I've been eating too many UPF's (ultra-processed foods), as in frozen meal style that I consume nightly, if I remember to...
I'm working on a possible new meal routine. Legends Express off N Military makes great food, right here, with a good menu. Today I was there at 1030, first one through the drive-thru. Ordered meatloaf, mashed potatoes, creamed corn and corn bread.
Eight dollars and change, served up quickly in a nice to go box, and I took it straight home. If you eat inside Legends, even though they're very nice people, the sides are cool for some reason, and they really need to fix that.
I put half in my air-fryer for a few minutes and had a healthy homemade lunch, at home. The rest I had for dinner later on in the afternoon.
I think the food is cooked locally and distributed daily to here and their sister restaurant Legends up the road from me. The locations just turn it from fresh refrigerated food into warmed up and serveable.
I could live off of Legends food. It would be like having a wife cook me lunch and dinner every day. With just a short drive thru the Square, a few stop signs along the way, and one light.
Their catfish is also great, by the way!
Man, Parkinson's is really kicking my ass today. The shakes are bad, I take the two top meds on the market, and I almost couldn't make out my rent check this morning. It makes me wonder what happens when I can't take care of myself anymore.
My grand-daughter Shelby just told me that Emma, one of my fourteen grandkids, watches my YouTube stuff and drops by here on occasion. I'm now working on a new radical thought.
We pick a spot in the middle of America, for a Summer meet up, of every family member that would love to show up. For a couple of days, we all stay at the same hotel, bring the kids, my great-grand-kids.
Everyone pays their own way. An opportunity of a lifetime to meet their siblings and families, and meet their grand-father.
I haven't landed well, it could have been way worse, but I'm still alive and somewhat presentable when I'm sober.
If I had ended up a rich guy, I would have tracked down everyone by now, connected with them, and loved them.
But I'm not, it would take the last of my stash to get there, but it would be epic.
So, I'm just tossing the thought out into the world, puff!
I just had a great talk with my grand-daughter Taylor. I had someone reach out from the other side, and told me to do it. I found her on FaceBook, sent her my number, and she just called.
She sounded great, her voice was calm and collected. Her baby twin girls are at eighteen months, and doing well.
It makes me wonder how much family I have out there, fourteen grandkids, most I don't know. I would love to meet them all, or just talk to them before I die.
It was so nice to talk to Taylor, we both knew in a moment that we were talking real, no bullshit talk. She has a couple twin girls, that maybe I'll meet some day.
I've been driving for sixty two years, millions of miles, and I've never gotten a DUI, totaled a vehicle, or hurt anyone. I take driving very seriously.
That's why it was so nice yesterday when my neighbor Daniel called me and wanted to know if I would like to ride up North with him.
It was a nice Sunday afternoon, he'd been hunkered down with his wife since Friday evening, and he had to empty the coins from a bunch of ice houses that he maintains.
I said hell yea, give me ten minutes, then I made a drink in my insulated cup, said high to the pipe, and slid into his passenger seat. He said I stunk, I told him I loved him.
It's great to be escorted through amazing Tennessee countryside by a friend that was born and raised here. Beautiful backroads I've never been on, fun stories along the way.
It also happened the previous day, when a buddy of mine and I drove to Summertown to see a lifted truck. We talked about going to the infamous Hippy Farm, but we ended up driving back to Lawrenceburg, again on roads I've never been on, with another guy born and raised here, and stories to tell.
I'm still blown away by the free gas this morning. Maybe this was Karma's payback to me.
I've helped a bunch of people here. Four different homeless people, at least, I got Gina, the young lady stranded in Veterans Park, some ID and into a group home in Columbia.
One afternoon some polite young teenagers approached me in the park, asking for gas money. I told them I wouldn't give them cash, but I would drop gas money off with my pretty Indian friend behind the counter at TazMart.
Yea, I'm an old stoned drunk, but I'm also a nice guy. I help others, without an agenda or ulterior motive.
I would have done exactly what those ladies at the gas pumps did. And that woman pumping my gas for me was delicately topping my tank up to the top until it could hold not a drop more, while trying to reach the fuel max of 35 gallons per transaction, for just one dollar. She fell just short.
Girls, if we ever meet again, please allow me to buy you dinner!
I just got a free tank of gas at our local store! I picked up supplies this morning, then drove around to the pumps. As I pulled up to my regular number 5, two women approached me from the adjacent one, a very nice local lady and her visiting daughter.
They were just finishing fueling their vehicle and they excitedly told me it's pumping at two cents a gallon, the total had topped off at $.77, and I should take advantage of it.
So I did, the daughter moved their vehicle forward while the lady stood there holding the pump. By the time I got out and walked around she already had the cap off and was pumping.
I tried to give them some money, but when my tank was full, it was just $1.00, and she had it covered. Two tanks filled up for a buck, and we had a nice chat while the lady stood there and pumped my gas. I always get the low grade, maybe she was pouring Premium into my tank!
It was a very nice thing to do, and I told them I would pay it forward somehow. I also feel no guilt, I've been shopping there for going on six years now and I've watched my store bills almost double. Karma has jumped in and rewarded my loyalty with free gas.
A view from the chair opposite mine. A scruffy old dude, hasn't shaved or cleaned up since Erica at the Beauty College quite a while back.
This is me now...
What a strange life I live as an old single man in a small Southern Tennessee house at the end of a dead end street.
It's real peaceful, I leave my door open all day and the only sounds are the highway to my right, and my neighbors little kids playing to my left.
I have the freedom to be myself, smoke my pipe in my doorway, have a fucking drink or three, and write, and share!
And I just had a revolution! So much is made about the two person relationship that lasts forever, great. But there is a lot to be said about living alone, as a friend to a few, open about who you really are, and doing whatever the fuck you want to do, when you want to!
Without another to feel guilty about. There is no other, probably never will be. It's just me, single and all alone!
It really is an amazing form of freedom and I'm learning to love and accept it.
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