging. Although if no one subscribes then how do they know? How do they keep coming back? Interesting. Well sorry if you read it and were trying to come back.
I'm not entirely sure of my plans this weekend. I do plan on getting a cup of coffee at the conclusion of this. I still need to do some cloth shopping. Also need new gloves. Maybe some pants and a shirt.
Friend of mine mentioned catching the early showing of the new Thor movie. Maybe that too. We'll see. Hope you all have a good Saturday. Hopefully tomorrows post won't get deleted.
-later
Thursday, November 7, 2013
Crisis continued.
The task at hand was no small feat for a mortal. There were piles upon piles of stuff that had accumulated upon and around the kitchen table. Disgraceful. I was disgusted. They'd always say they just didn't know where to start. I just started.
I occupy the end of the table. That is where a lot of my shit including the mail goes. I set up 2 boxes. 1 would be for just junk mail, envelopes, anything without a name or address. Obviously the second box was for the latter.
There is no other way to say it. I began. And what a disaster. Worked for 2 or 3 hours, only interrupted by dinner, whatever that was. Once or twice my sister tried to call the hunt off, feeling badly. She was stressed about that and the cancer. But I had a mission now and was determined. Told her it would be done by the weekend.
The rest of the week passed. Not much cleaning except for here and there by me. Was really tired on Wed. I had been in the kitchen until 10. You getting the idea of the mess :)
Saturday came. I allowed myself some time and got to work. By afternoon the table was cleared. Oh the boxes I'd left as well. I wasn't entirely sure of my mind set. But a theme began to emerge.
I was coming up with stuff from 2011. I'd been letting shit slide as I descended into full blown CHF. Guess I just kept it going long after I should have stopped. At least it made sense to me.
There were a few paper boxes on the floor filled with previous times I was going to clean the table. Apparently those times had been abandoned. No I don't know why. There were more than a few empty Oatmeal boxes. The kind you get from Costco or the big box stores. They came in handy. I had boxes from my cigar orders, WTF. Yes a slob. But I dug in and persisted.
At some point in the afternoon my brother in law rejoined me. I took a break. I came back and then so did he.
"Is this garbage?" he'd ask.
"If it's over 6 months, out it goes. No one missed then, no one misses it now."
That was my philosophy. In fact just before he rejoined me I'd come across a cache of magazines. From 2010. Names ripped off and into the paper boxes. No one would miss them. And when I say magazines I also mean catalogues.
By Saturday night around dinner time we were almost done. I was damned pleased. Unfortunately I was correct. No paper work showed up. But now there was room to eat at the kitchen table.
The hope was the Dr. would find it when he got back from vacation. Or her personnel department could help us out. Neither would come true. Don't know what awaits.
-later
I occupy the end of the table. That is where a lot of my shit including the mail goes. I set up 2 boxes. 1 would be for just junk mail, envelopes, anything without a name or address. Obviously the second box was for the latter.
There is no other way to say it. I began. And what a disaster. Worked for 2 or 3 hours, only interrupted by dinner, whatever that was. Once or twice my sister tried to call the hunt off, feeling badly. She was stressed about that and the cancer. But I had a mission now and was determined. Told her it would be done by the weekend.
The rest of the week passed. Not much cleaning except for here and there by me. Was really tired on Wed. I had been in the kitchen until 10. You getting the idea of the mess :)
Saturday came. I allowed myself some time and got to work. By afternoon the table was cleared. Oh the boxes I'd left as well. I wasn't entirely sure of my mind set. But a theme began to emerge.
I was coming up with stuff from 2011. I'd been letting shit slide as I descended into full blown CHF. Guess I just kept it going long after I should have stopped. At least it made sense to me.
There were a few paper boxes on the floor filled with previous times I was going to clean the table. Apparently those times had been abandoned. No I don't know why. There were more than a few empty Oatmeal boxes. The kind you get from Costco or the big box stores. They came in handy. I had boxes from my cigar orders, WTF. Yes a slob. But I dug in and persisted.
