I used to love listening to Rush Limbaugh on the radio at 10:00, but he died last year. Now my new favorite 10:00 thing to do is watch The View. God I love those ladies, especially Whoopi, what a stupid woman she is!
And then there's Joe!
I created these pictures with a new AI powered image generator called DALL-E. You type in a phrase and it generates a bunch of interpretations.
Above: "Whoopi Goldburg as the devil", "Joe Biden as the devil".
And here's "Chipmunk bird":
How about Hillary?
How about Trump?
How about Trump wearing sunglasses holding a teddybear?
And of course, Nancy.
Ok, Kamala here...
One more, OldManJim:
Parkinson’s disease is finally catching up with me. Several relatives on my dads side had it, and the last time I saw my brother (about 5 years ago) he was in bad shape from it. I've had the internal tremors for years now, but it's finally reached my right hand. As I was eating lunch in my truck today, I had a hard time keeping food on my fork.
I had my phone on the steering wheel so I googled it and saw that it usually begins to rear it's ugly head with a tremor in the hand. Other symptoms are feeling light-headed, losing your balance and trouble walking. I have all those issues going on. Then another bit of my lunch dropped to the plate as my hand visibly shook, and the reality sunk in.
Stumbling, staggering, afraid l will pass out with each step. I want to venture out on a road trip, but I question my ability to pull it off.
Weird shit is going on. I feel like I'm losing myself. The end is closer than it's ever been.
And I have no idea how to fix it...
Spending my fathers day with my neighbor Daniel, rocking out to country music on my big screen, getting drunk. He gave me a box to hold my truck tools, and cut out portions I didn't need with a cool hand held saw.
It's a trip having a mechanical genius for a neighbor, and friend. He broke one of my table flat things last night, from a cup slamming contest, and copped to it this morning. We hugged, shook hands, and moved on.
He's heading off shortly for a dinner with his wife and kids, but I got me a fathers day text from my boy. Not sure what happens next...
What happened to the in shape dude from last summer? Down the drain! God help me...
I had a great talk with my boy Riley the other day, and he and his family are doing great! His two man auto body shop is booming, their home and property are increasing nicely in value, and they have consolidated their debt.
They shop at Costco and the shelves are not empty yet. He writes off gas prices in the Seattle area as a cost of doing business. He finally has a beautiful daughter, to share with his lovely wife.
He's a good man, and I am extremely proud of everything he has achieved. Happy first Fathers Day son!
Unfortunately, his dad is not doing well. I'm drinking too much, falling down a lot, and I have weird bumps and dark spots popping up all over my body. Quite frankly, I'm a fucking mess. Think I'll bop into the clinic on Monday and see if they have a test of some sort to figure out what's going on.
I'm also looking at options that could get me to Seattle shortly to meet the baby. I have a flight booked to there in mid-September, but damn, what if I don't make it through the summer?
Sorry for the doom and gloom, just trying to be honest with myself, and the world.
Meanwhile, here's my planter these days, loving the daily watering and cleanup:
Man my adrenaline is still pumping! About 1115 this morning I turned on the highway that our little street connects to and spotted a bad accident that had just happened. One car was in the middle of the southbound lane while another car was across the street, in the ditch.
Two women exited the car in the street. One was carrying a baby and she walked across the highway, the other was walking towards me. I walked into the middle of the highway waving my arms to slow down the northbound traffic, which runs about 50mph to get up the hill. I stopped the traffic, and then went to the women and asked if I could help her.
Her face was banged up and she was sobbing. She asked me to take her to her boyfriends house up off the old highway. I threw the stuff on my seat in the back and got her inside. As we were driving there I asked if she didn't want to go to the hospital, and she said no. I asked if her boyfriend had a vehicle, she said yes.
Turns out he didn't. So he climbed in with the girl on his lap and the three of headed along the back roads to the motel near Walmart. What a sight we must been, two shirt less guys with a girl in the middle of my little cab.
I knew the main road was going to jam up and many sirens were blaring in the direction of that wreck. The poor girl never stopped crying and I trust that whatever family member was working in the office of that hotel could help them.
Then I drove the back roads to the tobacco store and walked down and took these shots. The southbound traffic was stopped completely but finally began moving, and the scene was pretty much cleaned up. Wow!
Adam Osborne invented the first portable computer, called the Osborne 1, back in 1981. The guy was English, drove an old vintage car, and I met him at an outdoor party in Oakland, CA.
It was an oyster feast, fresh seafood cooked over three grills, at a house up in the hills. There were about a hundred people there and we stuffed ourselves with barbecued oysters.
At one point we ran out of ice, and Adam and I drove to town to get some, in his vintage auto, and we talked computer shit the whole trip.
I keep saying what an amazing life I've lived, and this was just one more chapter...
A place in Asheville, North Carolina has just won the James Beard award for best restaurant in America. It's called Chai Pani, and serves Indian street food. The menu looks amazing, prices are reasonable, and it's only 372 miles from my house. That's a six hour road trip.
You have to wonder though, after winning this award, if you could even get a seat at the table. Oh well, it's going to be a long hot summer before I fly to Seattle in the middle of September, anything could happen!
I hardly ever eat fast food, but today I pulled into a Burger King down in Leoma (or Loretto, they all look the same) and ordered a fish sandwich and a cup of water.
I pulled up to the window and saw the sandwich presented to a cute young girl while she was just chatting away with someone and putting my water together.
Finally she opened the window and said it would be $5.80. I held out a twenty, which she finally took, and handed me my stuff.
I then drove off and started eating my sandwich, heading home. About 10 miles down the road I thought about my change. Woops! Oh well, hopefully she considered it a tip and put it in her cute little Tennessee girl pocket.
I really am spacing out a lot lately. Don't know if it's the aging process, Covid vaccinations, drinking, or all of the above.
Daily living is a challenge, but at least I'm independent with a roof over my head. In the meantime, I've made some good friends, who like to come over for breakfast:
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