Success

to a degree. I have been looking for a way to use the big propane tanks (20 lb) and get rid of the 1 pounders that have been a problem at times on my Masterbuilt Mini 7 & 1. Well, after searching the internet, checking out eBay etc. I found one at the local Wally World on sale, along with the hose. (It was on sale too). And in the not thinking department, I only got one hose...I will need another down the road so what was I thinking, or not thinking, and didn't get two. Maybe will get Mom to ride up tomorrow and I'll pick it up. A duh moment for sure but was so glad to find them. The reason they were on sale is lack of demand. Also picked up a propane tank for use here. I have one in storage in Texas but that is no help here.

Gotta Go

It's getting rough again. I sure do need to get away and soon.

small town living
I was getting a dinner to go for Mom and me at the local cafe and had ordered a piece of pie. Fellow sitting near where the waitress was fixing it asked her "who is that pie for?" Who the hell cares..get a life guy.

In the library this morning...ol' gal comes charging up the steps and asks the Librarian "Whose truck with Texas plates outside?" Who the hell cares..

Damn, I hate that crap.

Mom always checks my plate out...guess to see if I'm doing anything different. She was doing it tonight. I had fixed a cheese omelet and divided it between our plates. She thought my cheese was harder than hers..geez Who the hell cares...get a life, stay out of mine.

Yep...time to head south.

Meltdown

I really hate it when I have these meltdowns. First and foremost it is NOT good health wise for my immune system. Secondly, knowing things could be extremely worse than they are, makes me feel quite silly for having these thoughts. I do know what contributes to them, though. Got out a few times in the last two weeks in a social setting, the old ex S.O. called last Friday night, and I still get emails of the dutch oven schedule Pioneers of the Gulf Coast are doing. You know, real life stuff, not this prisoner crap being stuck here. Mom's attitude about my sister is "that's just the way it is." What is unsaid is not printable on my part. Her (Mom's) lack of understanding just how hard this is for me also contributes to the problem. There are times when I feel really sorry for her and then, the times I don't. She made her choices and lived her life. Never had to do what I do for her for anyone else but Dad. (and that did not include emptying a pot every morning) And she signed up for that with the "I do".

The meltdown really consists of the overwhelming feeling of never getting out of here and having some years of a good life left.

OK, vented enough. The sole member of a Chain Gang signing off.

A Switch

Auctions starting up again but today will just attend a preview. Something to do. A dealer out of Philly comes out every so often as he buys properties etc. and is contemplating a move to NE which I find hard to fathom, but to each his own. Anyway, we are going to make a run to Hastings to do a preview on a private collection that is up for auction. Finally was able to get the sitter for Mom. I still feel pressure, though, to "get back". Would like to do a full day sometime but the hospital program makes it difficult. They start the day at 3 p.m. Hate to get tagged with another $120 per day at 3 in the afternoon.

Got the photos off to the place in Florida and am anxious to see how they do. Found out my Granddaughter (10) did a video of her sister and put music to it along with credits on iMovie. So, guess if she can, her Mother and I should be able to. I did put a few clips together and added some music but not exactly what we want for the family reunion, but close.

My second shipment from Wine.com due in today. Thank goodness for the internet!!! and shopping online.