At some point in the afternoon my brother in law rejoined me. I took a break. I came back and then so did he.
"Is this garbage?" he'd ask.
"If it's over 6 months, out it goes. No one missed then, no one misses it now."
That was my philosophy. In fact just before he rejoined me I'd come across a cache of magazines. From 2010. Names ripped off and into the paper boxes. No one would miss them. And when I say magazines I also mean catalogues.
By Saturday night around dinner time we were almost done. I was damned pleased. Unfortunately I was correct. No paper work showed up. But now there was room to eat at the kitchen table.
The hope was the Dr. would find it when he got back from vacation. Or her personnel department could help us out. Neither would come true. Don't know what awaits.
-later
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
New Crisis.
Arrived home on Tuesday feeling so calm and relaxed. Really was wonderful having the freedom to smoke in my car again. Assured myself it would not become a daily thing. Into my house, into a Tempest.
There was a full on fit going on in the bedroom. I yelled hello and wondered about what to make for dinner. Saw the new place my brother in law put the mail, I cringed.
As I said I'm more akin to Oscar Madison than Felix Unger. Even I have standards. I must admit however, about 2 and a half years ago when I slid into full blown congestive heart failure, I became one.
Unfortunately I have let it continue to slide, badly. Not noticed, well because of my housemates. True slobs. My living room is littered on one half with boxes, some full, some not. Not quite getting the point? Stuff she ordered or he ordered 6-7 years ago, boxes from previous starts to cleaning. Stuff rarely get tossed.
Apparently the hubub was something important. Seems some paper work from the oncologist has been misplaced. His office says they don't have it. Sister claimed I had made copies for it and it was on the table. I said not to my recollection. The wailing began.
"If we don't find it we'll owe $1600! DO YOU HAVE $1600 WE DON'T."
Calmly I assessed the situation and assured her I would spend the rest of the night scouring the kitchen table. Trust me as you will bear witness, not an easy task.
I keep empty boxes from paper from work handy. Basically my 90+ neighbor stole my broken recycle container and I never asked for it back. The paper boxes work so well. Plus I'm reusing, so its environmentally good. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
-t.b.c.
There was a full on fit going on in the bedroom. I yelled hello and wondered about what to make for dinner. Saw the new place my brother in law put the mail, I cringed.
As I said I'm more akin to Oscar Madison than Felix Unger. Even I have standards. I must admit however, about 2 and a half years ago when I slid into full blown congestive heart failure, I became one.
Unfortunately I have let it continue to slide, badly. Not noticed, well because of my housemates. True slobs. My living room is littered on one half with boxes, some full, some not. Not quite getting the point? Stuff she ordered or he ordered 6-7 years ago, boxes from previous starts to cleaning. Stuff rarely get tossed.
Apparently the hubub was something important. Seems some paper work from the oncologist has been misplaced. His office says they don't have it. Sister claimed I had made copies for it and it was on the table. I said not to my recollection. The wailing began.
"If we don't find it we'll owe $1600! DO YOU HAVE $1600 WE DON'T."
Calmly I assessed the situation and assured her I would spend the rest of the night scouring the kitchen table. Trust me as you will bear witness, not an easy task.
I keep empty boxes from paper from work handy. Basically my 90+ neighbor stole my broken recycle container and I never asked for it back. The paper boxes work so well. Plus I'm reusing, so its environmentally good. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
-t.b.c.
Monday, November 4, 2013
Popped the cherry part deux.
I knew what had to be done the moment I left the parking lot. I drove to a spot where it was nice and quiet. Far from the expressway, well not really but who cares. Carefully I slid my right hand down the passenger seat. Smiled when it reached what I wanted.
I'd brought my travel humidor. Congrats to anyone who realized this. No apologies for the build up. Yes I decided to start smoking in my car. Only I wasn't going to let myself be a pig about it. I think that was the big part of the stink lines on the last car.
