Today was a day of self imposed rest, sickness and trying to understand that Hunter is special. Number of screaming jags today, many. Hunter has no sleep pattern formed nor can you say, “Nap time Hunter.” He can’t sit quietly with you because he just can’t remain quiet for a moment. You call to him from behind, “Hunter! Hunter!” He doesn’t know his name and still Elena tries to tell us that he does. He doesn’t…
Little Hunter is a very picky eater to say the least. All they can feed him is mac and cheese. I’m not about to say anything because they are emotionally, physically and spiritually holding on by their teeth. Today, I dragged myself to take them to this massive mall in Passaic. It’s the one that still closes on Sundays due to the county’s blue laws. I dropped them off and said, “If you want me to go with you three, then be prepared for a big scene when the paramedics have to work on me. I sat in the car and waited…
At some point, Chris finally got it thru his brain that I wasn’t faking. Maybe when I began to cough and nearly threw up was his clue. Yes, they walked around that spending cavern for a couple of hours while I rested and wondered if I could magically head back west… It was a lousy day. This too will pass
Chris and I were at this Home Depot in Passaic and these guys started to tell me to move on with my cart. I had never contacted them before or so I thought. These roughens were talking loud and saying how I had stolen their cart. I turned and said, “Are you guys having a problem?” They turned and said, “Your psycho son stole our cart!” I replied, “Yeah I’m sorry he just got out of San Quentin in California for attempted murder while robbing a check cashing store. Here he comes. I’m sorry for you guys. Ten years changes a man inside.”
These two guys were pretty big and could easily taken both of us. I then said, “Let me see if he’ll apologize to you though he doesn’t do it much. Wait!” They moved fast and disappeared into the busy shopping cart crowd. Chris came up to me and said, “You having problems with those guys? I scared the sh*t out of them! I don’t care. I told them, ‘You’re not talking like that around my son.” I showed them my teeth and picked up a piece of rebar, they ran.” Accidentally he had taken their empty cart, when confronted he does what he always does, act crazy. I told them you got out of San Quentin.” We went to Friendlys and had a root beer float. This too will pass
I want to gross you out so I’ll spare you the selfie. The other day I had a fever and I felt like death warmed over. Yesterday attributed my feeling crummy on jet lag and no sleep. This morning I woke up with a burning mouth; it was as if I had eaten a boiling hot pizza slice. You know the feeling.
Finally I said, you need to be seen. I called Health Net and after 20 minutes of recorded public service announcements of limiting my alcohol intake and to stop smoking, the advice nurse told me to get to an urgent care center. I walked in, signed the required papers and thirty minutes later I had a prescription in hand and a diagnosis. I had been taking what were high doses for my right ear swelling and that affected my immune system…
I’m taking it slow and trying to do grandpa things without exerting a lot of energy… This too will pass
As Hunter gets older, Chris and Elena have noticed he has autism of some form. I showed up this morning and Hunter didn’t have a clue who I was. That doesn’t make him have autism but he still hasn’t said a word, not a mama or dada. This morning as I was mowing the lawn Chris said, “With Elena pregnant and Hunter a special needs kid, I have no time to mow anything.” I replied, “I know but don’t listen to your mom when she says, ‘He just needs Jesus.”
I added, “If she had gotten help for Matthew when he was a minor, just maybe Matt wouldn’t have had a total break from reality and wouldn’t in a County jail cell, as we speak. Jesus would have said get to a doctor and I’ll do what I can for him spiritually. Jesus wasn’t an egotistical moron.” We both chuckled.
Unfortunately from now on, he’ll be that special kid that takes the little yellow bus and goes into thatspecial class when everyone else is taking Spanish, French or German. Who knows what will trigger the scream-fest or rigid body motions. He’s not at the point where he can’t sit quietly for a moment but he take five minute naps randomly and he literally wearing out his exhausted parents. I could end this post saying how maybe he’ll be sevant of sorts but that’s just wishful thinking. Now the second one is on its way around late December… This too will pass
That’s the old terminal at SFO, they finally moved the runway control tower to new location multimillion dollar gleaming facility. The tired old gray structure was used in so many movies. How about Bullitt with Steve McQueen where in the final scene there’s a shoot out in the arrival area. Ahhh, those were the days when you could see your loved one off at the gate.
