Y'know, for a guy who isn't working, I sure have a lot of stuff going on. Trying to finish the taxes (I filed an extension, but the deadline is coming up—long story). I'm behind on some other things and trying to work through them. Despite health issues, I am able to work, though I would be best at doing what I've been doing for a long time, which is pretty much engineering support—drafting/design, technical writing and illustration. It's frustrating when people tell me to "go apply at a warehouse" (Amazon, Costco, etc.) or "get a fast food job" when they don't know my state of health. There are personal transportation issues, as in "needing reliable transportation." I'm still planning to rid myself of that tragic carpet on my face. And there's the never ending fight to try and keep myself healthy, vertical and breathing. These days, life is kind of like trying to fit a full-sized, five-course meal onto a dessert plate. If nothing else, at least I'm sleeping well and getting enough.
As I mentioned previously, I've connected with the local Baptist church. The last time I was there, I asked Pastor Glenn if I could arrange a time to sit down with him and just...talk. I have no doubt that he can point me in a better direction than the one I'm heading in. He's really busy this week, but he said that perhaps sometime next week could work, and that he would be glad to spend some time with me.
A couple of friends invited me to join them at Six Flags Magic Mountain (SFMM) this week. I think I'll take them up on their invitation because I could use that. Fright Fest is going on out there and they'll be open late. SFMM is one of my happy places, and a visit out there always puts a smile on my face. Mom and family are going to visit this weekend to help me with some things at home.
Today's post was mostly written for me to vent a little. At some point, all of the crap will be over and everything will be all right once again.
I remember the first time I went to Six Flags, back then it was just Magic Mountain. anyhow, the Revolution had just been opened, and it was a riot. I remember going with some friends at grad night from Walter reed, however, towards the end, I ended up walking around by myself. don't know how we got lost from each other. but it was a fun night as far as I can remember. 1976
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Your a good writer and I enjoy your blog,,,
I feel your struggle as I read your words, you are not alone in the diversity you are going through. I have faced such extreme hard times myself and I was fortunate to meet a lady about 7 year ago, who survived the Holocaust. Hearing her stories of the dark days of WW2, my troubles seemed minute to what she faced back then. She says we’re both survivors of much different trials, she taught me the true meaning of resilience and that “THIS TO SHALL PASS” she’s 94 now and I’m almost certain she will see 100,,,
I am praying 🙏🏻 for you and know that something much bigger than Us, indeed knows your ❤️
Sincerely,
Katherine L.Harris