I sit outside in the blazing heat, look'n down the road for the Fedex truck. I have parts on that Fedex truck to fix "Sally da house" ya know. At some point I must have dozed off........ZZZZzzzzzzzz.
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Hours later I waked up....niece Emma hand'n me a package full of parts. Ya see, last week the "Auto Brake" went out on "da house". But I tole you that last week didn't I? I ordered the parts from Amazon, an' in 5 days, I get me some shiny brand spank'n new parts.....plus spares. It's a bout a 15 minute job to replace the "rotten green switch", but it will probly take the old Billy Bob bout two hour. You know, fresh coffee, a lawn chair for breaks, put me on some shoes, rummage through the tool box for the right size crescent wrench, open the hood thingy....then climb in there an' do the replacement.
This is the dreaded "rotten green switch". It gets it's name from the color....I mean....like...it's green.
Today is August 6th. I have one month before I run slap out of drugs (meds). My doctor lives in Deming, New Mexico. Old "pesky neighbor" Wayne lives there too. That's where the "da porch" resides. So's I don't confuse nobody what don't know, "da porch" is where the old Billy Bob used to "go outside, sit on "da porch" sip'n up a cup an' do some think'n". Sit'n on "da porch" was bout like sit'n on the bank of a creek full of rainbow trout with a fish pole in yer hands......sip'n up a cup an' think'n.
I been think'n for quite some time....."Billy Bob, you gonna die". Well, maybe not today, but at some point in everbody's life, they gonna die....ain't no git'n round it. I ain't skeered bout the die'n part, that's easy. What I worry bout is the pre-die'n. What shape I gonna be in. Will I be in pain? Am I gonna be a burden on my family when the time comes I cain't take care of myself no more? Who's gonna take care of me? Them are the questions I ask myself every day.....an' it gets mighty depress'n think'n bout that kind of stuff.
I done throwed my last dream out the winder....not today, but a while back. My "Sally da house" r/v shelter an' patio.
I don't know bout nobody else, but when ya throws your last dream in the dumpster, ya ain't got nuttin much left to live for.
I pretty much decided to invest into mak'n "Sally da house" more comfortable.....bells an' whistles....stuff like that. I done got everthing I need, toys an' such...automatic coffee maker, a few guns I never shoot, a bicycle I don't ride, big ol' flat screen TV, 500 watt sound system what ain't been turn on for months, r/c airplane what ain't never been in the air, that r/c Mississippi sternwheeler boat thingy what sits on the wall.....yeah, I got me some toys, an' I got room for more.
For comfort, I'm think'n rip out the couch an' put in a nice comfortable recliner. Replace the microwave I cuss ever time I use it. Ya gotta beat hell out it just to get the freak'n door open. A brand spank'n new "memory foam" topper on the Number bed so's I can sleep better. A zero gravity chair for out under the awning. Lay back an' take a nap if'n I want to.
Ok...things to do ya know....Laters.
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Hours later I waked up....niece Emma hand'n me a package full of parts. Ya see, last week the "Auto Brake" went out on "da house". But I tole you that last week didn't I? I ordered the parts from Amazon, an' in 5 days, I get me some shiny brand spank'n new parts.....plus spares. It's a bout a 15 minute job to replace the "rotten green switch", but it will probly take the old Billy Bob bout two hour. You know, fresh coffee, a lawn chair for breaks, put me on some shoes, rummage through the tool box for the right size crescent wrench, open the hood thingy....then climb in there an' do the replacement.
This is the dreaded "rotten green switch". It gets it's name from the color....I mean....like...it's green.
Today is August 6th. I have one month before I run slap out of drugs (meds). My doctor lives in Deming, New Mexico. Old "pesky neighbor" Wayne lives there too. That's where the "da porch" resides. So's I don't confuse nobody what don't know, "da porch" is where the old Billy Bob used to "go outside, sit on "da porch" sip'n up a cup an' do some think'n". Sit'n on "da porch" was bout like sit'n on the bank of a creek full of rainbow trout with a fish pole in yer hands......sip'n up a cup an' think'n.
I been think'n for quite some time....."Billy Bob, you gonna die". Well, maybe not today, but at some point in everbody's life, they gonna die....ain't no git'n round it. I ain't skeered bout the die'n part, that's easy. What I worry bout is the pre-die'n. What shape I gonna be in. Will I be in pain? Am I gonna be a burden on my family when the time comes I cain't take care of myself no more? Who's gonna take care of me? Them are the questions I ask myself every day.....an' it gets mighty depress'n think'n bout that kind of stuff.
I done throwed my last dream out the winder....not today, but a while back. My "Sally da house" r/v shelter an' patio.
I pretty much decided to invest into mak'n "Sally da house" more comfortable.....bells an' whistles....stuff like that. I done got everthing I need, toys an' such...automatic coffee maker, a few guns I never shoot, a bicycle I don't ride, big ol' flat screen TV, 500 watt sound system what ain't been turn on for months, r/c airplane what ain't never been in the air, that r/c Mississippi sternwheeler boat thingy what sits on the wall.....yeah, I got me some toys, an' I got room for more.
For comfort, I'm think'n rip out the couch an' put in a nice comfortable recliner. Replace the microwave I cuss ever time I use it. Ya gotta beat hell out it just to get the freak'n door open. A brand spank'n new "memory foam" topper on the Number bed so's I can sleep better. A zero gravity chair for out under the awning. Lay back an' take a nap if'n I want to.
Ok...things to do ya know....Laters.
Cool morning, soft breeze, winders open. Waiting on gumption to get moving.
ReplyDeleteBoy howdy, know all bout the gumption stuff you talk'n bout.
DeleteSure do wish I was up there with ya in all that wonderful weather. But wish'n in one hand an' spit'n in the other.....you know what I'm talk'n bout. I'm get'n old Barney....spit more than I wish.
BB I am well on the side of making things more comfortable. As we talked about earlier this year, it is the time in our lives to enjoy the fruits of our many years of labor. Have fun.
DeleteB.B. only about 2% of the population end up needing the 100% kind of care. Most people, though slower and weaker, as they age are usually able to take care of themselves to some degree with minimal help. My husband read that somewhere and it something I hold on to. Sounds like you get along pretty good. The changes you are thinking of sound good too especially the. I hate a sticky door on an appliance.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a plan, B.B.
ReplyDeleteThe plan is in effect Wil, a brand spank'n new gel memory foam mattress topper is on the way. Of course I'll be sit'n back sip'n up a cup an' do'n nuttin till it gets here.
DeleteThat's the best way to be comfortable, get you stuff and enjoy it.
ReplyDeleteGood luck with the meds.
B.B., my doctor already told me I only have a few years left. What the heck do those doctors know anyway.
ReplyDeleteGolly, you all talk like you are OLD!!
ReplyDeleteI'll be 78 in a few days, and I don't feel old.
Get over it, and go do something.
Happy Tails and Trails, Penny, TX
When you toss out a dream it just makes room for a new dream.
ReplyDeleteGuess we all go through those feelings from time to time. I know I do. It will pass, I think!
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