I knew I had to eat something this afternoon, and I opted for one more fish sandwich.
I skipped the tomato and heated up some no bean chili next to the fish in the oven, on the flip. Mayo on the toast, coleslaw down, topped with tarter sauce, fish layed on top.
Slathered it with hot chili, the other slice pressed down good, and OMJ's Chili Fish Sandwich, is born!
The reason Steve was able to park his mobile home in that wide open flood-plain field, and get city water, city sewage, city electric and internet hooked up down there, is because he owns the property.
He bought it after the flood and it has great access to Shoal Creek. It's the spot that our tubing outfit launched folks down the creek from. The tubing owner Ricky is Steve's cousin and his general contractor.
Steve Kilburn is I believe, the largest rental property owner around here. He also runs a large used car lot here in town called Four Sons Auto.
Steve and Ricky are both good men, and I've enjoyed working for them here. The tubing business is over and I'm sure they will have a busy summer with their rentals.
I just had a thought. Thoughts are wonderful bursts of mental energy that emerge from our being and define our existence.
Every blog Post I do evolves from an initial thought. Most times it's simply the fact that something interesting happened in my life, and I just share and expand on it, but sometimes it's so much more.
On occasion I slide down into the deep dark hole of life, and thoughts suddenly become toxic. My Posts always speak the truth, so blogging while in the hole, usually causes me to send them to the trash the next morning.
But those thoughts were online for a while, often overnight, and you can't take anything back from this Internet that I helped create.
You can hide them after the fact, but every second they're up there, lengthens their life and impact.
With blogging comes responsibility. I just spent the morning going through recent Posts, removing f-bombs and reworking edgy stuff.
Obviously I'm not going back into more than five years of content, but I'm trying to find ways of speaking my mind and my truth now, with class.
I grabbed my first shower in days then drove in the rain up to the Square for breakfast. I walked in at 0700 just as they opened.
The regular waitresses are gone, it's just old Sue and the young guy now. I had a rare cup of coffee, an omelet, hash browns and a biscuit.
Either the food in this town is just bad, or there's something going on with my taste buds. Nothing tastes good to me anymore, I only finished half the omelet and just left the biscuit alone, no gravy or butter to go with it.
I honestly didn't like the taste of the meat inside the eggs. I've recently had similar experiences with that terrible Wendys fish sandwich, a Big Mac disaster, and Mexican food I could only eat a bit of before throwing it all out.
I wonder if there's a medical condition that does affect your taste buds?
I think life is absolutely wonderful and amazing. I love and cherish it with all my heart and soul.
I've landed in some tough spots over all these years, and some great ones. I've been flat ass broke and homeless, to living well and happy.
Now here I am in my little mancave in the deep south. Respecting life, confused with it, and talking about it.
I have decided to be grateful for how I've landed now, as opposed to feeling bitter or sorry.
My little place is great, it provides for me, with a rent chunk out of my S.S. that I can survive on, while my savings are almost gone.
So here's to life! I love it!
And for anyone out there that wonders, much less cares, what my eclipse event diet was:
• Half a bowl of bite-sized shredded wheat, no fruit.
• Made one of my fish sandwichs for lunch.
• For dinner, cheese covered chili toast!
With a couple peanut butter cups for desert.
I was standing in my doorway this nice quiet afternoon, running a long hard wire through my pipe stem, when a black suv stopped out on the street.
It was my landlord Steve, our new neighbor with the very nice motorhome setup at the end of our street, while their new house is being built.
Steve and I go way back, he was my landlord from the beginning here. I worked for him off and on, transporting cars from Nashville down to his lot. He sold his deceased mothers car to Steph.
He said they're not really camper people, but our quiet little street wrapped around by a creek, is growing on them. We were both clear that my neighbors kids ride their little bikes up and down this road. He said he's made this fact well known.
It's been great to experience two eclipses in the last decade, one in totality. The NASA images that FOX put up today as the moon rolled across Texas, heading northeast, were stunning and emotionally moving.
I watched my neighborhood darken as it's edge rolled by. I felt it's energy overhead, and it started me sobbing.
Sometimes the universe gives us presents, and if we're open, we can catch them.
I had several great invites to eclipse parties today, but I didn't want to imply a favorite, so I stayed home and partied with myself. It's tough being the hot old computer scientist from the West, beating them off with my big stick.
The truth is, as eclipse evening winds down, I haven't spoken to anyone today, in any manner.
As I was wandering through my videos I came across one of our living room in Driggs. It reminded me that the rest of the house was just as amazing. I really blew it by leaving, but it was meant to be.
And here I am now...
I'm way down the well of life, deep into her heart, and she's not talking to me, just an occasional laugh.
Watching the first total eclipse to hit Mazatlan, Mexico, live on Fox. I've been there twice and loved it, now I'm simply being moved.
I had to go to my YouTube channel today to watch my 2017 experience in Idaho. It was surrounded by videos that showed my life there, and it was good.
Now I sit here alone as the sky starts to darken. I'm in the path again, it's cloudy so I don't need to see it, just feel it . Not like the direct path I was under back then, but I'll take it!
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