Life was much more simple then, America was stuck in a war far away but unless you watched Walter Cronkite showing us the nightly body count, it didn’t affect you. The only thing we needed to be worried about back then were those damn hippies. My mother always told me to stay away from them because, well I don’t remember what they would do but it was better to be safe than sorry.
Yes, the old terminal at SFO saw a lot of people pass thru its portals. I just noticed the area where you could go outside and watch the planes land. I used to take my sons to where the planes would take off from. They loved how the hot exhaust would knock them over. Now there is a 20 foot high fence surrounding the area. No times were simpler back then… This too will pass
I’m sick! Rob had been sick for a few days and guess what? I have cough. Last night I had a fever. I barely made it back to the RV. I know what Chris will say, “Why did you come here if you are sick?!” I know it’s wishful thinking but maybe I’ll make miraculous recovery by the time I get off the plane.
Yesterday, my day’s labor included sleeping in my truck. This too will pass
Has Oakland California come to this? A land of homeless encampments and poverty. Most of these makeshift shelters have been built by those souls already on the fringe. Matt, prior to being incarcerated, probably lived in San Diego’s industrial area like this. These people are night crawlers. I’m not trying to call people names but when the sun went down, their community awoke.
The woman directly across from us was obviously a meth addict. Who else would be bouncing around in the pitch darkness..? She had made a pretty good business for herself, repairing bicycles and doing tricks. Up until 3:00am she would scream out to her fellow campers, “Hey Jimmy Dog. Billy! You come over here. You want some of this?”
The three of us finished resplicing the 900 pair cable early in the morning. All the while the copper stealing perpetrators watched us work. You could tell they knew who did the deed but the street code of ethics rises above all. I’m going to say this again, Oakland is one big homeless encampment and the police just look the other way. The noise you ask? That track makes up BART’s only means of getting to and from San Francisco. All night trains in both directions would screech their existence with a mind numbing noise. That alone was terrible… This too will pass
This is the time of year when it’s already light out at 6am. I woke up and just lay there watching a couple of crows arguing. Three turkey moms led their young ones in a chorus of gobble gobble. A deer mom escorted her spotted fawns of the main road and into the woods. I dropped the window shade back down and said, “I’m tired but everyone else is up. I better get going.”
After putting on my work boots, I made my way to where I had left the saw, gas and oil. If Toonce had been around he would have meowed, “Really? Do you have to break the silence of this peaceful morning? Do something less noisy.” I softly said, “You’re right Mr. Toonce. I’ll shovel dirt off the new septic field black plastic.”
I shoveled and pulled back the plastic little by little for about two hours. Now I’m totally spent. My first job was a fiber drop job which took about three hours. I’m sitting in this Starbucks at Broadway and 8th trying to regain my energy. There was a time when I would have dug a three foot trench and then done a day’s work… This too will pass
The recent killing of people at Ms. Grande’s concert venue tells me one thing, ISIS fighters and their spokesmen are morons. You would think, killing a dozen young people attending a concert would be a lousy public relations stunt. No one likes the brutality ISIS is known for and this certainly won’t help their image.
The British police just arrested a 23 year old man in connection with the bombing. With that one act, that man just made his remaining days on this planet a living hell. Camera footage will be scrutinized over the coming days and God have mercy on the security guard who let that backpack get thru the checkpoint.
Another thing, if this had happened here in these United States of America, Marshall Law would be imposed. I’m sure The Orange One will make a stern comment about radical Islam and of how we need to keep our borders secure. I do know another thing, the killing of those teenagers was totally senseless and nothing will have been solved by that act… ISIS isn’t known for bake sales nor fundraisers to support their cause, they’re known for death. If fear is all they wanted to instill, then they did their job… This too will pass