Cigar debris allover; ash; always left buds in the ashtray and garbage bag; more than once I found one under the seat bag that had escaped; not cleaning the car regularly; smoking a lot and driving around a lot on the weekends. All that and more. I was the 21st century of Oscar Madison. Oh and you will see in more ways than 1.
Cracked the windows and opened the skylight. Carefully snipped the end into the double cup system. That was to take place of the ashtray that was lacking in my current car.
Nervously I lit up. It was an Oliva O or G I think. Should have been a Legado De Pepin but oh well. It a wonderful drive home. And it would prove to have been a very prudent decision.
-Later
I'd brought my travel humidor. Congrats to anyone who realized this. No apologies for the build up. Yes I decided to start smoking in my car. Only I wasn't going to let myself be a pig about it. I think that was the big part of the stink lines on the last car.
Cigar debris allover; ash; always left buds in the ashtray and garbage bag; more than once I found one under the seat bag that had escaped; not cleaning the car regularly; smoking a lot and driving around a lot on the weekends. All that and more. I was the 21st century of Oscar Madison. Oh and you will see in more ways than 1.
Cracked the windows and opened the skylight. Carefully snipped the end into the double cup system. That was to take place of the ashtray that was lacking in my current car.
Nervously I lit up. It was an Oliva O or G I think. Should have been a Legado De Pepin but oh well. It a wonderful drive home. And it would prove to have been a very prudent decision.
-Later
Sunday, November 3, 2013
More randomn stuff.
I'm finding myself very prolific suddenly. I think I'm enjoying trying to blog a lot more. But I won't lie. I'll do sometimes 3 to 4 entries in a day. When I loose track right now and miss a day it's because of poor planning and stuff.
Winter will be here soon. Was an incredibly warm October. Never did sneak off for some sauerbraten. Think I got to caught up in reading reviews of places. No place that had good reviews only. Well I'll fix this.
November will be busy. Have oncologist issues with my sister. I've a new T.V. to set up. Oh the arrivals are an entry to themselves. If I remember that is. And I shall let you further into my horrible messy world. You really don't want further in do you?
Must go. Dog is bugging me to eat. Was very hopeful about the new dog food. The first bowl full she ate alone. Now it's back to having to watch her back. And she does enjoy eating in the morning on the weekends. Weird dog.
-Later
Winter will be here soon. Was an incredibly warm October. Never did sneak off for some sauerbraten. Think I got to caught up in reading reviews of places. No place that had good reviews only. Well I'll fix this.
November will be busy. Have oncologist issues with my sister. I've a new T.V. to set up. Oh the arrivals are an entry to themselves. If I remember that is. And I shall let you further into my horrible messy world. You really don't want further in do you?
Must go. Dog is bugging me to eat. Was very hopeful about the new dog food. The first bowl full she ate alone. Now it's back to having to watch her back. And she does enjoy eating in the morning on the weekends. Weird dog.
-Later
Popped the cherry.
Can you think of a more salacious title for the misdirection of what I am going to speak of. I can't. But I like it. We shall go back to the bit about my sister, do the weekend and when we arrive on Tuesday, you'll get the gist.
The weekend was alright, this being the weekend just after she came home. Hectic with this and that. Sadly no crock pot. No meals prepared. Not happy about that.
Monday. My manager was off, he'd been off since Friday. Stressful day. Got home. Sister was in excruciating pain, seems like she'll be living like that for awhile. Send good thoughts.
The sink. Full. Stove top. Full. I began washing. What I made for dinner is by now irrelevant. The day ended and I was exhausted.
I'm not sure what exactly started me thinking about it. Maybe it was the utter realization that I was going back to being the sole cook. That not a piece of silverware would be placed into the dishwasher. Unless it was me doing so. Not a pan washed unless it was me. I wanted to relax.
Got out of work my usual time. It was in the air. The oddly comfortable air that comes at the end of Indian Summer. Only this was late October. The last week of it actually. Halloween was 2 days away.
