Thoughts of a Common Man

As Kathy recovers it has become evident that the one thing that changed was the routine. I’m finding that the little bit of casual time that I did have within a day is lost as I play beat the clock at work to get back to help around here. More anxiety in a world that is filled with it in the summer months because my work is going full blast. We had some movement as Kathy was able to shift out of one room and hung around the room where she could get as close to being outside as possible, and PT came around, along with the nurses, so there has been a bit of relief, but it doesn’t change my mindset as I have thought: Get up and out earlier. Hustle when I’m on a site, and get back earlier. The other change has been dinner, as there hasn’t been much of an appetite, and I found that I don’t exactly know how to prepare heart-healthy food. I made a few dinners that were passed on, and thankfully Kathy’s sister made her dinner that she was happy about. Being thrown out of my routines has been r...

Seems that Mitch McConnell is brain dead. Cue the, “He’s been brain dead for decades,” jokes, but it truly is a disgusting story. The turtle collapsed about three weeks ago, and on the day it happened, his wife took off for China. She hasn’t returned. Evidently, it was the wrong time for Mitch to suffer his fate because if he is in fact incapacitated (which he has been for a couple of years now) the GOP would lose his vote in the Senate, and they need all the votes they can get to continue to steal all the money. This is about as low as one can go, right? The man is gone. One of the dopes said: “He appreciates the outpouring of concern and is working as he recuperates.” Just lie. About a man who carried that party through the muck and mire. He stole a Supreme Court justice. He wouldn’t vote to impeach even though he condemned the January 6th uprising. He opposed Obama at every turn, saying that he wanted to destroy his presidency before it even started. The state he represented has bee...

The big wedding took place at MSG on July 3rd. We were able to catch glimpses, and of course, it set off an absolute shit storm trashing them. Jake is my Taylor Swift connection, and he is caught up in it because his girl would be considered a Swiftie, I guess. “You’ll like this one,” Jake will text. Sam and Kathy are also fans. The songs are great. There are a couple I even sing along with. I’d say I probably have six or eight songs in my library. The other thing is that I see her at games, and she’s always smiling, and dancing and having a good time. Evidently, her mere presence absolutely pisses off a number of people. “Why do I have to look at her when I’m trying to watch football?” If she’s at a game, I’m thinking she’s on the screen for about 7 seconds of your life. Some of the hatred comes from her new husband. I’ve heard that it’s a fake marriage that’s about white power and their not-so-subtle attempt to take over the world. She has mostly stayed out of politics, but when she ...

Our neighborhood sounded like a war zone. It went on for a long time too, and I thought about the good old days when people used to gather at a town park to watch fireworks. Ollie handled it like a champ for the first hour but then there were a few loud blasts that scared the piss out of me. My poor dog was shaking for an hour. And I could only wonder why. Is it fun to shoot them off? They aren’t the huge fireworks that light up the sky, they’re just little bangs. They certainly don’t make anyone go “ooh and aah”. And aren’t they illegal? And expensive? Spending thousands of dollars? Just another example of me getting aggravated as an old man. Part of me wants to think: “Ahh, let them have fun.” But they’re messing with my dog! And man, tomorrow will be filled with stories of people who lost their fingers, or worse.  You Tube will have 50 idiotic videos. Ain’t that America?

Kathy is continuing to recover and truth be told, it’s been a long 9 days. Everything out of routine. A lot of, “Can you….?” But all things considered, it’s going well. Kathy was adamant about me getting out to chase around the golf ball, and we set up her friend stying with her so I could play with Sam and a couple of his buddies. It was hot out there, but we had a lot of fun, and hitting the ball felt great. Two of the golfers are just starting out. There were some wild shots. The cart was plunked at least three times. Lot of laughs. Returned home and back to house duties, but also noticed the lawn was in need of mowing. Waited until it cooled off a little, or so I thought, but we played mowing football and by the end, I was wearing down. Tired. The kind of tired that feels good, as the day winds down, but then the fireworks started, and Ollie thought we were under attack. It’s crazy to me that every July every neighborhood turns into what used to be handled at the town park when we ...

1). The criminal turd in the oval Office made $1.6 billion last year in his crypto scam, and his cult shrugs it off by either yelling, “like Nancy Pelosi?” Or saying “He doesn’t take his salary!” Infuriating. 2). The celebration of 250 years on a national level is a bust, and it’s due to more incompetence. Years ago, the man who was president set up a committee to ensure that the celebration would be worthy of our history. Don Snoreleone disbanded that committee and took the money for that - now we have the two-bit carnival that no one is going to, and his bloated pockets are filled with our money. The highlight being he will speak in 107 degree weather and give us his weight-lifter bullshit, cry about the 2020 election, and pretend he isn’t slurring his words during his adderall laced word salad. What says 250 proud years better than that? 3). My bitches aren’t all about politics! The Yankees are in their June swoon and it’s because they are overly cautious with injuries. They get off...