No, not the song. Just a day in my life. I took Dad to the doctor’s office this morning for his 9:30 A.M. (09:30) appointment. Dad is 89, but I would venture a guess that he could still kick the shit out of a coupla 20 year olds. I’m 63, and I am planning to be a test case for the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania. I am going to apply for a job as a Pennsylvania State Trooper. I am prolly a little over the age limit, but I can drive and shoot rings around the young kids that are doing the job now. You may see me on TV.
So, anyhoo, after the doc, I motored the old guy over to The Hair Zoo in Tunkhannock, PA. USA. Tunkhannock is my home town now for about three years. I came away from the Philadelphia area about three years back when Mom died. Shortly after Mom died, I lost my baby sister, Martha Jane Sears, who was 54. In a period of about 7 years, Dad first lost his brother, then one of his two Wiemeraners, then one of his two sisters, then his wife, then his daughter, then the second Weimeraner, Gus. Gus just went out and laid down on the lawn and died. I swear I put Dad in the grave with Gus last summer. The final blow was when Dad lost HIS baby sister, my aunt Emma Jean. Dad, my brother Jim and lil’ ole me are all that’s left. Thank GOD for the entrance of my friend Wendy Warner into our lives. Wendy is Catwoman. Even the farm cats just jump into her arms. I always hated cats. I drove down to Montrose, PA., USA with Wen a while back to get a dog, and I came home with two black cats. Now that I have them, I realize cats are really cool. Of course, Kimble’s hate cats, so we call them our puppy dogs. Piper the cat and Anton the cat. Piper the cat often jumps up right next to Dad. Piper is a real love bug, where his brother (They were from the same litter) Anton is just kinda there. Dad loves that cat up and laughs, and like I said thank GOD for the entrance of my friend Wendy Warner into my life. She is responsible for the pets we now have that bring a little spark of joy into that precious old man, my Dad. I do know that it is not good English to capitalize Mom and Dad, but I don’t give a shit, all of our parents deserve BIG letters to start their names. So I left the car running and went into The Hair Zoo and made an appointment for my father, and we drove over to Ace Stonier, Inc. in another part of town. There we put an order in for a new over/under washer/dryer to replace the one we have now, which has been dead for a while. We all die, even us old machines. I then took Dad to The Hair Zoo where the cosmetologist did a great job on cutting his hair. We came home and had some of my killer spaghetti for lunch, did a little of this that and the other thing, and it is now 10:42 P.M. (22:42). Dad went to sleep and I started writing this entry. I have kept a journal since 1970. I often thought about putting a journal up on a computer, then blogging came into vogue. Big deal.
I know not that many people are going to read this or like this, because I am not going to make them “RICH ON AUTOPILOT” like some other people are.
I am driving down to Wal-Mart around 1 A.M. (0:100). Wendy Warner works there, and we are going to have lunch at the Pump and Pantry. The Pump and Pantry is a gas station/convenience store with two clean rest rooms and great food and tables to eat. Wendy gets lunch at around a quarter to two. She calls the Pump and Pantry the “Pump and Dump.” She also calls the girl that works in the pharmacy in Wal-Mart “Dopey.” I will have some more stories for you later. I have been keeping a very detailed journal since 1970, and I may just dump years of that onto this platform. Keep your eyes and ears on me. Love y’all.