I'd planned for this. I made preparations. Even got 2 disposable coffee cups from work to support me. What the Hell does that mean?
t.b.c.
The weekend was alright, this being the weekend just after she came home. Hectic with this and that. Sadly no crock pot. No meals prepared. Not happy about that.
Monday. My manager was off, he'd been off since Friday. Stressful day. Got home. Sister was in excruciating pain, seems like she'll be living like that for awhile. Send good thoughts.
The sink. Full. Stove top. Full. I began washing. What I made for dinner is by now irrelevant. The day ended and I was exhausted.
I'm not sure what exactly started me thinking about it. Maybe it was the utter realization that I was going back to being the sole cook. That not a piece of silverware would be placed into the dishwasher. Unless it was me doing so. Not a pan washed unless it was me. I wanted to relax.
Got out of work my usual time. It was in the air. The oddly comfortable air that comes at the end of Indian Summer. Only this was late October. The last week of it actually. Halloween was 2 days away.
I'd planned for this. I made preparations. Even got 2 disposable coffee cups from work to support me. What the Hell does that mean?
t.b.c.
Saturday, November 2, 2013
cigar lounge no longer a priority.
At this writing, I've yet to get to last weekend in the adventure that can be my life. Like anyone Else's. I don't know why spell check decided that the last word in the the previous sentence should be capitalized. Yet they let me go with a run on sentence, oh well.
Aside from my recent heart troubles, started labor day. I never did finish that either. But I still stand behind the reasoning there. Anyway. This has been an incredibly busy and mild fall to winter. In fact we may be on drought watch. That is yet another entry I guess. And not one that I am eager to jump into.
I believe it is the weather, also encouraged by the change in ownership, that makes my Sunday escape less palpable. Mayhaps it can even be attributed to my friends new dislike for it. Again covered in another entry.
Those items aside, I've lost that loving feeling. That need and urgency to go there each and every Sunday. And I cannot say I'm missing it all that much. Sad but true. A lot of the regulars aren't there for football this year, that is odd.
I don't know if that is because of the weather or in part the ownership. And another reason why I don't want to hang out in a place that may only have 2 other people besides the owner. I kind of miss the older days now. Days of wine and roses. I'm trying to use that as a metaphor. Believing to reference to an old movie of the same title. I really should look it up before I just leave it there to hang. Wow just did a check on rotten tomatoes. The metaphor stays, but is not at all appropriately used.
Anyway that is where I'm at. A big reason is also the mild weather. Means I can continue to comfortably smoke outside. We shall see if it continues once winter arrives. The winter of my discontent.
-later
Aside from my recent heart troubles, started labor day. I never did finish that either. But I still stand behind the reasoning there. Anyway. This has been an incredibly busy and mild fall to winter. In fact we may be on drought watch. That is yet another entry I guess. And not one that I am eager to jump into.
I believe it is the weather, also encouraged by the change in ownership, that makes my Sunday escape less palpable. Mayhaps it can even be attributed to my friends new dislike for it. Again covered in another entry.
Those items aside, I've lost that loving feeling. That need and urgency to go there each and every Sunday. And I cannot say I'm missing it all that much. Sad but true. A lot of the regulars aren't there for football this year, that is odd.
I don't know if that is because of the weather or in part the ownership. And another reason why I don't want to hang out in a place that may only have 2 other people besides the owner. I kind of miss the older days now. Days of wine and roses. I'm trying to use that as a metaphor. Believing to reference to an old movie of the same title. I really should look it up before I just leave it there to hang. Wow just did a check on rotten tomatoes. The metaphor stays, but is not at all appropriately used.
Anyway that is where I'm at. A big reason is also the mild weather. Means I can continue to comfortably smoke outside. We shall see if it continues once winter arrives. The winter of my discontent.
-later
Back to our previously questionable ramblings.
I was a child of the 70's. I really loved it. I even subscribed to a blog of that title. The person had to move on. I often wonder if I should email him. I did finally send a blog message and such. But that is another story. Oh like the title suggests, we're going back to general ramblings. Although I may find this worthy of 2 posts. It's that important to me.
