Vehicles
What a week it has been. My construction career has provided me with a company vehicle over the last few decades. Before you get all giddy thinking how lucky I am, I've paid taxes on that little benefit. Leaving my construction career last fall, left me for the first time in years, without a company vehicle, not to mention a company computer and credit card. I didn't mind losing the computer. I didn't like all that (construction language) data entry anyway. I did like th
It changed
As a teenager, I would lay in bed at night listening to music. I liked the rock/country ballads from Cat Stevens, Harry Chapin, Jerry Jeff Walker, those guys. I listened to the stories they told in their songs and dreamed about what life would come. Now I tell stories and wonder if people listen, read or care. I purchased an album by the Van Zant brothers. One of the songs on the album was titled "Help Somebody". One of the lyrics from the song was "If you wanna hear God


Time is Sliding
Can you believe school starts in less than a month? Not that it matters to me, I'm long past being in school and even the twins from our second batch of kids are past attending public school. It's going to be in the mid to high nineties today, so I'm thinking about heading for the hills. Ok, I live in the hills but, I'm going higher. Elaine gifted me a new camera lens for my birthday last year. With my back injury, I have not had an opportunity to really use it like I wan
The Envelope
A few months back, Elaine handed an envelope we had received in the mail. She asked me politely, "Can you take care of this!" I was already in procrastination mode and laid the envelope on the counter without giving it a second thought. Days later, Elaine found that special place on the counter where I hide things I don't want to deal with. She found the envelope. "You haven't taken care of this letter, as I asked you." Me: I'll get to it, just put it back on the pile. E
Happy Fourth
Happy Independence Day. Let’s face it, most of us are not going to pay tribute to the men with guns that created a nation where we are free to drink and blow (Construction language) up on the Fourth of July every year. Forget the Fourth, it is only the third and my social media page (It surprises you that I know what a social media page is, right? Well, I do.) is full of people complaining about neighbors that have been blowing (construction language) up for a week. Blowin