memories

I remember it well, that January 6th.  Me and Ms Joy were watching live TV when the news broke about the attack.  We sat there on the couch with Pearl watching in horror when a band of hoodlums attacked the US Capitol while the business of seating Joe Biden as POTUS was trying to take place.  They were a rowdy bunch on a mission.  My conspiracy theorist friends say that Soros bussed in all those rebels.  I think not.  They were hell bend on a mission to keep Trump in office.  Mike Pence got thrown under the bus while you know who watched from afar.  He never said "stop" or go back home.  These fools came from all over the country to try to disrupt an honest electoral confirmation.  They had guns and flags.  Lots of flags.  They placed them all around the outside of the building as they scaled walls and broke windows.  Most of Congress was moved to a safer place.  

It is snowing in DC today on the anniversary of this attack.  If only the weather had been like that on the fatal day.  I have seen this crap spun so many different ways it ain't funny.  what also ain't funny is what we are facing with a cabinet full of people who are not qualified for their jobs.  The latest IRS guy is a freaking auctioneer.  Alrighty then.

I don't care if the powers that be cut me off.  I will always have faith that I have done the next right thing for myself and others ^j^

monsoon again

Lerd y'all! If there was ever a nastier looking day than our current cold rain I can't tell ya'/  At least it's not ice.  In SS this morning we were reminded about how gratitude works cumulatively.  Sort of like when you are trying to figure out if you need an A or B to even things out.  I never got a D in my life until I took German at Memphis State and I just did not get it.  I was not a math person at all so the chemistry stuff was a struggle.  Organic and quant almost drove me to drink.  I did the usual fruit fly thing in genetics and was introduced to sociology as well.  At DSCC, psych was my favorite.  The human mind and the possibilities for social change are intertwined.

For some reason people don't seem to get that.  Sometimes we want to judge and place blame because of life choices.  Some groups seek to put limits on what is right and wrong.  I have never been a follower, choosing for myself what I believe in.  God knows my heart and tells me what to do^j^  

social media

There are certain rules that I have set for myself while online.  I will express my political views but won't hate on the ones who don't agree with me.  We just don't talk about it.  Period.  Oh, maybe the occasional jab.  I've learned to just say "Uh huh." And I move on.  

Speaking of media, our local newspaper the Dyersburg State Gazette has cut to once a week publication.  A lot can happen in a week and the staff there has gone above and beyond to keep that ship afloat.  They are all talented and will be fine.  Meanwhile you newspaper acquision will tank because it's not Dyersburg stuff.  I have seen this happening over the years when my mother was a reporter and section editor.  She changed from bridal shower descriptions to recipes pretty quick!  That was her legacy to a lot of people who still have the cookbooks they published.   Even though she and daddy were in heaven when she was born, Reaves knows them through Lauren and I.   Same with her grandaddyPnoler.  They all died withing a few years of each other.  I ran over my daddy's foot when I was picking them up from Aunt Nancy's visitation.  I will never live that down.

Most writers are searching to tell their own stories in some sort of way, I believe.  It's that way for me, I know.  As far as reporting cold hard news?  Not my thing.  Think of me as the Steve Hartman of Pecan Lane.  

When I first got internet and was computing on an old desktop from DSCC  the people at AENEAS told me not to put all caps.  It's like screaming, they said.  I have always remembered that and use caps sparingly.  I give myself a B on punctuation.  Hey, I can't see the keyboard.  I see myself needing to learn the technology for voice.  I could still tell stories and not have to worry about the details.  A podcast, if you will.

Watch out y'all.  I'm dreaming again ^j^

pajama day

I rarely do it but it's such a treat to not have to change out of jammies. I have never darkened the door or a store in  last night's attire and today was not the day to start that.  See people of whatever  store you are in.  It's a particularly popular look at the chicken store.  And of course WalMart. I am currently working on the ergonomic/light situation at my desk.  I seriously need a gooseneck high intensity lamp.  The state will provide one when they get around to it.  Also a new phone if I get the paper work filled out.  Seeing the retina specialist next week and it needs a signature.  There are several other appointments on that day all within an hour.  I don't know how, but I'm gonna' try to make it happen.

My new uppers are killing me but I can't see a dentist for a couple of week.  Patti Jennings and I talk about the teeth ALL the time because she's about six months ahead of me.  I should be almost ready for a soft liner or whatever it's called.  Ms. Reba would know.  We discussed it in depth since she was a career hygienist.  

Who knows about the weather?  Everybody is going bat shit crazy over what might happen.  Could be anything from a cold hard rain to hazardous travel situation in West TN.  Thank the lort I have a carport now.  I read about a hack for windshield wipers today in winter.  Cover them with long socks! They will probably be stuck to the windshield when you go out...

It is such a blessing to me that LP is living here to watch over things.  Whe works her bum off and we are honest with each other when I wake up before sunrise and she's still snoring.  She was thinking to herself biatch go back to sleep!  No can do.  Once I'm up it's full speed ahead until dark.  When the sun goes down, I retreat to Janice's bedroom and crank up the heating pad. 

All of her plants are here now and that plus the white lights adds an ambience to the living room.  The dining room table is covered with Christmas stuff waiting to go into the attic.  That is a chore for another day with two people.  Or two strong people!  

I drug garbage to the curb yesterday and they are probably behind because of the holidays.  These Asher folks are amazing just like the previous Chad Ivy.  You don't have to buy their cans and they pick up stuff on the side.  Ivy told me some time ago that he was partnering with other Chad because of health issues related to active duty in Iraq.  Going to the dump every day didn't help.  Burn pits did it just like Agent Orange.  And you wonder why I hate war.