My life long love of video games started with the Atari 2600. Now I cannot remember the day or the rhyme nor the reason I got this. It may have been the newest piece of technology that was current that I ever received. Without it being years behind.
Essentially it was the first game console. It hooked up to your television and you could play it at home. Now I'd been hooked by the local malls video game parlor. Probably countless movies from the 80's will have one if you need reference. At the conception of this piece the only one I can think of is from the first Terminator.
In fact it even had a an option for color T.V., which I didn't posses until the end of the decade. My friend Darren did, he also had one. He was hooked as well, he would eventually pass on from it. But we had a ball for a long time with it. He was one of my best neighborhood friends. He lived right around the corner in the newer development.
So new the tree's weren't even old. They still had 2 pieces of wood next to them to allow them to grow straight. And unlike my development, all the houses were 2 stories. A big deal in my young eyes. I think that is where I got the concept of people who lived in houses with more than 1 story were rich. And Darren's family was rather well off. But this isn't about that.
It was an essential gaming system. You can find pictures of it, they sell on eBay, all that jazz. I can even remember when space invaders came out. We walked about 14 miles round trip to get the cartridge. It was awesome.
The thing you need to know is this, kids weren't as idle as they are now. Mothers were always sending you outside for fresh air. And that was grand as well. Maybe we'll touch on that later.
I would eventually wind up with a huge collection of cartridges. I really really loved gaming. It even had a joystick and a paddle. The paddle was essentially a turning nob, didn't use it in to many games.
Joystick. Reminds me of something, no not that. I remember when mine broke. I must have been buying my 3rd one when my dad asked why. We took it apart. 4 screws. The top came apart from the bottom, the bottom held the electronics. The plastic stick came out of the rubber that was on the top. Oh this is ripe for innuendos I suppose.
The stick itself was essentially a molded piece of plastic that ended in a round disc. It was the disc that broke. It always eventually broke. We knew this because it was the same place every time. So we ordered a case of them. Why? Because my dad was smart.
This was the height of popularity. For what we paid for the case, could be made up in 10 joystick repairs, for $2 a piece. Now remember this is the mid to late 70's. Money didn't just flow. And everyone was glad to have me repair their joysticks and pay the $2, instead of forking over the, let's say $20 it would cost new. Ah good times.
Next up we will have a discussion of my favorite game of all times.
-later
My life long love of video games started with the Atari 2600. Now I cannot remember the day or the rhyme nor the reason I got this. It may have been the newest piece of technology that was current that I ever received. Without it being years behind.
Essentially it was the first game console. It hooked up to your television and you could play it at home. Now I'd been hooked by the local malls video game parlor. Probably countless movies from the 80's will have one if you need reference. At the conception of this piece the only one I can think of is from the first Terminator.
In fact it even had a an option for color T.V., which I didn't posses until the end of the decade. My friend Darren did, he also had one. He was hooked as well, he would eventually pass on from it. But we had a ball for a long time with it. He was one of my best neighborhood friends. He lived right around the corner in the newer development.
So new the tree's weren't even old. They still had 2 pieces of wood next to them to allow them to grow straight. And unlike my development, all the houses were 2 stories. A big deal in my young eyes. I think that is where I got the concept of people who lived in houses with more than 1 story were rich. And Darren's family was rather well off. But this isn't about that.
It was an essential gaming system. You can find pictures of it, they sell on eBay, all that jazz. I can even remember when space invaders came out. We walked about 14 miles round trip to get the cartridge. It was awesome.
The thing you need to know is this, kids weren't as idle as they are now. Mothers were always sending you outside for fresh air. And that was grand as well. Maybe we'll touch on that later.
I would eventually wind up with a huge collection of cartridges. I really really loved gaming. It even had a joystick and a paddle. The paddle was essentially a turning nob, didn't use it in to many games.
