I watch the snow dump in Tahoe, and I'm sure the place I left in the Idaho mountains has been hit. The Texas wildfires have probably burnt out unknown relatives of mine.

Meanwhile, it's a beautiful Monday here at the bottom of Tennessee. Sunny, light wispy clouds, no wind, and 70°.

My door is wide open. Daniel's off today, playing hooker hooky, and man them ho's been flying up and down this street!

I don't even get crumbs, those girls walk a straight line between his door and the road. As I sit on my knees at the edge of his sidewalk, I can't get a peek up a skirt, much less a flash.

So because I have no life, I decided to see how DoorDash would handle my missing BBQ Beans side order problem.

I jumped through a few hoops, told my sad story to a text box, and within an hour I got an email from DoorDash.

If you click the image above, it will take you to DoorDash Claims. I'm impressed by the whole process there, you answer a few questions on screen as they narrow down what your issue is.

DoorDash's AI bots are then able to extract the issue, analyze the transaction from they're side, determine a solution, and execute it.

A silly message is injected saying a resolution will be sent to you in 58 minutes, implying that humans are actually looking at your issues, in a queue, and making decisions. After an hour, it's sent to you.

Maybe I'm wrong, maybe they have thousands of Dashers handling claims on their phones, in between dashes. Calling the driver, calling the place, demanding to know what happened to this old man's beans! Naw...

Anyway, they were sorry it happened and issued a $2.38 credit to my account, usable next time.

I've got me a DoorDash order going from Legends Express. Getting the Meatloaf, I've discovered they make if from scratch, right there, and it's good. Along with Mac & Cheese and Potato Salad.

There is a DoorDash new user coupon code you can use for a month that gets up to $7 off orders over $10. So I added on Bbq Beans as a side, and saved a couple bucks on the order, at $15.84.

I'm getting kinda hooked on this way of consuming. The service charges and tip pretty much double the cost, but there is no cash involved, just food handed to you at your door.

My food has been picked up according to the brilliant interactive map, but now she (Karen) stopped at McDonalds for another pickup.

I split everything in half when it arrives, one for a later meal, and the other I heat up in my air fryer.

I'm not concerned about food temp since Legends sides are always barely warm anyway. The Dashers were nice, but the order got fucked up. I picked the Beans as an extra side to bring the total down, but there were no Beans when I opened the bag inside my house.

I wonder how things like this get resolved in the DoorDash, provider, consumer world. I'm not going to sweat a $3 cup of beans, that saved me a couple of bucks, but bigger issues would be tough to navigate.

I'm not living at the moment, I'm buzzing and surviving. I can't remember the last deep intelligent conversation I've had with anyone around here.

My son Riley and grand-daughter Shelby provide me the words that keep me on track, it's all about love, family, and happiness.

And not about heartbreak, marital disputes or those that betray and abuse you.

I've been drinking smoking and writing all fucking day, just because I can, and I have no life. But what I say is very real, and the way I live my life is very honest.

Anybody that want's to know who I am, only has to ask. Or simply read this blog!

I stepped out onto my little porch this evening, to caress it with a puff of smoke, and realized how dead it feels. Yea it's quiet, private and safe, but theirs no vibrancy, no life.

Sometimes I feel like I'm the only one really living on this street. Since I landed here going on six years ago I've had some great drives around the country, two cruises, been to Belize three times, and Roatan twice.

I had an epic drive across America to hang with my boy in Seattle one Summer, while Brian and I hooked up there recently and did the NorthWest by car, fed the homeless in downtown Portland, and attended my grand-daughters first birthday.

My truck knows the routes between my place and Atlanta, Pensacola, and Tampa, well.

My heart was broken midway through this southern adventure, but I carried on, and for a guy in his late seventies, I've done alright!

But it's all catching up to me now. My physical health is quicky matching my monetary health, and both are bouncing on the bottom. Maybe I have one more great adventure in me, Omaha, NB.

Daniel and I had a fun moment this evening. He finally came over after wasting away in his chair all Sunday, feeling miserable and sorry for himself.

I've been blogging all afternoon, and was really proud that I made it up to the tobacco store for ice and peanut butter cups.

At one point I started parroting him, pissing and moaning about how his wife doesn't love him anymore, and how sad and depressed he was.

Suddenly he returned it right back, doing a great imitation of me throwing blog posts and photos at anyone I can find. Read this post, check this out! Shut the fuck up Jim!

Daniel has gone home, but sometimes in life you know you have found a good friend.

I've been thinking about death today as I walk around my little place. I'm alone with a will, that more and more just looks like possession distribution.

Death brings about disruption, and I don't want that to happen to my family. In fact, I wish you would all stay home. Unless you're in my Will and want any of my pathetic things.

I give my neighbor Daniel power of attorney to get me cremated. Use the possessions not covered or wanted in the Will, to cover the cost. Estate sale baby!

Split the ashes between Riley and Shelby, for a West/East coast beach goodbye.

Hopefully I'll continue being around for a while, just wanted to let my wishes be known.

I watched Caitlan set her record at halftime, and enjoyed a down home cooked Sunday afternoon supper. Basketball on my TV is now off, my door is open, it's 59° and quiet.

I saw something big and white run across Jeffs yard across the street. I jumped up, grabbed the binoculars, and sure enough, our albino squirrel is back, and all grown up.

Last year he was just a kid being bullied by other squirrels because he didn't look like them. He's big and badass now!

Caitlin Clark's playing her last college basketball game today for Iowa, at noon, Central Standard Time. I've been following her since she recently broke the record for most points in a game.

Now she's eighteen points away from breaking the season scoring record, women or men. I'll be watching and cheering her on.

Here's my view of the record breaking moment.

Caitlin has the ball with thirty seconds left before halftime, two points away from breaking the record that has stood for over fifty years. Other players stay back, and she slowly dribbles as the half approaches. Finally she rushes towards the net and launches one of her high signature shots.

She wants swish, nothing but net, a crowd erupting, halftime ending event while the network has the time to revel in it.

But she missed. The clock was down to 0.3 seconds and it was stopped for some penalty. Suddenly the court was cleared and somebody took a free throw shot, then Caitlin appeared and was given two free throws, on a cleared court, to break a fifty year old record, before halftime.

Thank god for the network, she made them both, but later on in the first big interview, she said she didn't know she had broken the record until the crowd erupted, because she was so focused on the game.

Sorry girl, congrats, but you didn't know you were breaking a huge record with each shot, right before the half ended that you slow rolled so you could take your big shot? And where the hell did those two free throws come from?

Gee folks, I think we might be getting played...

I have some daily rules that I live by in my little house. The two most important are to make my bed and do my dishes.

But this was one of those let the fucking dishes slide kind of day, so I did.

I rolled my feet onto the floor at 0715 this morning, and straight into my clothes, instead of my robe. I was hungry, I called my neighbor Daniel and he was on the same wave length.

We drove to the Square in my truck and had their Saturday buffet. It's funny, but I've never had more than one round there, I just build me up a good plate.

Later I ate those sliders, all four of them. Then Daniel wanders over from his nap and say's he's heading into town for Chinese food.

He came back with a container of good stuff and we both ate a plate full.

Anyway, back to the fucking dishes, two more plates and a couple of forks have joined in.

I can't remember the last time I've used an electric dishwasher, it's been decades. I am a professional dish washer, having once dragged myself from hopelessness, to a job at the local hotel, for a few years.

I asked myself if destroying my buzz by doing the dishes was the right thing to do now, and myself said hell no!

Living alone and caring just for yourself is challenging. I have empathy for those that have to work, on top of it, and sometimes we just have to say, fuck the dishes.

And do them in the morning...