This is not a journal! Or a diary!
- Thread starter jc972
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I'm heading out the door. Talk to ya in a week or so dude.
Good trip but I'm glad to be home. I got off the plane and got in my truck and headed for home and it was so nice. WAY too many people up there for my tastes but everyone I spoke to was friendly enough. Better than some that I work with anyway. I think that bunch expected me to simply 'oversee' the project, instead I changed out of the khakis and polo shirt for a set of my work clothes that I'd taken and started welding on the thing they were building. I believe that by doing that it showed them that I wasn't one to watch them work and shout orders, but I did ask the boss if he minded me helping, to which he seemed grateful but a bit surprised. After welding several hours I went to making parts on their machines. There was no way I could stand around watching them work and not pitch in myself. The next three days were the same, calling my job and reporting on the project first thing and then helping the workers. Every evening we were going to restaurants or clubs. The project was finished yesterday and last night we all hit the bar in celebration, after several drinks I gave in and one of the girls from the office got me on the dance floor. Ain't done that in years! But after all that it was nice to come home and be with the wife and kids. It feels so good to be here.
Today I took the kids to a department store to find halloween costumes for them. Then we went to get pumpkins so they could carve the faces into them. Well, they draw the faces on them and I do the carving so they can't get cut but this year I think my daughter is old enough to do her own with close supervision. Then we went to my grandparents' house and I fixed some shingles on their roof and cleaned the leaves out of the gutters. My grandfather has a medical condition and he can't do much by way of maintaining their home anymore so I try to do it before he attempts it and hurts himself. It's puts me in a bind sometimes when I have a few things to be done at both houses but I'm sure that raising me put them in a bind more than a few times. They had a great home, the one I lived in with them and they sold it to move here to be close to me and the house they bought is falling apart. I hate crawling under the house in the middle of December to fix a water pipe. I've had to do that numerous times and one day I'll get mad and just put in all brand new plumbing, just tear it all out and start over. Oh, and because the house is at the edge of a swamp, there's always at least a foot of water under their house. That water is frigid when it's below freezing outside and I hate having to crawl through it to fix said pipes. They don't ask me to fix stuff like that but there's usually nobody else to do it. I do it because I love them. There's always something needing done at their place and it seems like I just can't ever get it all done to my satisfaction. It gets kind of overwhelming sometimes but I've always made it happen, I keep telling myself that.
I really miss my dog. I thought it would get better as time goes on but I was rummaging through some old pictures earlier and found one of me and my dog taken around this time in 2004, on a bear hunt. He didn't find any bears but he did tree me a big black panther on that particular trip. Those were some good times. He was just 6 months old but he had true potential even then. What I wouldn't give to have him with me right now, 6 months old again, knowing we'd have another 9 good years together. Some hunting dogs become more like a best friend than a dog, he did.
My cousin died last night. She was 37 or 38. I didn't even get to go to the hospital to see her before she died. Pretty much set the tone for the weekend. And yesterday I spent the whole day under my house fixing leaky water pipes, so much fun I forgot to laugh but at least I was able to do it (after 3 trips to the hardware store). Then I took the kids trick or treating for Halloween, right before a storm hit. I woke up today and got my shovel and a jug of gatorade and started calling around to see where in the family cemetery they wanted her grave dug, then they told me she was being cremated. I don't have to dig a grave now, needless to say. She had such a nice personality and was so easy to be around, I will miss her a lot. She was really sweet.
BlueDays
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^Sorry you have lost your cousin, jc.:sad:
Grief is very difficult to get through, best wishes in getting through your loss.
Thank you, Bluedays and Mikey. I appreciate it. I was remembering earlier, years ago, like when I was 4 or 5 and around that time, we lived about a half mile from my cousin and her family and she would come to the house and she'd play with me and we'd go in the woods and play hide and seek or I'd walk to her house and we would ride her horse in the woods. She babysat me a few times before i started school and I always had fun with her. But I remember those times and I'm happy that I do. When my great grandmother (her grandmother-she is my 2nd cousin) was dying I was 5 and I remember setting in the waiting room with my cousin and I got thirsty and we walked to a coke machine and got a sprite, then we shared it on a bench outside the hospital. I was real sad grandmaw was dying and my cousin started telling me jokes and making funny faces and made me laugh and be happy again. It's not going to be the same without her.
Last night after logging out of the forum here, and after several glasses of bourbon, I thought it would be a good idea to crawl under my home and have a look at the pipes that I fixed the other day to make sure no more problems had developed (this was bad idea #1...). So I go and change into work clothes and an old pair of boots and get a flashlight. All was well under the house thank goodness. Then, standing in the yard in the midst of a light rain, I notice a shingle has blown off my roof. No problem, just get a new one out of the garage and nail it on and it's fixed. So I go get my ladder (this is bad idea #2...). For some reason it didn't click in my mind that I had dry dirt all over my boots that has now turned to mud from the rain, so I fix the spot on the roof by the light of a trusty flashlight, and I stand up to walk back to the ladder to climb down and my left foot slipped due to the mud on the boot and the wet shingles combined with an alcohol fog in the brain and... well... I fell off the roof. After hitting my face on the ladder on the way down. It knocked me unconscious for some time and I woke up laying face down in my back yard, in the rain. So now I have a big bruise and a deep cut right in the middle of my forehead and I will be going to my cousin's funeral tomorrow looking like this. I got up and put my tools away and went inside and got in the shower and cleaned the cut as best I could. I waited until daylight when the wife woke up and had her sew the cut shut. Nothing fancy, one of her sewing needles (sterilized) and some black thread. I must say, she did a bang up job. It looks professionally stitched. She put 14 stitches on it to close it up. Luckily, my head was still numb so I didn't feel her sewing me closed, I'm not that tough. So I'm finished fixing things for a while. It's going to be interesting explaining that to family members tomorrow but maybe if I keep ice on it and think happy thoughts the swelling will go away by then. Cross your fingers for me, huh? :thumbup:
coyote
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dude, you obviously haven't paid attention to the public service announcements about drinking and home repairs - that's what designated carpenters are for
Eek! Yeah, really. Ha ha ha lol yeah. I'm one of those guys that has to do everything himself and reading the acme instructions just ain't in my D.N.A. It gets me in a jamb sometimes. :kickingmyself:
Yeah, dude, I was real lucky and I know it. I'm still fighting off the headache from it and vision is a little fuzzy but I'm still above ground so I'm cool.
True! I love that ^^ ha ha ha
Kiwong
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:applause::applause::applause:
Well earlier I realized how much stupidity there is running amok. It's really almost sad when someone gets so caught up in their own rhetoric crap they can't see the sun shining. I'm talking about an individual that's so fanatical they can only speak incoherent babbling and snippets of lies with a good dose of their own insecurities thrown in for good measure. And when this don't seem to satisfy them, when the senseless fanatical rhetoric don't work, they go straight for insults of one's character, albeit, an assumed one on the part of the one spouting his rhetorical nonsense because he can't take the time to peek into one's character or ask questions. When he sees the insults aren't working, he retreats back under the rock he originally came forth from only to probably cry himself to sleep when he comes to the realization and reality that he has just made himself out to be a complete fool and an obscenely obnoxious individual who only wants to start conflict. I hate to admit that I lost my composure for a few minutes but it's been a long time since I've been faced with such...such... fanatical ignorance. But, to credit some others, who didn't lose their composure, they have my respect, as they always have. I applaud their self control, and hope that I can learn to be more like them in that respect.