I were just sit'n here mind'n my own business, door wide open enjoy'n 70 degs outside tamp com'n in "da house". BaaaBaaaam like a shotgun, the freak'n wind blowed my door slap closed. Skeered the hell out me....thought I was shot. The temp start to fall. In less than a hour, it's 52 degs out there an' some of it is in "da house". Supposed to get down to bout 35 tonight. Long sleeve shirt....turn electric heaters on. What the hell???
I been think'n for some time bout what I gonna do when I can't take care of myself no more. I got me 7 kids I could go park in their front yard an' let them take care of me. But shoot, that ain't what I want to do. I 'member when I had to take care of my daddy an' it weren't no fun. Drive backards an' forth between Port Aransas an' San Antonio (235 mile one way) every weekend. One weekend I pulls in the yard, walks inside an' here sits dad with a long ass "work list" in his hand. I looks at the list.....holy crap, "ya hire people to do this kind of stuff". The kids got enough to deal with without hav'n to take care of a....."a what Billy Bob"? I really don't want somebody to take care of me, just somewheres where there's somebody close if'n I need help. Know what I mean Vern?
Boy howdy, my blog posts sure has fall down on the job. I'm miss'n something somewheres. I cain't think of something interest'n to write about. I thought writ'n bout my past would be a good subject, but shoot, I didn't even get started an' there's no interest. I do this for you too ya know. "Pictures Billy Bob, everbody wants pictures....lot's of pictures". I ain't got no new pictures.
Speak'n of work lists, mine ain't get'n no shorter. Even with the help of nephew Joseph, I still have a ton of work to do. The new Jeep added to the list. The house water pump is still broke....or what ever. I ain't even look at it yet. The alternator still don't charge. Them are the major jobs to fix before I can go catch me up a 14 pounds bass. Did I mention I still got to transfer bout a hunnert pounds of stuff from "that jeep" to the "billy jeep"? I'm freak'n stuck in Sinton, Texas.
That's it for the day. I need to cook something....anything. I'm starv'n slap to death. Hmmmmm, "Billy Bob chicken tater noodle vegetable soup".
Coming along nicely.....
I been think'n for some time bout what I gonna do when I can't take care of myself no more. I got me 7 kids I could go park in their front yard an' let them take care of me. But shoot, that ain't what I want to do. I 'member when I had to take care of my daddy an' it weren't no fun. Drive backards an' forth between Port Aransas an' San Antonio (235 mile one way) every weekend. One weekend I pulls in the yard, walks inside an' here sits dad with a long ass "work list" in his hand. I looks at the list.....holy crap, "ya hire people to do this kind of stuff". The kids got enough to deal with without hav'n to take care of a....."a what Billy Bob"? I really don't want somebody to take care of me, just somewheres where there's somebody close if'n I need help. Know what I mean Vern?
Boy howdy, my blog posts sure has fall down on the job. I'm miss'n something somewheres. I cain't think of something interest'n to write about. I thought writ'n bout my past would be a good subject, but shoot, I didn't even get started an' there's no interest. I do this for you too ya know. "Pictures Billy Bob, everbody wants pictures....lot's of pictures". I ain't got no new pictures.
Speak'n of work lists, mine ain't get'n no shorter. Even with the help of nephew Joseph, I still have a ton of work to do. The new Jeep added to the list. The house water pump is still broke....or what ever. I ain't even look at it yet. The alternator still don't charge. Them are the major jobs to fix before I can go catch me up a 14 pounds bass. Did I mention I still got to transfer bout a hunnert pounds of stuff from "that jeep" to the "billy jeep"? I'm freak'n stuck in Sinton, Texas.
That's it for the day. I need to cook something....anything. I'm starv'n slap to death. Hmmmmm, "Billy Bob chicken tater noodle vegetable soup".
Coming along nicely.....
Soup sounds like a good idea on a cold day.
ReplyDeleteI know what you mean about not wanting to have anyone take care of you, but just want them to be near in case you need help. I had all but given up on thinking I could travel this year, but now that's all I have on my mind. The mind works good, it's just the damn rest of me. You're ok BB when you meet up with Barney and have someone to play golf with, go to a Mexican restaurant, exchange BS with, etc. Did ya ever think of going back to Slab City or someplace where you are around lots of people?
ReplyDeleteDon't worry about what you have to post about, just keep on telling it like it is. After all, you DID get older, more discrepid,,,LOLOLOL,, like me. I have pain in my right wrist, and hip, leg. Pain in my left knee, and shoulder... When do you get to the point of saying,,, I quit! Or, do you? When I think of my little piddling things, I always decide,, mine are nothing, compared to my 48 yo son.
ReplyDeleteanyway, just wanted to say, just post what you feel like doing, and don't worry.
The Escapees has an RV park just north of me where visiting nurses come in on a regular basis and check on anyone who needs some care. Yes, you have to be a member and I think you have to buy a small lot. Don't know for sure.
DeleteYou would have to remind my Trouble, that I DID get older an' more decrepit....thanks a lot. I had always expected this shit, but never at a young age of 72.
DeleteDD the lot is rented. That is the CARE unit and my bailout plan.
DeleteFor sure there is interest in your posts Billy Bob. I wouldn't miss one for anything! Maybe you are just having a DOWN time? That's normal for any human. Company around sure perks me UP in all ways, even though a visitor is a rarity. I'm sure many of us growing "old and more decrepit"
ReplyDelete:) worry about future time, yet I find worry doesn't help my situation in the least, so I just keep plodding on. If unable to get something done, I know it will be there awaiting my attention tomorrow and if tomorrow finds me still down and unable, there is another tomorrow...if not done then, my attention isn't important after all - let it ride, I say. I'm almost 73, caught in a web of D,L,I,&P so have decided next year, I'll be 39...like Jack Benny; and keep hoping I get lucky and have a sudden & quick exit! YeeHaw!
PS I didn't expect inabilities at 54 but you know, ship happens...to the best of us, indubitably. Please keep giving us our daily dose of interest and laughter, my blogger friend. We all love you & your words of "wisdom".
I always wonder why you do not post frequent pictures of Saddie May...
ReplyDeleteWhat is it that I am reading...you still have that POS Jeep?
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