I had a great talk with my boy Riley the other day, and he and his family are doing great! His two man auto body shop is booming, their home and property are increasing nicely in value, and they have consolidated their debt.
They shop at Costco and the shelves are not empty yet. He writes off gas prices in the Seattle area as a cost of doing business. He finally has a beautiful daughter, to share with his lovely wife.
He's a good man, and I am extremely proud of everything he has achieved. Happy first Fathers Day son!
Unfortunately, his dad is not doing well. I'm drinking too much, falling down a lot, and I have weird bumps and dark spots popping up all over my body. Quite frankly, I'm a fucking mess. Think I'll bop into the clinic on Monday and see if they have a test of some sort to figure out what's going on.
I'm also looking at options that could get me to Seattle shortly to meet the baby. I have a flight booked to there in mid-September, but damn, what if I don't make it through the summer?
Sorry for the doom and gloom, just trying to be honest with myself, and the world.
Meanwhile, here's my planter these days, loving the daily watering and cleanup: