|Chickens on their way to their doom - a common everyday sight here in southern Delaware|
Time flies when you're having fun.
Back to work again folks. I'm beginning to feel like a full-time employee with all the extra hours I'm working at the hotel this month. Hopefully I can get back on my regular schedule of two nights a week. And that folks begins tonight, Wednesday night. Then tomorrow night then I'm off to do my "other" work which at this time of year is my backyard work. And of course I have new duties this year since I've been volunteered for local Democratic volunteer.
|Ron - neighborhood Democratic volunteer|
This morning I will enter all the information of the 76 registered Democrats and 46 houses in my Address book. I was given sheaves of paper with all this information but I find that unwieldy to handle whilst I'm looking for the domiciles of said registered Democrats who are my neighbors. My goal is to make my in person visits this Saturday. Hopefully to catch the unsuspecting unawares when I pounce on them and say "Hi! My name is Ron Tipton and I'm one of your nearby neighbors and a volunteer for the local Democratic party………and so on." Yet another avenue of experience for your intrepid 72 year old formerly life long registered Republican who was radicalized by the extreme right wing fanatic crazy assed turn of what used to be the Republican Party (yes, I voted for Goldwater - my first ever vote in 1964 and Nixon - yes I did). Well, enough about my newest non-paid venture. I can hear the snores of some of you already.
|First time out - I voted for one of the biggest losers ever|
The past two days have been very uncomfortable for me. The pain of the broken skin on my back at times is excruciating. I find it very interesting at this time of my life I am experiencing all these new levels of pain. Avenues of pain I've never trod down before. Not fun folks. Yesterday I got some relief when I asked Bill to rub some of his hydro cortisone on the damaged areas on my back.
Is this what my life's going to be like as I enter into Old Age? Over the weekend I woke up in the middle of the night with severe leg cramps in my calves. You know what they're like? Charley Horses that you can't straighten out. I had to get up and tromp around my bedroom before they finally went away.
Just this morning I my right hand froze up with a minor attack of arthritis. Those arthritic freeze ups have been going on for several years now. I can handle them, probably because I'm used to them. However, they are becoming more frequent, not less.
So far all negative info this morning folks. Sorry about that. I do have some good information. Even though I'm on the outs with my brothers (because of my temerity) and former good friend Bill B., it is a relief not to hear the one brothers' paranoid crazy assed right wing accusatory rants against me. Oh sure, I do have to occasionally hear my neighbors "I hate Obama!" rants but like my arthritic hand attacks, I'm sort of used to that. I like her and if it makes her feel good to vent her anger, I'm okay with that…..I guess. Would be nice to have a conversation for once though without the rant though.
|The "Peace and Love" guys from Duck Dynasty - here's my question - if these "good Christian men" are the only ones going to Heaven, is this where I want to go? Hey, maybe I really am going to Hell or…..maybe they're Hell. Just saying.|
This is the first year in four years that Bill and I haven't take a trip South. Seeing the buds out on the trees reminds me of our trips south and does give me a feeling of melancholy. But those trips are not to be. For one thing they're very stressful, traveling over 600 miles and 12 hours one way.
|Pigeon Roost North Carolina, probably my last visit to where my father was born and lived until he was ten years old at which time his family moved to southern Pennsylvania where he met my Mother and I happened|
Then all the unloading and loading at all those scruffy hotels, sleeping on hotel beds God knows who was sleeping there before, and then the expense. I stopped counting when the bucks passed $2,000. Bill always liked to visit his hometown in Georgia but we'll probably never do it again. I think the "event" that sealed our decision never to travel again was when a homophobic cousin of mine threatened us last year when I attempted to visit his parents.
The South is pretty and most of the people are friendly on the surface but God help you if you have come out of the closet, your life is literally in danger traveling in those isolated mountains. Too many guns up there and low information voters willing to use them on anyone who is different from them. No thank you, we'll stay here in Delaware where the state recognizes equality for ALL of it's citizens, gay and straight.
Okay folks, time to get started on my list. Have a great day!
|Where we live in Delaware - safe (relatively so) and sound - don't have to worry about some paranoid hillbilly shooting us just because we got married|