Monday, February 20, 2017
Most of my days are good. (some are great)
The Days when I read the news on the net and start to get down, I chide myself and realize I cannot solve the immigration problem. I cannot guarantee rights to any one. I can’t even hire nor fire anyone anymore. Then I start to realize, hey, I can go out and play in my shop, work in the yard because I am not expecting a call from my senator asking my advice. Mr. Obama is not going to call and ask my advice on his future. My call from President Trump is not due for a while.
Sooooo, I am as free as a bird. I realize there is no reason for stress here. My life is actually care free.
Yesterday ‘B’ stopped our car as we drove in from the grocery store to welcome us back, he was walking his dog. We put the groceries up and started our walk. Sherry and I were brightened right away on our walk. Chad, the Scrapper down the street said welcome back. Joe, from Wisconsin, on his porch across the street, yelled welcome back. Immediately Jim across the street from England, popped out in his shorts to yell good to see you back (I love that English accent). He is the oldest guy on the street. Most of the folks are youngsters.
About a mile into our walk we met Miguel and his son riding bikes, they waved wildly like they were glad to see the old folk.
I chose today to install a hose rack by the front outside faucet. I looked down the street and Jim was out. I dropped everything to go talk. I love the accent as I said. I asked about his health and that of his wife. He is doing well for nearing 90. But his wife turns 82 next week and is not in great health. They have been in the states for over 65 years.
He is taking his wife home to England. Dementia has set in. We talked quite a while. I left Jim saying to myself, ‘Jack you are so stinking lucky!” I thought that over and over as I completed my self-assigned tasks.
Today was exceptionally nice. I heard from my friend Hank up in Charlotte, always a feel good moment. Then a message from a guy I used work with in the USN. Heck, some of my days are GREAT.
1959 Cadillac Sedan Deville.