On the flip side, my other Iraq vet friend Joe got a couple of degrees and is now counseling.  Nobody knows trauma like a trauma survivor.  Folks often poo poo getting help with trauma or just everyday life.  My mother asked me when I began therapy "What did we do wrong?"  Nothing Mom.  Just my time to heal.  

Get your bread and milk while you can.  And keep the faith ^j^

god's plan

As previously mentioned, I started a job and had to quit on the same day because of my vision.  That led to an interview with LP for the same job and plans to start on Monday.  Ain't God good!  With that and door dash we should be able to get out of the hole sooner than later.  I will continue to look for something that doesn't require excellent eyesight such as sitting or remote work.  I can see well enough on my laptop up close to do something meaningful.  We shall see.  

Snow is out of our forecast for now but it will be cold as you know what.  I'm banking on the long range forecast of a mild winter here and praying that the propane lasts.  Right now the thermostat is on 69 and I'm wearing a coat.  Hey...you do what you gotta' do.  

I was visited by several friends on New Year's day which was a real treat because I didn't have a car.  There was no peas or cabbage or even cornbread.  Just a frozen pizza`!  Rosie slept with me last night snuggled up against my butt as usual.  When LP is here she sleeps "on" her.  We make do around here best as we can, ya know?

The anniversary of me almost dying is quickly approaching.  I believe it was January 11th in 2020 when I began the journey to become an ostomate.  I belong to a support group for people like me and it has been very valuable.  When I read posts from newbies about blowouts and whatnot, I can totally relate.  It has taken me five years to figure it out.  

The increase in crazy really alarms me.  There but for the grace of God go I.  Imagine being on Bourbon street celebrating New Year's Eve and being killed by an ISIS follower.  They are still alive and well and doing evil at every turn. Why do they hate our western ways so much? They do not believe in a loving God but only in oppression and hate.  What a miserable way to live.

As for the Tesla suicide mission in Vegas, all you did was blow yourself up.  Elon was quick to say that it wasn't the car's fault.  I reckon dude was making a statement to Trump et al.  

In spite of it all, I am grateful to be still alive.  I believe in one true God who loves all of us and wants us to be happy.  I count my blessings every day even when times are hard.  And always, I keep the faith ^j^

bread and milk

All of the weather sites are atwitter with forecasts of snow in about two weeks or less.  Please do not wait until the day before to get your staples.  Add toilet paper to the list too!  One good snow is all I need and then I'm over winter and looking for spring.  Around here stuff starts popping up in faux spring and usually gets bit.  Like the peach tree.  Last year it was in full bloom and we had a freeze that killed the potential fruit dead as a doornail.  Not.One.Peach.  Plenty of apples but those trees bloom later.  Buttercups usually start poking out during February also.  

The cold weather is blowing in today with 20 to 30 mph winds that will push the car every which a way.  Lauren is out dashing through the wind to earn gas money to go see her babygirl tomorrow.  She said she saw drones last night on her way home so we'll be watching for them after dark today.  Or not.  I might be asleep!

2025 is just around the corner and I am cautiously optimistic about a clean slate except for you know you and their agenda.  I hope I am seriously wrong on that.  For all our sakes.  I am approaching the five year anniversary of almost dying and it has been on my mind a lot.  Since the creation of my ostomy I have developed a hernia and a small prolapse.  It was hurting yesterday so I'm praying things don't get worse.  I purchased an additional insurance plan just in case there is an emergency.  It kicks in tomorrow.

Here's to a new year and new goals.  As for me, it's finding another job that I can see to do.  Seeing Reaves soon ( it's been 2 months.) and peace on earth.  I know, I'm such a dreamer.  If the weather isn't good for fireworks you can always bang pots and pans at midnight.  And keep the faith ^j^

animal house

Well, the mystery of the stray dog is solved.  He lives across the road and broke off of a chain where he was tied up.  I spoke with the owners about his condition and they have kept him up since then, hopefully not tied in the back.  Yesterday their OTHER dog got away and they were chasing her all around my yard trying to catch her as she ran like the devil dragging a leash behind her.  Lerd.  

There is a stray Siamese looking cat who has been coming around to visit Rosie.  It's a pretty thing but skittish and I have no clue where it came from or where it stays.  Until yesterday, when I saw it crawl under the house through a hidey hole.  That is not the first one that has done that.  Cats are sneaky little critters, especially the strays.  I'm not feeding it so I guess it's living on what it hunts and kills.  Probably a lot of mice and moles under this house!

So....it's duck season and the river around here is prime territory.  We woke up to gunshots early this morning in heavy fog so I knew somebody was hunting.  I don't know how they could even see the ducks, the fog was so thick.  Anywho, welcome to the country.

I began a job this morning and realized within two hours that I can't see well enough to do clerical work. Which sucks.  Once again, it is what it is.  I feel kind of lost right now with my disability staring me in the face.  I need a job but I know my limitations.  Hopefully I can get better glasses in 2025 that will help with all things vision.  I got bifocals last time and when I told the folks that I could not see the computer they said "Oh, you need trifocals!"  Alrighty then.  

Yesterday at church we had a silent meditation time for us to ask God for guidance during the coming year.  Like, what do you want to do and where do I go?  I ended up at the altar on that one because I'm pretty lost about my purpose in life right now.  I have faith that it will be revealed to me in God's time.  And I am keeping the faith ^j^