I been pissed off and saddened that a young guy I considered a friend, made off with my major external drive, when he grabbed my computer. I thought I had lost a lot of old photos, that I've been the family caretaker to.
I was overjoyed today to find that my secondary external drive, had a backup of the old stuff. Shelby takes over my computer and the photos when I pass, now she can retain the history.
Here's your great-grandmother sweety, my beautiful mom and her two boys.
I've been moving videos and photos off my laptop today, onto my external drive, to free up space. I keep running across amazing content that I can't help playing with.
Here's the amazingly beautiful Ariella, Riley and Jess's first born. I can see her as a Lindsay Lohan someday with beautiful red hair down to her waist. I zoomed in and cleaned this shot.
I've discovered a new tool on my Windows 11 laptop, that came with the March update. I've turned it on, and now when I take a photo with my Android phone, a notification appears on my laptop and the shot is available. Sure beats connecting with a USB C cord and copying files over.
In the process I discovered a folder where all screen shots are saved and I found a whole bunch I had forgotten about, that made the blog but are buried with others.
Here's one that came from that great Nashville trip with Jessica, Shelby, Riley and Ariella.
Not sure where this was taken, but I'm getting cleaned up like this next Thursday at Erica's new salon.
Here's another, no memory of where, but I like it.
I was standing on my little porch watching campers across the creek thru the glasses, when a familiar white truck stopped out in front. It was my ex-boss and friend, Ricky Fleeman. He and his daughter Rachel have run the creek tubing company I've worked at across three different Summers.
Ricky and I met out on my sidewalk, and he had someone waiting behind in another truck. These are the guys that put together my landlords new trailer space down on his property by the creek.
They were here to turn things on for Steve, the guy that owns my place and many others around here, whose moving in shortly while his new house is built. He's got a barbecue pit down there, maybe I'll get another invite or two this Summer.
It sounds like Ricky's got a bunch of projects coming up, but Crockett Shoals Tubing Company won't be one of them. They're trying to sell it, but shutting it down for good if they can't. It was a great tourist attraction for this town and it was my pleasure to work with them over five years.
This is my 2,137th Post since I started OldManJim more than five years ago.
I'm finally, slowly, accepting that this is where I was meant to land.
You can think about how a decision here, a mistake there, has dictated your current landing, and maybe you resent where you're at?
I say accept every bit of it, own it, be thankful for what you have. Give when you can, accept when you need it.
I'm grateful to have my life long best friend as company,
On this nice day.
He was telling me how he lost his left arm, but since he can't walk, it doesn't matter.
Here Teddy is when we both were young, and he still had his arm. We were hanging out with my grandmother and older brother.
I had a couple packages of Feel The Burn Crushed Red Peppers that came with Daniels pizza the other night.
I'm making my world famous Tuna and Egg Sliders this afternoon, and after tossing the eggs into the mix, I added a package.
After mixing everything, it wasn't quite there so I added the other package and mixed again.
I love it! A perfect kick, and now it's time to make some sliders.
Great sliders, I thought about Salsa on top, but not needed, they had The Burn.
I've known my son Riley's grandmother for longer than he's been alive. Her name is Sharon, his redheaded mothers redheaded mom, and I still consider her a friend. We saw each other a couple years back and I've talked to her on the phone once since I've been here.
She's up in her late nineties, still going strong and I just want to share with the world, this photo with her great grand-daughters. Love you Sharon.
I love this shot, wise old lady sharing knowledge, smart young mind getting it!
I don't remember buying three fourths of the stuff I own. Like the two small binoculars sitting behind my big TV, that I rarely use.
I have a friend that likes to grab one as he walks through my door and then sits in the other big chair checking out Veterans Park from the open door. I gave him the smaller Bushnell's the other day.
I've decided to have a yard sale this Summer. Take all of the shit in this house that I never use, and lay it out on the grass. Why keep anything that you're never going to use again?
I need to get my life down to a lean and mean state. It's my responsibility to dwindling family on both sides of the country, to make my transition to the other side as painless as possible.
I'd actually prefer it if neither my son Riley or grand-daughter Shelby came here. They're both insanely busy, and the thought of disrupting their lives to wade through my stuff, while getting me converted to ashes, doesn't make sense.
I'll check out if their is an outfit that performs this service, empties the house out, and puts my ashes into a couple of containers. Now if I can pull that off, a Riley/Shelby quick visit to town would be OK.
If anyone did show up, Daniel could hold a little gathering next door, where the few people left in my life can talk about what a wonderful successful guy I used to be, and how I died a worthless old fool here in the South.
Riley and Shelby can put my ashes in opposite oceans, and this chapter is closed.
I've been watching these TicTok reunion videos, where people cry and embrace after years apart. I would totally lose it if my sister or any of her kids knocked on my door.
I'm totally out of touch with this side of my family. My sister brought Steph and I into Idaho and gave us a beautiful log home to live in, which we did for twelve years. We bonded with her kids and their families and now I don't know a single name of any of her grandkids.
Getting a knock and a hug from Steph would be nice, and explain why she disappeared.
It would be amazing to have any of my fourteen grandkids knock on my door, many of which I've never met. I'm working on a Summer reunion but who knows...
If some old friend or lover tracked me down, wow, but that's not going to happen.
I'm an old man living in a small house on a deadend street in the deep South, Nashville above me, hugging the Alabama line.
Honest, honorable, and helpful is my motto. I would love to connect with anyone from my life, drop by and knock!
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