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.
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
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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