I am traveling this week. No where exotic.
Just back to PA for a few days for work. It is nice to be back for a little while but I do miss home.
I’m going to a place I’ve never been to before this evening. I may be able to grab some photos and if so, I’ll post them here.
Todaloo.
Update: As promised, a couple of photos. I should have taken more pictures but I didn’t.
…a theme change!
Unfortunately for me, I actually paid for the previous theme. It had a lot of bells and whistles but all I really want or need is simplicity.
I already forgot the name of this theme but that is ok. It rocks.
I love you whatever your name is.
One year ago today I decided to start keeping a journal.
It has become something I am in throughout the day. It has evolved into a place where I keep everything important about that particular day.
I am so happy that I decided to do it and also stuck with it.
Yay me!
I used to think that the Winter time was the time that we slowed down and weren’t as productive as at any other time of the year.
I actually think the summer is the least productive time. I’ve gotten so much less done this year and a lot of that has to do with the pool. Whenever I see the sun come out, I head out to my backyard paradise where I can assure you, I am not getting things done.
This vacation has been one of my least productive. I’ve gotten some things accomplished but I could have done better.
I’m even thinking about using water beads and heating the water in the Winter time.
OK, Rambling time over…
I would start this sentence with “so” except that every time you do, I think a small child dies somewhere.
I was on the fence about going to my brother’s funeral. Why? There are any number of reasons but the main reason is that there are people there. Anyone who knows me to any extent knows that I have a social anxiety problem. I’ve had it all of my life and the only times I ever tried to do anything “social” someone else pushed me to do it.
If left to my own devices, I’ll stay away from public events. It has absolutely nothing to do with COVID-19 although lets face it, the whole thing was great if you don’t like being around other people.
The morning of the funeral I was outside rounding up some pool supplies for the weekend. I’m getting read to shut the make-shift gate and I look up to see an SUV hitting his breaks right before he T-Bones another vehicle at the intersection in front of me.
I took this an a sign. A sign that I should possibly stay at home and not jump into a motor vehicle. I don’t drive because the law says I can’t. I don’t drive because I don’t want to drive. I fell out of love with it a long time and many trucker accidents ago.
My brother was killed in a single vehicle accident. He was driving and wasn’t wearing his seat belt. Everyone else was. They lived. He did not.
In summary, I know I haven’t put up a post in a couple of days. So, this is it.
Jesus. I used the word “so” to start that last sentence. I feel dirty.
It looks like I am going to attend the services for my baby brother because in this instance, it would seem completely wrong for me not to attend.
My brother and I weren’t really close in the latter part of his life but we were close in the first half.
That is how I will choose tom remember him.
The little guy that was excited about everything. He used to be a little fireball so full of energy and wanting to try everything.
He loved riding around with me on my Suzuki Quad Racer when he was little and thought it was the greatest thing ever.
We always thought the he would be the one to go off to college and change the world as we knew it.
His life took a different path.
I believe that this path is the very reason we need to attend a service to mourn his passing this week.
R.I.P. Little Brother.
I find it immensely entertaining to read the obituary pages of my local newspaper.
Why?
Well, because of all of the bullshit in the short articles about each person. I’m not talking about wild claims of how good of a person they were. No. I’m talking about something even more hilarious.
It is the part that claims that they went somewhere that has me a bit baffled.
John went home to be with the Lord.
No. He didn’t.
He died. John went nowhere. He ceased to exist as John and became a near useless pile of biological matter. People can’t get their heads around death as a concept.
We simply can’t just die. We know all of these things. The human spirit lives on.
None of those things are true.
Death is a very appropriate word even if most people don’t understand what it truly means.
I was in a very big hurry to get my Amazon packages off the front porch when (much to my surprise) I slammed my big toe into a section of the house and broke it open.
It hurts.
It doesn’t hurt as much as I think it should which kind of scares me a little. Since I go barefoot so much, I may just have tough feet.
It was a stupid thing to do and most people would not admit their stupidity.
I will.
Found a nice history of Mother’s Day this morning.
I’m pretty sure I’ve always believed that Hallmark created it but they did not. They just profit from it which went against the wishes of the person who officially founded it in the U.S.
I live in a nudist colony. Hence the picture.
This is the first time that I can remember that I don’t recognize any of the names on the famous birthdays page of the newspaper.
Series:Undying Mercenaries, Book 22
Author: B.V. Larson
