Well shoot, another week comes to an end. Well, all that depends on if'n you are retired or not. But....I have found that even though I am retired, week ends take a toll on my day. As I've said many times before, when you're retired, every day of the week is Saturday. But....Saturdays ain't always the best day of the week. There are limitations to what you can do. *Think'n bout all the businesses that close on Saturdays an' Sundays* Also think'n bout all the people out shop'n what couldn't shop dur'n the week. All the people take'n their families out for a joy ride. Wait'n in line at the gas stations. Over packed eat'um up places....stuff like that.
Ok, yesterday I mentioned golf. I seen the result. But.....I gonna tell ya right now, yesterdays golf game was a "good 'un". For my age an' my recent golf ball swak'n ability, it was a excellent golf game. Even Tiger Woods would have been proud. So there, I mentioned golf....again.
Boy howdy, I sit over there on the couch last night for at least two hour, an' I got to think'n bout, yep, you guessed it, "the rest of my life". It ain't look'n too good from my standpoint. When people get up to my age, what older folk consider "still young", you become a burden to the younger generation (40's, 50's an' early 60's). You know what I'm talk'n bout, ya cain't keep up with 'em. Ya got aches an' pains an' that's what ya talk bout. Ain't nobody want to hear that stuff.
While I was sit'n there think'n, I done figger out I ain't got many options left. It ain't like I can just crank up an' head off into the sunset an' have "tooo much fun". You know, like bungee jump'n, climb'n to the top a mountain, run'n in a marathon, ride'n the "billy bike" on a hunnert mile excursion.....stuff like that. I got other things I got to think about. Mainly a few health issues. But everbody that been follow'n me know how I handle that kind of stuff.
Go'n to Georgia this summer, I've considered that to be a good thing. I got a place to stay an' I got some kids to help me get to doctors an' stuff like that. Bring me food when I need it, so's I don't have to slave myself stand'n in front a Webber grill cook'n up some hot dogs or a slab of balony.
Go'n to Georgia this summer also has it's drawbacks. Much of my time will be just like it is here in Sinton.....sit'n on my ass do'n nuttin. The kids have their things to do....families an' all, an' I'll just be a burden on their daily lives. Man....get'n old really sucks. Well, it don't suck always. There are still a few things I can do. But not many. With my oldest son work'n out of town....he's in Puerto Rico as I type, I'll have no one to take me to the golf course for a "father son" round of golf. I'll only have visitors on weekends.
Ok, that kind of talk is depress'n. Let's talk bout something else. Did I ever tell ya bout the time I was a captain of a shrimp'n boat (40 footer)? I shrimped at night, out there with the big shrimp boats (90 footers). Out in the gulf of Mexico bout five to ten miles off the coast. Some times closer in. Like the time I beached the shrimp boat on St Joe Island. Had to be pulled off. Then there was the time out in the shipping lanes. It was total dark. I hear this "swoosh swoosh" sound (wheel wash). I look out the cabin winder an' all I see is the side a humungous cargo ship. Holy crap, that skeer the hell out me. Another time I was headed back to dock. I had to clear the Port Aransas jetties on the way in to dock. I knowed I was at the jetties 'cause I could see city lights off in the distance. I pointed at the lights. Holy crap, I had entered the jetties at a 45* angle an' was headed straight into the humungous rock boulders. That skeer hell out me too. Another time, we headed out to sea right bout dark time. A hour later we was in 10 foot swells, winds blow'n a hunnert mile a hour. Just turn'n around in them kind of seas was a chore in it's self. I thought I was gonna drown. Skeer the hell out me too. How much did I make as a shrimp boat captain? Oh, I rekon bout $3 or $4 dollar.
Plan for the day is to do a little housework. Not that it needs it or anything like that, but if'n I don't get it done, I won't be able to walk in here. I got crap lay'n all over the place. Welcome to Billy Bob's house.
Laters......
Ok, yesterday I mentioned golf. I seen the result. But.....I gonna tell ya right now, yesterdays golf game was a "good 'un". For my age an' my recent golf ball swak'n ability, it was a excellent golf game. Even Tiger Woods would have been proud. So there, I mentioned golf....again.
