WOW, what am I

  • I wake at 4:40 AM, my routine begins
  • I leave home at 5:30 AM to eat
  • At 5:54 AM I begin my coffee routine and enjoying the company around me
  • Some friends come and go while I am there
  • At 8:30 AM, my friend the cook sits beside me and we talk as she eats
  • I depart the facility at about 9:05 AM heading home
  • I arrive home, post some verbiage on WordPress
  • I complete my second phase of the routine at 10:04 AM
  • I sit at the computer, drowsy, and move to the recliner
  • I hear a knock at the door at 1:09 PM UPS delivery
  • WOW, What am I? Who am I? Why am I?
  • Awake now, a second awakening, a second life for today.

Today I shall

I have a couple of things to do today, one is to clean my tchotchke while I enjoy my slumgullion with a spot of tea.  After this, I shall find another project to engage in like some study items, or things to do issues.  I know I will be washing dishes because they are already in the washer ready for me to light the fire.

Today I shall clean my tchotchke items and enjoy some slumgullion.


My TV for tonight has been laid to sleep, I am about to move in that direction also.  I am getting my locomotion in gear and begin my migration toward that creature called a bed.  I call it a creature because it really does not treat me right, but again, I am getting used to that also from so many sources.

I remember the song of many years past, “Locomotion”.  I use to enjoy hearing it but I never tried to dance to it.

Another nut case

As a second amendment advocate, a legal permitted gun owner, and right to carry member, I am so tired of the senseless shootings and loss of life that takes place just to bring attention to a nut with a gun doing harm.  I know we have gangs with guns, bikers with guns, hunters with guns, and regular people with guns but it is not often either of these four groups is causing trouble.  I know I was a biker and I carried, but it was for protection.  I carry now for the same reason.


Being spaced

Today when I got home, I called someone, a new friend,.  So I am now sitting around wondering why I called them.  I was told that it is ok and that she told me that if I needed anything to call.  That is not me doing something like that.  She is the one that I hired as my babysitter when I had the surgeries.  When she is here we do talk a lot and we are open with one and the other.  I guess I will figure it out if I think about it enough.

Just me being spaced