I was born in 1946, sixteen years later I had my first drink, a beer. A year later I smoked my first joint, a skinny thing rolled with seeded Mexican weed, under the Hollywood sign.

Now it's sixty years later, and my reality is coming out strong lately. The normal restrictions that I apply to human interactions, are fading away quickly.

And I like it a lot! Life is too short and precious to have it clogged up with bullshit, insecurity, or nonsense.

A couple of times over the last few days, I hit the trifecta. Running in zero bullshit mode, confident as hell because my give a shit is broken, and all that's coming out of my mouth is the truth.

The last total Solar Eclipse visible in the U.S. happened back in August 2017. There's a very narrow path where the moon totally blocks the sun, and where I lived, Driggs, ID, was directly underneath.

I was driving the local bus then and I watched people swarm into town from all over, to experience the event. Yea there were other places along the path, but this was at the base of the Grand Tetons at a very popular tourist destination.

This video was shot a couple hours before totality:

Here's the eclipse. You can hear voices rising up from the valley, in awe and amazement, including mine.

Now, as the next one approaches this coming Monday, I'm again under the path. Not as close, I'd have to drive a ways West of Nashville to be under it completely, and I have no intention to. I've done the eclipse!

Back in the mid-sixties I was eighteen, living in the last house off Neal Rd in Paradise, CA. Yea, the place that burned up in the huge 2018 Camp Fire.

I was breaking horses with a buddy and I had a favorite mare that I took for a long ride down into the canyon one day.

Usually I would let my dog Sandy, a smart beautiful yellow lab, tag along on rides, but this day I wasn't sure of the terrain so I had my mom keep her in the house. Which she did for an hour before Sandy drove her crazy to get outside, and she let her out.

I was a couple miles down into this virgin canyon, when guess who showed up on our tail? What a great nose she had, down in country she had never been in.

My brother ended up taking her down to the Bay Area when she got older. She ran away from there and was caught on one of the big bridges, trying to get back home to Paradise, 150 miles away. She was put down shortly after.

Sandy was a great dog!

My son's wife Jessica texted me yesterday to my thoughts about going back to be with them. She said I should follow my soul.

I just got back to her with a decision, I told her I would complicate their lives, and they don't need an old man in the backyard! She replied: We'll find a place and way to get you to FL so you can soak up the beach!

My family has my back, now if I can just plot a Southern escape route!

I haven't been eating much lately and I was hungry, so I hit Legends Express at lunch time, and it was hopping.

I had the catfish, potato salad, and I asked the sweet counter lady Teresa what she would recommend as the second side, and we landed on mashed potatoes. I'm from Idaho, I like potatoes.

I just had an in-home doctors visit by a 72 year old guy named Peter. He's quite experienced, and this was the best checkup I've had in a long time.

He ran thru a battery of questions, checked my chest and back thoroughly with his scope.

We talked about a lot of things, I told him I'm an alcoholic and he didn't flinch. He walked over to my vitamin stash and looked at every one of them, then recommended a couple more. He also told me some blood tests he wants done next time I go to the clinic.

Considering I woke up this morning wondering wether I was going to live through the day, he said I should make it, and probably tomorrow also. The truth is, for all of the abuse I have poured all over me, in the process of reaching almost 77, I'm in good shape.

My record showed a Parkinson's drug called Primidone that I used to take for tremors. Somehow it's gotten dropped from my regime, and he told me get back on it, next time I hit the clinic.

We are currently under a tornado watch, and I'm doing ok.

Son, if you wanted I would quit drinking and smoking right now, move into your backyard trailer, and be popa to your babies, forever!

You have a great life happening, I'm so proud and I love you all so much.

You're auto body career, second place in that big Pacific Northwest contest, is amazing!

Just say yes, and I'm there son!

On the other hand, Shelby, my grand-daughter who you know well, wants me to land with her.

She envisions me in a small trailer on a Tampa, FL beach, where I could hang with family there, enjoy my vodka and smoke while the hot girls in bikinis stroll by!

I am so grateful that my life has landed among these choices, thank you life!

So my choice is, ...

I walked out on my little porch this nice afternoon, Daniel was sitting back inside in his chair, and I let out this huge roar from my gut that rocked the neighborhood.

I gave it everything, I made it last, I let the world know that I was here.

The campers across the creek might have been concerned, for a second. I live on a short dead end street and my next door neighbor is behind me. We're all cool.

But, my landlord now lives in his new trailer at he end of my dead-end street. He and his family and friends drive by here daily.

I think today when I let out that yell, they were having a family thing going on down there.

Daniel was impressed that the cops didn't show up.

I researched my mental and physical issues today and this is what I've found.

Lewy bodies pull the alpha-synuclein protein, crucial in preventing cell death, out of the nucleus of our brain cells.

They are the bad guys, and arise in a few ailements, including Parkinsons, which affects 2% of those over age 65, and the average time from onset of Parkinson's to developing dementia is about 10 years.

Hmmm, let me see, I'm 76, I have PD, diagnosed by my neurologist a few years back, and here I am.

Lewy bodies are sucking my brains out! I love a good blowjob! but...

I never knew this until today, that Parkinson's could mess with your brain. I always assumed it was just this disease that turned you into a sad shaking person, and being in the paratransit business for thirty years, I sadly knew many.

When you finally realize that your memory is fleeting, you make it as real as you can.

I've been documenting my life here in Southern Tennessee since I landed going on six years ago. I can pick any month out of any year here and recall what I was doing then, with pictures.

Now, as dementia settles in and I experience it in real time, I'm really glad I have. Hell, I have a previous blog that covers the many years before moving here. I love to write, I'm a decades long photographer, I used to develop brilliant code and it has been a natural fit.

I'm going to keep on blogging until I can't. I suppose there will come a point someday, when I lose that ability to capture my life here on the web. I will either be physically dead, or brain dead.

It cost around $200 a year to maintain these two blogs, and they would eventually fade away when that happens. Sure, some family member could jump in and support them, but why?

I have fourteen grandkids and I've only met a few, not to mention their children. I have a daughter that I haven't seen in decades. The truth is there are only a very few people on this earth that care how my life went.

So let my blogs go, when I go!