How long will my post be this morn'n? That I don't know.
This is not a good morn'n. It's a freak'n terrible morn'n. I hurt like I was run over by my neighbors bulldozer an' I'm sick like that poor damn goat was sick. He got over it. I will get over it.
I have two issues. One is my tire pressure thingy don't work right. Do I have 90 pounds of pressure in that tire, or do I have 70 pounds of pressure in that tire? Nephew Joseph's tire gauge only go to 50 pounds....that don't do the job.....after hunt'n for that damn gauge for two hours. A hunnert pound gauge showed up at 10pm last night....from a neighbor up the street. Not the bulldozer owner.
Then, when I cranked up "Sally da house", something don't sound right. There's a light on on the dashboard. The engine light, and the engine is run'n kind of rough. Tinker tinker turn on turn off restart restart....now it's fine. That took right at a freak'n hour. So this morn'n, I have to look things over....why did that happen?
So, after a few little set backs, hurt'n like hell an' maybe gonna puke again, I ain't go'n nowheres today.
Now all this stuff reminds me the time (bout 1967)....I had bought a old aluminum fish'n boat with a really old Johnson outboard motor on it. The guy swore up an' down the motor was fine. I towed that dad gum boat over a hunnert miles to go catch me some fish. With the boat sit'n in the water.....I says, "what the hell", there's water in the boat. Pull it back out the water an' repair the leak. You ain't gonna believe this....duct tape (temporally) repairs leaks in boats. Loaded up that boat with all my fish'n gear, battery an' some gasoline.....dang, it's get'n late. I missed the morn'n run of fish. I squeezes the gas filler bulb, turn the key...an' I crank that sucker up. Rattle rattle clatter clunk clunk, something ain't right. No need to say any more bout this damn boat. There were no fish caught that day.
Get'n back to reality (2014), if'n you're retired an' you ain't happy, something is wrong. Now I ain't say'n ya gotta be happy every day....shit's gonna happen ya know. But damn, I'm so far from happy that it would take me a month to walk back. My free camp'n site...I pay $300 a month, ain't all I was hope'n for. To much family turmoil go'n on. "That's all I have to say bout that"....Forrest Gump.
Want'n to go see places? I don't do that no more. Shoot, I already been all over the south, south west from Florida to California an' I see all kinds of stuff. There ain't much left. Go'n back to the same ol' places, that don't excite me neither. I don't take pictures like I used to. No pictures....no memories. Dang, something gotta change. I'm tired of liv'n in the local land fill (dumps). "Go somewheres Billy Bob, you be fine in two days".
Ok...take me some aspirin, some Pepto, lay back an' relax for a bit. Git my mind on the finer things of life. That's my plan for the day. Tomorrow will be another day.
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1pm update......Yeee har.
I got all that stuff done. Tires sit'n on 90 pounds, awning in, one slideout in, dishes done, engine crank right up....no "check engine" light, generator seems fine....I'm good to go.
Gonna eat me up a bowl of home brew beef stew soup an' probly take a nap.
And yes....I feel much better than this morn'n.
This is not a good morn'n. It's a freak'n terrible morn'n. I hurt like I was run over by my neighbors bulldozer an' I'm sick like that poor damn goat was sick. He got over it. I will get over it.
I have two issues. One is my tire pressure thingy don't work right. Do I have 90 pounds of pressure in that tire, or do I have 70 pounds of pressure in that tire? Nephew Joseph's tire gauge only go to 50 pounds....that don't do the job.....after hunt'n for that damn gauge for two hours. A hunnert pound gauge showed up at 10pm last night....from a neighbor up the street. Not the bulldozer owner.
Then, when I cranked up "Sally da house", something don't sound right. There's a light on on the dashboard. The engine light, and the engine is run'n kind of rough. Tinker tinker turn on turn off restart restart....now it's fine. That took right at a freak'n hour. So this morn'n, I have to look things over....why did that happen?
So, after a few little set backs, hurt'n like hell an' maybe gonna puke again, I ain't go'n nowheres today.