Boy howdy, I sit over there on the couch last night for at least two hour, an' I got to think'n bout, yep, you guessed it, "the rest of my life". It ain't look'n too good from my standpoint. When people get up to my age, what older folk consider "still young", you become a burden to the younger generation (40's, 50's an' early 60's). You know what I'm talk'n bout, ya cain't keep up with 'em. Ya got aches an' pains an' that's what ya talk bout. Ain't nobody want to hear that stuff.
While I was sit'n there think'n, I done figger out I ain't got many options left. It ain't like I can just crank up an' head off into the sunset an' have "tooo much fun". You know, like bungee jump'n, climb'n to the top a mountain, run'n in a marathon, ride'n the "billy bike" on a hunnert mile excursion.....stuff like that. I got other things I got to think about. Mainly a few health issues. But everbody that been follow'n me know how I handle that kind of stuff.
Go'n to Georgia this summer, I've considered that to be a good thing. I got a place to stay an' I got some kids to help me get to doctors an' stuff like that. Bring me food when I need it, so's I don't have to slave myself stand'n in front a Webber grill cook'n up some hot dogs or a slab of balony.
Go'n to Georgia this summer also has it's drawbacks. Much of my time will be just like it is here in Sinton.....sit'n on my ass do'n nuttin. The kids have their things to do....families an' all, an' I'll just be a burden on their daily lives. Man....get'n old really sucks. Well, it don't suck always. There are still a few things I can do. But not many. With my oldest son work'n out of town....he's in Puerto Rico as I type, I'll have no one to take me to the golf course for a "father son" round of golf. I'll only have visitors on weekends.
Ok, that kind of talk is depress'n. Let's talk bout something else. Did I ever tell ya bout the time I was a captain of a shrimp'n boat (40 footer)? I shrimped at night, out there with the big shrimp boats (90 footers). Out in the gulf of Mexico bout five to ten miles off the coast. Some times closer in. Like the time I beached the shrimp boat on St Joe Island. Had to be pulled off. Then there was the time out in the shipping lanes. It was total dark. I hear this "swoosh swoosh" sound (wheel wash). I look out the cabin winder an' all I see is the side a humungous cargo ship. Holy crap, that skeer the hell out me. Another time I was headed back to dock. I had to clear the Port Aransas jetties on the way in to dock. I knowed I was at the jetties 'cause I could see city lights off in the distance. I pointed at the lights. Holy crap, I had entered the jetties at a 45* angle an' was headed straight into the humungous rock boulders. That skeer hell out me too. Another time, we headed out to sea right bout dark time. A hour later we was in 10 foot swells, winds blow'n a hunnert mile a hour. Just turn'n around in them kind of seas was a chore in it's self. I thought I was gonna drown. Skeer the hell out me too. How much did I make as a shrimp boat captain? Oh, I rekon bout $3 or $4 dollar.
Plan for the day is to do a little housework. Not that it needs it or anything like that, but if'n I don't get it done, I won't be able to walk in here. I got crap lay'n all over the place. Welcome to Billy Bob's house.
Laters......
I hope you get to see the specialist you require while in Georgia. You have more kin folk there and they could take turns watching you should you require it.
ReplyDeleteRead your blog to my mom and like she always tells me to tell you " get it done now that your are still young enough and your body can recuperate quicker".
MsB, you know I have always listened to your mom. She has been a inspiration.
DeleteI'm at a point right now, with more research, that surgery is (almost) out of the question.
The two days of golf ball swak'n with Barney has helped my back somewhat.
Georgia sounds like a nice change of scenery for the summer, visit a few relatives and have fun too.
ReplyDeleteI've spent a few summers in Georgia with the kids an' grankids and it was enjoyable.
DeleteAs far as hav'n fun......who knows how I will feel?
BB was only a couple of putts from qualifying for the Champions tour. Ya da MAN BB.
ReplyDeleteI'd give just about anything to be able to go to the mountains in northeast Georgia.! I agree with you 100% that weekends aren't all that great for retired people. I usually stay home and off the roads, unless my daughter drives me someplace. Glad to hear your golf game went well. You still OK, Billy Bob!
ReplyDeleteBilly Bob,you just may be underestimating those kin in Georgia..I never regretted one day of being with my Daddy...I grew up in a working poor family and learned to appreciate the little things I could do for him that he was too tired to do for himself.Kids are pretty good go-fers and that stays the same no matter the age.
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