Woe is Me!

Shirl back when she started earning her fortune.

Shirl, with Jim, he insisted she save the fortune.

Shirl the day she told me I was her Heir (and she would save it all for me!)

I do not have to post her picture today after the NY trip and all the spending. It is a sad day in _________ Jack has struck out!

Todays woeful entry!........................................

Notice of poverty. (bad word) (another bad word) I called the bank there is less than a million left. I guess I am headed for the poor house. I was so depending on that inheritance. Well at least she will let me live in her back yard pretty cheap. Sometimes she furnishes meals. Wish Woody had volunteered the weapon sooner! LOL

SHHHHHHHHH We are being forced to move in the middle of the night, since we do not have the interest off the Money Market account. I am leaving an IOU with Shirl’s name attached. I hate to leave without saying goodbye. They were having coffee and doughnuts in the morning also. Well we cannot have everything, it seems.

Today is mail call. We will park the Motor home and set it up. Jump in the van and drive the 30-35 miles to pick up our mail. WE should have the first shipment of Gracefully Grasping for Dignity. You get used to getting mail every couple weeks. I was broke into that in the Navy, the Mail plane was weekly sometimes even on an aircraft carrier while we were at sea. I felt more for the guys on the (smaller ships) destroyers, APA’s etc that did not have a mail plane. Some time we would string a line between ships and high line their mail over, or if they had a helo pad our helo would carry it over. Mail is the heart of the military moral. Mail from home or especially from that girl was sometimes a God sent. She & I used to send extra secret stuff under the stamp. Sometimes she would dab her perfume on the envelope. Always on the back was SWAK (Sealed with a kiss).
If we were close to a port sometimes we would drop the Captain’s Gig in the water and the Coxswain and a bosan’s mate and sometimes an SP would go get the mail, IF it had been dropped off at the port. But mail is a priority.
Communications now are amazing for us who have went through all the phases, from ‘Number Please’, to the ‘text messages’ (which we do not use yet). The cell towers along the interstates to keep the phone in contact. Now we have the ‘CARD’, it receives the cell signal and attaches to our router, which in turn feeds Sherry and my computers. We stay in pretty close contact. We read our local paper, mainly for the obituaries. Do you read the obits?
Today we got the bad news via the obits, a neighbor, Joe Bishop passed away. I will miss him. He was a good neighbor.
Lot of bad news from home, makes you think, maybe we should……….
Nah, we will give it another day.
Nite ShipsLog
PS:

I LOVE COOKING WITH WINESometimes I even put it in the food.
When you work here,you can name your own salary. I named mine, "Fred".
Money isn't everything,but it sure keeps me in touch.
LOL