Well, today I decided to continue work on removing the three stumps in the front yard; they are really embedded there, and will take a lot of work to remove. The neighbor has very kindly offered use of a come-along and a chain saw to get the job done. As expected, after about 90 minutes, the sun came around and nearly put me down again. This recurring sunstroke symptomology is getting to be a real bother; nearly died twice last year and once this year. Now, I can't have my hot dog cart, a move that would be suicide, and will have to finish the build in order to sell it. Had to quit, and instead removed the bathroom door and took it to the garage for some minor surgery.
The Roo had replaced our ancient bathroom rugs the other day with two really nice fluffy, comfortable and beautiful rugs that make me want to stand in the bathroom all day long! Unfortunately, the plush makes the rug just a hair too "tall" for the bottom edge of the door, so, out to the garage it went!
After rigging up a helper stand with the pressure washer handle, I took 1/2" off the bottom of the door with the table saw, and replaced the door to thunderous applause.
It works well; the plush just kissing the bottom of the door.
It seems that the offspring is pissed at his Mother; when he was 17 years old, she refused to let him buy a Porshe 911, as he couldn't afford to have it. (He had to settle with a BMW, which we ended up paying $4,000 toward, and I have no doubt we'll never get the money back).
Now, several years later, he complains that he could have made a killing had he bought a 911, as the prices have become astronomical. Well, maybe he's right, to a point. What he overlooks is that the has had several years to buy one and has not seen fit to do so; so, where's the problem?
Compounding MY pissed offedness, is the fact that during those years, he and his girlfriend (now wife) were both working and had virtually no expenses besides food and gas for their cars.
You'll recall that they were on welfare (courtesy of my working 12 hour days in Nevada), trying to make enough money for retirement in some state other than poverty.
So, with him NOT buying the house, and still burning through our retirement earnings, we're short of retirement funds about $300,000, maybe more! And he bitches about not doubling his shit-assed 12K investment in a car he could have bought anytime, but didn't! FUCK!!!
Our plan for the money was to pay off debt, hide it under the bed in a damned coffee can or invest in silver and gold, and wait for the markets for them to jump, which they did; unfortunately, our money went to welfare payments instead of retirement savings. FUCK!!!
So, how the hell am I supposed to feel? Looking around, all there is is what will forever be; living in poverty, no way to get the photography equipment and firearms I want. Recording equipment out of the question.
Damn it, I worked for many years before I could retire, and now everything is shot in the ass; after all the years in Nevada, making super wages, it comes down to returning to Mead because it's the only place we can afford to live.
No more single-story home with air conditioning, easy access to shows and entertainment, travel, etc.
Our once-in-a-lifetime opportunity blew up in our faces, and I'll go to my grave more than pissed about it.
It's with me all day and all night; I wake to it, and go to sleep with it, and often times dream about it.
I'll die too soon because of it.
FUCK!!!
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