A scared little man? in A small but passable life.

Mom found a doctor through the grapevine that she wanted to go see. He specializes in the “super glue” method for cracked vertebrae. She called and got right in. After that appointment that doctor wanted an MRI. We took care of that this morning. So now she’s waiting on another call from the super glue doctor.

After her MRI this morning we went out to breakfast. Good food, good service at the local diner. We even got a good giggle at this moron walking around with a gun on his hip. You see those dumbasses every once in awhile out here. I haven’t quite figured out what they’re scared of. Probably just their own shadow.

Earlier this week I was sitting on the “old man” bench outside the nail salon inside a Walmart super center waiting on Mom while she got a manicure. I had a nice conversation with a ninety year old gentleman who sat beside me while his wife was behind us in the vision center. They were from Wisconsin and have been wintering here for thirty years. They still had their farm in Wisconsin and spent the rest of the year there. It sounded like they had a good thing going. And at the same time I’m thinking I really can’t imagine living another thirty years. That was never the plan. Ever. It took Lazarus Long 213 years to get bored. I was born bored. That was probably why I started reading a few years after that.

I still plan on flying East on the 5th of May. The only thing that would prevent that would be complications concerning this upcoming procedure of Mom’s. I’m hoping that goes as well as Mom hopes it does.

I’ve given up with Mom and her car. After I leave she can drive or not drive. If she wrecks it at least we won’t have to worry about it any longer. There won’t be any replacing it. That is why we left it in her name with her insurance.

I’ll be taking the shuttle to the airport on the morning of the 5th. It’ll be easier that way.

The atmosphere here has been brown with dirt for two days now. The mountain was barely visible this morning. I don’t care for it much.

Game of Thrones!

The Red Woman is a real hottie, no?

I should have more to ramble about but . . . no, wait, one more thing.

There were four of us born that summer of ‘58. Three eventually rich and famous, one an ordinary common folk. Two of the rich and famous are dead now.

A most curious world.