I realized I should put together some instructions for Molly when she watches Piper in a couple of weeks, so I thought the hell with printed instructions, I'll just make a website!.
Yea, that's just what I do, so I grabbed the domain name piperdays.com and did it.
It's pretty cool and you can check it out here. The idea is that my pet sitter Molly can just open it up on her phone and know my wishes, contact information, and a bit of history about the cat she is watching.
I love the internet!
I dropped by the hospital today and picked up the records from my visit to the ER last month. Took them over to my clinic, payed my $10 and asked to see the new doctor in the house. They finally got their own Primary Care physician and Wednesday is the only day she is in.
She was terrific, went through the Cat Scan, the EKG and the blood work results. It's actually a cool thing to get your head scanned and it showed absolutely no issues. The EKG showed my heart as healthy and strong, and my blood is great in all areas. She said that despite my old ugly face I have the body of a 21 year old.
Ok, she really didn't say that but she would have if she could have. I also told her I figured out why I passed out and her eyes lit up as she awaited my answer. It's called the drinking on an empty stomach syndrome. She nodded wisely and said that sounds probable, especially since I mentioned Tennessee whisky.
So there you have it, my health in a
Back in the early seventies I was pushing my limits pretty hard and was convinced I wouldn't live past the age of thirty. As I reached that milestone in 1976 I was enjoying a bottle of fine wine in a Kansas City motel room with my Japanese wife and a hot young lady. The details of that three-way are still engraved in my memory.
Ok, I thought, there is no way I'm going to make it to the year 2000. As that New Years Eve rolled by I was walking back from a party at the local bar, good job, roof over my head, when a pretty lady I had never met came out of the darkness and kissed me hard. When I woke up the next morning I realized that setting limits was foolish.
Now here it is 21 years later and I'm still kicking. My body is in amazing shape and my mind still functions fine. Perhaps I should set a limit on 2022? Maybe I'll get laid on New Years?
Yea, I just posted about moving to Roatan, but that's just a pipe dream. I'll be down there next month, have lunch at Sandy Buns on the West End, and move on. But where?
There is nothing for me here anymore and I'm dying a slow lonely death. I really miss my boy back in Washington and I would love to see his new daughter grow up. So maybe I'll move back?
I would have to go back to work, couldn't afford it otherwise. When I left there back in the early 2000's I was a transit supervisor in good standing with Hopelink. Moved to Teton Valley where I kept on driving a bus. Moved here and drove a bus last summer. I'm in great shape, I could handle it.
Hopelink is hiring at a great rate now with sweet signup bonuses. I could rent a u-haul, put my truck on a trailer, and get the hell out of the deep south.
Right after my Caribbean Christmas cruise :-)
I'm seriously considering moving to Roatan, Honduras. Make some new friends, like these guys!
Gotta be better than hanging out alone in my little house in the deep south on Thanksgiving...
Think of the life you have lived until now as over and, as a dead man, see what’s left as a bonus and live it according to Nature.
Love the hand that fate deals you and play it as your own, for what could be more fitting?
Marcus Aurelius, Meditations
The Valley, dead to me now...
Here I am, 0835 the day before Thanksgiving, drinking bourbon topped off with moonshine, for breakfast. I woke up with bottles scattered across my table, sure enough signs of drinking last night with my neighbor Daniel, and a bottle of clear moonshine that a cop friend of D's brought over last night but chose not to join us. Too bad, I love our police.
Daniel and I were taste testing Makers Mark to Jim Beam Black Extra Aged, and the later won, I think...
I have no idea how my day is going to play out, but I suspect a trip to the gym is not in the cards...
Gravity pulls rain out of the sky. And snowflakes. And leaves in autumn. And tears from my eyes when I knew you really are gone. Where did you go?
I thought gravity pulled my mind into the past, stuck in memories. But now I know I can’t trust memories. Some are invented, all are edited. The whole web of who I am — what I’ve seen and done, what skills I’ve found — is nothing but fog.
Gravity pulls me to the future, bits of me falling off along the way. Each of us disappears into the mist of the possible. In our minds, time is gravity’s other side.
My neighbor Daniel told me he had his eye on a hat for me at Tractor Supply, and bought the last black one they had in the store today. Early Christmas present, one I will wear proudly come the Day out on the ocean.
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