GME & GFYE & HUGS all around.
We'll go into town later for dog feed. Seems Thistle suffers arthritis & this had him drawn up from dampness of the rain the last few days. Yesterday eve at feed time, I sat with him a while massaging his shoulder. He seemed to gradually step down asserting weight back on that foot & leg. Seen it hit him like that before as well effecting Brother our cat similarly.
Unfortunate regarding Brother, me and wife are now assuming Brother lives happily elsewhere, but she notes there was a black cat up on RT 33. If so, that tends to happen. We'll allow ourselves a mild delusion and say he's happy living at neighboring farm somewhere. He left Bucky, his mini-me twin in his place. Bucky is a good enough guy despite calling me prick.
Not exactly sure what else happens today. Wife luckily got today and tomorrow off. Kind of happy she has tomorrow too. Some fool celebrates living forty fours tomorrow. At this point I think feels/thinks "oh well just another year". Pretty sure he doesn't feel older, or younger. He might look twenty by now. Some of the miles he might feel about sixty. When he was five he was thought of as momma's little fifty year old in a tiny package.
He still remains the son that scares his mother. He's also the son that in a phone conversation with his mom was told he should have accepted a job offer that would have made him a ghost, listed as dead but covertly not. "Ge thanks mom, saying I'd be better off dead." She continued the conversation with all seriousness, assuring me I knew that she was right. Of course, considering she forgot and left me behind at least more than half a dozen times, and my dad left when I was two, easy enough to understand having abandonment issues and a sense of self-reliance.
Jokingly told someone that my mom taught me to live by tossing me out into the woods. "Here son, is the woods. Go live!" Then, she left and I had to learn to live. In one sense I did that at thirteen. My uncle supervised me off to myself in the woods alone for a week. He ensured I could get BSA Arrow Of Light. I did not get it though as the protocol required one being eighteen. Lost interest in BSA soon after, the notion of participation in it become kind of a pointless exercise in pointless exercises.
So, he thinks "yay, forty-four years and 'surviving' is all he knows, does". I understand sure, it's a great skill and ability to have. But c'mon look at someone like say, Gambit or Havoc of the X-Men. I couldn't have some other cool super ability like that? Nah, I just get "dude, you're floating pond scum, you survive." Oh well, could be the other. Not going to ask how though. Just as soon as I did, I'm sure I'd be given an objective example. So, nope, not going to ask.
"So far, so good, so what?"
. The garden tractor, bedroom set that we're keeping for guests, and MANY packed boxes were loaded into the truck box. We're almost there.
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