It's been proposed that this trailer I'm surviving in, be fixed up and moved to a nearby mobile home park. A retirement community of like aged and like minded people, where I can spend my remaining life. If I needed to go to a doctor, I would have a ride.
All of the things wrong with this lop-sided little trailer would be fixed. Running water, a toilet, a stove to cook on. What an exciting thought!
Or Riley could buy me a new one and I take over $300 a month payments. Along with the Mobile Park rental fee, I'd be back up in the $900 a month range, which would leave me $500 and change of my SS to live out my monthly days.
Out of peoples hair, tucked away safely in pricey Pensacola until I die. Then the trailer can be sold, my body burned up and scattered somewhere, and OldManJim will no longer be something to deal with, but just a memory.
You know what? I've put all this energy lately into sobriety, fitness, and reliability that folks around me tend to ignore, and think that it's just a fad. That I will eventually fall back to being a loser, because that's just who I am.
If I had transportation, I would be gone. A vehicle I could live out of as I travel Florida, with my Florida DL and Florida health insurance. Drive and thrive until I find a place to land. Strap my trike on the back and live off my SS. Become a real man again without anyone bitching at me, living my life as I need, until I just become a memory.
I took this shot back when I had my truck. God I miss traveling, being disrespectful to nobody but myself, and loving it.
Now I love nothing but four dogs, four chickens, and myself. Barely.
I had the day off today, so I wrote some great code with help from the Copilot and Gemini AI's.
Navigating Windows 11 and it's many system services is complicated, so I've created a new app that explains the processes, with options and copy features.
Click the image below to run it!
Three days away from turning 79, and this is where I live. It ain't the greatest, but it's my place. Well, not really, it belongs to Dan's parents and I rent it, and it sits on his property.
Life could be worse, I could be under a bridge or in a fucking nursing home, so I'm grateful. I have no bathroom, so that spot next to the spare is where I pee. The fence behind me is where I dump my morning bottle and the faucet I rinse it and my dishes out is across the driveway to the right.
I just took this shot after my morning ritual of letting the chickens out of their coup. I love those four, watched them grow up and I know they like me. I hand feed them treats later in the morning.
There's also four dogs in the house that I love. I think these are the things that keep me going.
I workout inside the trailer and drive my trike to the pool job. I feed myself in this trailer, I write Posts, watch TV and sleep in there.
I'm clean and sober, have been for some time now. I ask nothing more from life, and I do my best to not interfere with anyone elses life. Unless they're not wearing a wristband at the pool.
This is my place, until it isn't.
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