 Peter Gabriel - Solsbury Hill
 Eric Clapton - My Father's Eyes
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Posted on 02/05/2015 5:02:37 PM PST by fatima
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Thanks Let’s Roll (((((Hugs)))))
“Blue Eyes Cryin in the Rain”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iMHeRaaSkg4
Hank Sr ~ Your Cheatin’ Heart
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BdAfoZrAnHQ
Hank Jr ~ Your Cheatin’ Heart
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UtGM6WBcsX0
Tanks Kathy!
h!!fatima.....#200!!
Good morning, Liberty...((HUGS))...love that tractor. It looks like a Tonka toy, a brand new one.
Good morning, Drumbo...((HUGS))
All settled and everything put away?
Good night and sleep well, Drumbo. Thanks for playing the tunes for our troops. And thanks for your service to our country. You and Mike are in my prayers.
I wish Ma. All the moving in November and December caused some health issues, so I’ve been sidelined since Mike left. I’ve been to the VA a lot and we’re working through it, including letters from the docs that I’m capable of caring for Mike when he visits (I just can’t carry him around like I did New Year’s Day when he passed out after an all-nighter New Year’s Eve “lock-in” at my Huntington church).
I had blood work and surgery consults last week and hope to have another high contrast CaT scan very soon if my kidney’s are up to it. Once that’s done I reckon the docs will arm wrestle to see who gets to cut on me first. The shape I’m in, I can’t lift more than ten pounds, if that, so everything regarding the move is in limbo and my furniture & stuff lives in two storage spaces until further notice. It’ll all work itself out eventually and I can finish moving in, I’m thankful to be here and not complaining - just feeling useless, but Titan takes good care of me.
It woulda been high tobacco, but the world’s moved on. High wine-grape vines? LOL
$5.37!
That’s what the kid behind the counter at Taco Bell said to me.
I dug into my pocket and pulled out some lint and two dimes and something that used to be a Jolly Rancher.
Having already handed the
kid a five-spot, I started to head back out to the truck to grab some change
when the kid with the Elmo hairdo said the hardest thing anyone has ever said to me.
He said, “It’s OK. I’ll just give you the senior citizen discount.”
I turned to see who he was talking to and then heard the sound of change hitting the counter in front of me.
“Only $4.68” he said cheerfully.
I stood there stupefied. I am 56, not even 60 yet?
A mere child!
Senior citizen?
I took my burrito and walked out to the truck wondering what was wrong with Elmo.
Was he blind?
As I sat in the truck, my blood began to boil.
Old? Me?
I’ll show him, I thought.
I opened the door and headed back inside. I strode to the counter,
and there he was waiting with a smile.
Before I could say a word, he held up something
and jingled it in front of me, like I could be that easily distracted!
What am I now?
A toddler?
“Dude! Can’t get too far without your car keys, eh?”
I stared with utter disdain at the keys.
I began to rationalize in my mind!
“Leaving keys behind hardly makes a man elderly!
It could happen to anyone!”
I turned and headed back to the truck.
I slipped the key into the ignition, but it wouldn’t turn.
What now?
I checked my keys and tried another.
Still nothing.
That’s when I noticed the purple beads hanging from my rear view mirror.
I had no purple beads hanging from my rear view mirror.
Then, a few other objects came into focus:
The car seat in the back seat.
Happy Meal toys spread all over the floorboard.
A partially eaten doughnut on the dashboard.
Faster than you can say ginkgo balboa, I flew out of the alien vehicle.
Moments later I was speeding out of the parking lot,
relieved to finally be leaving this nightmarish stop in my life.
That is when I
felt it, deep in the bowels of my stomach: hunger!
My stomach growled and churned, and I reached to grab my burrito,
only it was nowhere to be found.
I swung the truck around, gathered my courage,
and strode back into the restaurant one final time.
There Elmo stood, draped in youth and black nail polish.
All I could think was,
“What is the world coming to?”
All I could say was, “Did I leave my food and drink in here”?
At this point I was ready to ask a Boy Scout to help me back to my vehicle,
and then go straight home and apply for Social Security benefits.
Elmo had no clue.
I walked back out to the truck,
and suddenly a young lad came up and tugged on my jeans to get my attention.
He was holding up a drink and a bag.
His mother explained,
“I think you left this in my truck by mistake.”
I took the food and drink from the little boy and sheepishly apologized.
She offered these kind words:
“It’s OK. My grandfather does stuff like this all the time.”
All of this is to explain how I got a ticket doing 85 in a 40 mph zone.
Yessss, I was racing some punk kid in a Toyota Prius.
And no, I told the officer, I’m not too old to be driving this fast.
As I walked in the front door, my wife met me halfway down the hall.
I handed her a bag of cold food and a $300 speeding ticket.
I promptly sat in my rocking chair and covered up my legs with a blankey.
The good news was that I had successfully found my way home.
bttt
Nice, but not nearly as cute. LOL!
Sending prayers that the VA is there for you, and gets you all fixed up.
Thanks, Titan, for taking good care of him.
((HUGS)) to you both.
And prayers continue for Mike.
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