After November 5, 2024

 On November 5, 2024, the people spoke.   They gave the 47th presidency back to Donald J Trump.   After 4 years of runaway spending, war,  inflation, illegal border crossings, two assassination attempts, lawfare against a Presidential candidate, wild indictments,  a litany of other failures and incessant lies by both government and mainstream media about how bad DJT was, normal folks decided they'd had quite enough.   All the damage to the country that was done was all thanks to Joe Biden and Kamala Harris.  We have all paid for the Biden/Harris era--look at your receipts--all of us have paid higher prices for the last 4 years.    Now, democrats have been convinced by the mainstream that their rights are going to be snatched from them.  President Trump didn't do it during his  first term and he's not going to do it this time.  Now, all the liars in corporate/mainstream media are melting down and are worried that their million dollar jobs aren't going to be around much longer.  The opinion makers no longer matter in the scheme of things. [Most] people saw through the lies.    Anyone who believes that what the legacy media has reported is fair and balanced needs to seriously re-evaluate their belief system. WE HAVE ALL BEEN LIED TO.  We lost our common sense and our minds for the full duration of the Biden Era.  

As family, we aren't required to discuss our politics and politics should not be the be all and end all of familial relationships.  

When I announced on Facebook in 2016 that I had voted for Trump I did not expect such a backlash.   I didn't think anyone would care how I voted because I didn't care how THEY voted.  Their vote did not signify my feelings for them and, I thought, vice versa.

When we were younger, politics didn't matter one way or the other and it still shouldn't.  But, they (meaning our government) wanted us to be divided and they did a bang up job of it.   But, with all of us, the years are going by and we are not getting any younger.   This is what it means to be thrown away:  it isn't a good feeling.

Just my two cents worth.

Tom

SPAGHETTI W/MEATBALLS vs LASAGNA

.   Back in 2016, I had a plate of lasagna.  When some of my out-of-state family found out I'd eaten lasagna, they turned against me because I, like them, didn't go ga-ga for spaghetti and meatballs.  It caused an instant rift in the family dynamics.  I was being persecuted because I didn't care as much for spaghetti and meatballs as I did lasagna.   The difference between the spaghetti eaters and lasagna eaters is this:  you don't turn against someone because  but that's how things have turned out.    When what someone eats goes against what you believe to be more delicious, so what?   NONE of us shouldn't care one way or the other. 

You think in your later years that all the family can get along with each other--because time is shorter for some of us than others--and we all know who I'm talking about.

The only way out of this is to acknowledge the differences between the spaghetti eaters and lasagna eaters and get on with the rest of your life.   The price of all of this is too high.  It's not the way I expected things to turn out.

  But, see, that's how Chef Boyardee has separated us--and he did one hell of a job.

  HAPPY 4TH OF JULY

High School Reunions

How do I feel about high school class reunions?   I've heard it said that if you had good memories, by all means go.  If you don't have good memories, don't go.   I'm in the "don't go" category.  

There's not enough Xanax on this planet to make me sit through one of these "good old days" debacles--now or ever.

There are reasons that you aren't in touch with someone for decades.  It is for those reasons, I will leave well enough alone.

 

Posted May 12, 2024

A1C - November 6 2023 - 11.7

A1C - February 6, 2024 -            7.0

 

May 11, 1963 - May 11, 2023

It was May 11, 1963.  Saturday morning.  Mom, Kathy, and I lived in Virginia Beach, Virginia.  Mom was 26, Kat was 6, and I was 7--almost 8.  Our landlady, June Terrell, knocked on the front door and on the windows.  She had sad news for us:  dad's mother, Jewel Davis, died that morning in the hospital in Andalusia, Alabama.   Dad was in the Navy and was stationed overseas.  Granny's was the first funeral I had ever been to.  I couldn't understand all the strange faces at Good Hope Primitive Baptist Church.  They held Granny's wake at her parents, Winfield and Jessie Smith.  That waa  sixty years ago.   I remember them removing her violet casket from the church to the hearse to the graveside.  And, in the years since, have had flashbacks of that when at the graveyard at Good Hope.  I have few memories of Granny; I remember what a good cook she was.  She was a wonderful cook.  I especially remember her sugar cookies, caramel cakes, and buttermilk biscuits.  You could look at me back then and know there wasn't much I didn't like.  She even made a fudge sauce for the biscuits.  I think that was a Davis creation.  They had well water and it was SO good; I haven't had any water exactly like that, but I'd know it if I tasted it. I guess this is it for now.

March 26, 2023

 Today is March 26, 2023.  86 days until my 68th birthday.  (Not counting, just happened to look it up.)  Going to see Dr. Day tomorrow about having my right big toenail removed;  it has never healed in all these years and I am hoping that this will finally remedy my problem.  Wish me luck!!

UPDATE:

March 30, 2023:  Yesterday, I had the right ingrown  big toenail surgically removed at Andalusia Health.  The experience was similar to the one I had in 2020 when I had surgery on both big toenails.  Nurses told me that until the nail(s) were removed, they would not heal.  They were right, of course.  The surgery was short, I was "out" and felt nothing. I've never had trouble with the left big toenail since that 2020 surgery. 

 According to Dr. Day I have to keep the right toe bandaged until Saturday and then I can take a shower.   Dr. Day doesn't want it bandaged--need to re-read my papers on that.  I had an appointment with Dr. Yongkuma on March 10th.  He told me what I already knew about my 11.3 A1C.  He said that I was not doing my part.  Well, since then, I have lost 15 pounds and my blood sugar is starting to restabilize.  It was 220 last night and as of March 10th it was out of control:  like in the mid to high 300's and low to mid 400's.  Looking forward to a normal blood sugar reading--and a good A1C on June 9th.

Getting Older: Part 2

 This is "Getting Older:  Part 2;  what age are you supposed to look at your dog and think, "wonder if I'll outlive the dog--or will they outlive me?"