Welcome to my world!

My life's been crazy since my Daddy moved in with me immediately after my mother's death in October 2010. My one and only kiddo headed to college at Carolina at the end of August. So...I lived on my own, for the first time in my life, for a total of a blissful six weeks. Then, I started the parenting gig with my dad. He's a combination of a grouchy old man, a surly teenager and a temperamental toddler. Needless to say, I get very close to the brink of insanity sometimes. I get through life by finding the humor in difficult circumstances. And for some reason, I wind up in the weirdest situations. I couldn't make this stuff up. So I wind up having lots and lots crazy adventures which make great stories to share with my friends. Writing about my life is so therapeutic. My ramblings range from funny to sad to angry (full of cuss words) to sweet. While my focus is dealing with the trials and tribulations of being a parent to my Daddy, I have lots of random, totally unrelated posts. Whatever's on my mind. I love to make people laugh, and I'm happy to think my readers will get my strange sense of humor. And maybe, people who are in my situation will be encouraged. That's all I can hope for...

Saturday, July 28, 2012

Continued Improvement

I'm so grateful for it.  I've made big progress in my garden today.  I think I sweated out some venom.  Vitriol.  Poison.  And rancor.

Feeling tired is good.  Also, I'm no longer fish-belly white.  I'm tan, but a little bit pink.  It feels good.  My vitamin D is surging!

A good friend stopped by today.  He's moving to Lakeland, and I have an open invitation to visit.  He's on the lake and has a great big pontoon boat, which he can't use at the moment because the water level is too low.  Still, he's caught catfish from the shore.  He's a catch and release guy.  I'll take The D with, and I'll leave it up to him about releasing or eating.  I can put a minnow or worm or cricket on a hook (my friend is a chicken and uses slices of hot dogs... please...), but I can't gut a fish.  And I'm not sure I want The Daddler to do it, since he's on Coumadin.  Plus, I'm not a big catfish fan.  But every fish is good when it's fresh out of the water.

About my friend John, he's so sweet, and I love his wife.  They live just around the corner from me.  For now.  He's a retired pilot, and I met my BFF Melanie at his wedding.  Kismet.

I've recovered from the heat.  So I'm heading back out.

Over and out...

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