Trying to rejoin society is tough...

 Made a mistake, got new coffee started and then hit the Face book rabbit hole. An hour missing from my day not caused by Day Savings Time.

   Then I departed for the post to check on one of my medicines, and it hadn't been ordered, but I am seeing my doctor at nine-thirty today. 

    So the doctor checked my BP and complaints, decided we might have to skip the Military medical service they do keep changing the rules to discourage the veterans from using their services or just to join the homeless and drug addicted in tents in parks, at state expense.  I should mention it to my Congressperson, just to cause troubles. Nah, causing trouble never fixed anything although it did make others worry. 

   Three times the mail truck deliver today, I faithfully empty it of clutter each time, no one writes anymore. Then I vegetate in screen watching.                                                                              

Blogger editor a new learning challenge ...

   I will attempt to learn how to blog again, with too much help from Blogger.  I couldn't handle that first post, or didn't have the patience but this is just mulling of my thoughts. 

  My son handled the arrangements for the small party, The Venue, and we were done in two hours. My cousin, wife and son were planning to join us, but got there just after we had closed up. So they called and came to our home. They are family and we had a second party, which made my wife happy. She got to play hostess, and listen to the chatter of men and Joan in English.  They were comfortable and happy which was our intent all along. Sometimes the importance of the Glory of God, the seniority of the Senior Pastor and their Koreaness muffle the happy. Still my wife's longtime single ladies friends were welcome and happy to be there I almost know them from answering the phone. In-Ja, Hean-Ja and Bobby's Mother.  

  Looking at my picture, showed me a tired old bear that has been hibernating too long. Old memories and photos fool my internal picture of who I am, really I am no longer important nor cool, I am sure my son's ire at the fat old crippled fellow was based on his expectations of a ancient mariner (Seattle area, clever me) not what he got.

  I want to get better, so I will address my failings and improve a little every day. The rambling will stop for this morning, need that second cup of coffee and breakfast. Then to the new improved program: all rehab all the time.

Rejoining the World... seems we are all going to die, but ...

  My fiftieth wedding anniversary is today. Celebration was Saturday and we had a small celebration. My wife wanted the church pastors and admin staff invited, especially the New Senior Pastor Song.

Wedding March 14, 1972

 

 

 

Party family March 12, 2022

 

 

 

 

 

 

Third World Country in Democrat Equity every one is a helpless fool...

Since we are having camps for the ones the can't take care of themselves, everywhere, we have  become a third world country. So Covid-19 has killed everyone in Sweden .  Or our government is lying to us. 

Waking up as I see doctors... and read RWVA Appleseed forums...

   I saw two medical people on the sixteenth, one my doctor for my quarterly checkup and the second to see how my robotic surgeries are healing. Short story, I feel very normal. My wife wanted me to get a handicap sticker for my cars, one for each. My doctor was all for that, but he was more into talking about guns (rifles really) and if I had started shooting again. So surprisingly,  I am seventh stepping at my first appointment, which made the time fly.

   For those unaware, seventh stepping is sharing the gospel of safe sane shooting through RWVA Appleseed.  Today, 18th, is get the new telephone system charged up, 11 hours. before sync to our home.

  Does seem that the rains have returned and fall/winter is upon us. Be at peace...

Coming out of my illness kind of...

   Like to pretend to be gaining health and function back, humor me.  I feel fine, eating normally, wife is making some fine food, so I am blessed by the bounty in my little old life with my little old lady. We laugh at much we do and think, but no one is waiting on us nor paying us much attention.

   Tucker Carlson has written a book about the long slide in print media, journalism mainly. I will find it interesting.  I really like his three conversations a week on FoxNation.com. I am waiting for all the commercials to lessen, but am sure someone is paid to make the needed promotions so every one will know what is next.

   As I tried to fall asleep tonight, after my wife finished watching WWENXT, I started going over my long ago life from 1966 high school graduation, which was a big deal, to my parents and my uncle and aunt and two cousins. Uncle Lynn had done a cool thing, flown his plane out to the Airport and called Dad, who managed that airport once upon a time. Anyway they came to see me graduate and ignore them cause I had a girl friend. I was really a sad case of self interest. Uncle Lynn and Aunt Irene visited my wife and son when I was waiting for the elder Bush to give the Go light to Desert Storm. I really liked anyone visiting my family, they all tried to help my wife figure out where the money was supposed to go, you know bills I wasn't around to juggle.

First back from Desert Storm to an empty Ft Bragg

Wake to start the life signs in the sleeping home .. and Nation...

   You aren't interested in how really early it is, for some folks are already on the clock and punched in. The empty coffee pot screamed for my attention, gently but insisting. We are going (my wife) to buy more good grounds. The stock pile has disappeared, the President had best fix the supply chains, if he is in charge, really in charge. Here in the Great North West, home of Coffee Culture -- I take mine hot and black, and I have been told too strong. I do like Black Rifle Coffee Company, but really don't buy much Folgers seems to be the normal grind.

   I watched 13 hours, twice during recent days, like the twenty year anniversary of  9/11. We need to dwell on our inability to protect our nameless unknowns but to God.  So I watch Blackhawk down, knowing that General Gage in Boston was as convinced as the American General in Africa that his superiority would make his troops do well in indian territory. The finest Army in the world.  History just changes the weapons and the names and languages of the players. The fools are constant.  Still remember a book from long ago, titled The Afghan Campaign, great story. Yeah, war doesn't change much.

   Big day today, do I shave, dress for company or to walk outside with Covid-19, well find Alexa broadcasting my video??? She is diverted to Southern Gospel. I prepare for today's war game.