Joystick. Reminds me of something, no not that. I remember when mine broke. I must have been buying my 3rd one when my dad asked why. We took it apart. 4 screws. The top came apart from the bottom, the bottom held the electronics. The plastic stick came out of the rubber that was on the top. Oh this is ripe for innuendos I suppose.
The stick itself was essentially a molded piece of plastic that ended in a round disc. It was the disc that broke. It always eventually broke. We knew this because it was the same place every time. So we ordered a case of them. Why? Because my dad was smart.
This was the height of popularity. For what we paid for the case, could be made up in 10 joystick repairs, for $2 a piece. Now remember this is the mid to late 70's. Money didn't just flow. And everyone was glad to have me repair their joysticks and pay the $2, instead of forking over the, let's say $20 it would cost new. Ah good times.
Next up we will have a discussion of my favorite game of all times.
-later
Tmie passes then stops.....
Other than subsisting on the stew and meatloaf the week passed. Every other night spent visiting my sister in the hospital. Nothing to memorable. Her roommate never left. Well until Thursday. And in the good way too. She went to rehab.
Of course I got the call at work. I was hoping to be back. They were releasing my sister. Well I was annoyed. I'd forgotten the cigarettes at the house. Knew she'd want one, my thinking of course was that it was a 10 minute drive and she could last.
Upon arrival met my sisters new roommate. She was ready to go home. Waited on the wheel chair and downstairs we went. It wasn't a terrible day weather wise. Maybe a little windy and cool. The nurse and her waited in the lobby as I got the car. Pulled up and we were off.
"Sorry forgot your cigarettes at home, we'll be there shortly."
Annoyed, "We'll go to the bank and get money."
Pleasant as I could be. "It would be quicker to just go home."
Getting loud and anxious, "All I asked for when I got out. Please stop and just go to the bank. I need a smoke!"
"Okay"
A slew of whinny complaints and protests continued. Really not worth the space. Turned off the 3rd main road on the way to the house. Hit the bank. Then back through town, not the way she wanted to go. I explained the traffic situation. Stopped at 7-11, placated. Back on the road, essentially had to do a circular route. The 10 minute ride. Got home about 35 minutes later.
"What do you mean you're going back to work?"
"I figured I'd get you settled and then go back. This way I wouldn't loose any time off." This seemed to make no sense to her. Once you left work why would you return.
Got her home. Situated. Some food. Then had to set up the sleep apnea machine. Time was grinding down. Get this and that. Each time I thought to leave she needed something. I called it a wash and called my manager. Went outside for a smoke.
-later
Of course I got the call at work. I was hoping to be back. They were releasing my sister. Well I was annoyed. I'd forgotten the cigarettes at the house. Knew she'd want one, my thinking of course was that it was a 10 minute drive and she could last.
Upon arrival met my sisters new roommate. She was ready to go home. Waited on the wheel chair and downstairs we went. It wasn't a terrible day weather wise. Maybe a little windy and cool. The nurse and her waited in the lobby as I got the car. Pulled up and we were off.
"Sorry forgot your cigarettes at home, we'll be there shortly."
Annoyed, "We'll go to the bank and get money."
Pleasant as I could be. "It would be quicker to just go home."
Getting loud and anxious, "All I asked for when I got out. Please stop and just go to the bank. I need a smoke!"
"Okay"
A slew of whinny complaints and protests continued. Really not worth the space. Turned off the 3rd main road on the way to the house. Hit the bank. Then back through town, not the way she wanted to go. I explained the traffic situation. Stopped at 7-11, placated. Back on the road, essentially had to do a circular route. The 10 minute ride. Got home about 35 minutes later.
"What do you mean you're going back to work?"
"I figured I'd get you settled and then go back. This way I wouldn't loose any time off." This seemed to make no sense to her. Once you left work why would you return.
Got her home. Situated. Some food. Then had to set up the sleep apnea machine. Time was grinding down. Get this and that. Each time I thought to leave she needed something. I called it a wash and called my manager. Went outside for a smoke.
-later
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