Now all this stuff reminds me the time (bout 1967)....I had bought a old aluminum fish'n boat with a really old Johnson outboard motor on it. The guy swore up an' down the motor was fine. I towed that dad gum boat over a hunnert miles to go catch me some fish. With the boat sit'n in the water.....I says, "what the hell", there's water in the boat. Pull it back out the water an' repair the leak. You ain't gonna believe this....duct tape (temporally) repairs leaks in boats. Loaded up that boat with all my fish'n gear, battery an' some gasoline.....dang, it's get'n late. I missed the morn'n run of fish. I squeezes the gas filler bulb, turn the key...an' I crank that sucker up. Rattle rattle clatter clunk clunk, something ain't right. No need to say any more bout this damn boat. There were no fish caught that day.
Get'n back to reality (2014), if'n you're retired an' you ain't happy, something is wrong. Now I ain't say'n ya gotta be happy every day....shit's gonna happen ya know. But damn, I'm so far from happy that it would take me a month to walk back. My free camp'n site...I pay $300 a month, ain't all I was hope'n for. To much family turmoil go'n on. "That's all I have to say bout that"....Forrest Gump.
Want'n to go see places? I don't do that no more. Shoot, I already been all over the south, south west from Florida to California an' I see all kinds of stuff. There ain't much left. Go'n back to the same ol' places, that don't excite me neither. I don't take pictures like I used to. No pictures....no memories. Dang, something gotta change. I'm tired of liv'n in the local land fill (dumps). "Go somewheres Billy Bob, you be fine in two days".
Ok...take me some aspirin, some Pepto, lay back an' relax for a bit. Git my mind on the finer things of life. That's my plan for the day. Tomorrow will be another day.
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1pm update......Yeee har.
I got all that stuff done. Tires sit'n on 90 pounds, awning in, one slideout in, dishes done, engine crank right up....no "check engine" light, generator seems fine....I'm good to go.
Gonna eat me up a bowl of home brew beef stew soup an' probly take a nap.
And yes....I feel much better than this morn'n.
"I pay $300 a month"
ReplyDeleteWhen? Now? With family? Wow, up my way, family charges not even $1 for anything - helping family is a privilege and show of love for each other. Of course, there are no two people alike but I always worked for free; loved it.
Dose of 1/4 tsp soda in few oz. water for what ails you. 'specially good on upset stomach.
So, when are you leaving for Georgia?
Ok Sissy....I ain't "charged" $300 a month, I pay $300 a month as a jester.....or what ever ya call it.
DeleteI was jok'n bout the Pepto. I'm a Alka Seltzer man.
Sorry. I misunderstood.
DeleteHit the road, Billy Bob, hit the road and you will feel better.
ReplyDeleteAt your house Dizzy, it may work that way. At my house, driving does not stop the pain, nor does it ease a sick "puke'n" stomach.
DeleteIf this make you mad, I'm sorry. But this is the way it is at Billy Bob's house.
It may be a good thing you are being delayed for a short while. Give you time to get over your ailments and have da House is good running order. I hope you feel better today.
ReplyDeleteThank you Gypsy, I feel the same way.
DeleteIt's 12:45....I do feel better.
Too much family can get to you, that why we like moving around, here and there. You can get some campsites in south Texas for $250 a month then just move around every once in while, new places new faces. No Family turmoil.
ReplyDeleteYes George I fully agree with you. Too long in one spot can turn into a bad case of depression.
DeleteThe bad winter weather is what made me stay this long. I don't drive in hunnert mile a hour winds an' snow storms.
Did the goat give you a germ? Hope you feel better today so tomorrow you can hit the road.
ReplyDeleteHi kristine. Yes,I already feel much better than this morn'n. I think I made a good decision. Sides that, I have no deadline date to get to Georgia.
DeleteAt least you can still get to Georgia during the Memorial Day festivities. Be safe.
ReplyDeleteFortunately, I will not be driving through Atlanta. I don't know if Alabama does Memorial Day festivities, so I should be safe there with minimal traffic.
DeleteWhile I am not a betting woman...I knew you would not be leaving today.
ReplyDeleteNo, I am not a witch (though I may act like one at times) I just get gut feelings others call premonitions. Glad you are feeling better this afternoon.
Let's hope tomorrow dawns with bright sun, no winds, and good tummy feelings!
ReplyDelete(plus a purring motorhome)
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Is the goat going to Georgia?
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