If you think your day was bad, check out this poor guy.

I’ve had a great Saturday! It may have rained, but being the strange person I am, I enjoy overcast days. I like sunny days as they too have a place in making life enjoyable. There is just something about a day that looks like rain, but it never does.

While I was reminiscing about the day, thinking how I was sure there were many that might have had a bad Saturday, this old post came to mind. So if you had a bad day, or you know someone that did, send them here to see this fella having a ‘really’ bad day.

“A Hard Day” is relative.

I’m going to finish my nice day, with a movie on television.

Comments welcome,

Tuesday Evening Multi-Workout

I had a lazy day today, nothing unexpected popped up or happened. The entire day was an exercise of just cruising along doing my own thing. Working on the Blog trying to get everything where it will load quickly. All was great till this evening, and the exercise that I didn’t do today came all at once.

6:45PM and I’m settling back in to the desk here in the office about to read some Blogs, and do some posting on my forum. There comes a blood curdling scream from an animal outside and Max and Midnight, our two German Shepherds that had been relaxing on the floor near my office chair, jumped up and bolted for the other room looking for the hurt animal that they could still hear screeching.

I had just heard a car drive down the gravel street and my first thought was “Otis” might have been hit, one of those Wire-haired, short-legged, mixed breed terriers that has the hair almost covering his eyes and he looks to be 90 if he’s a day. He’s always in the road.

White Boy Wobble

Agility work out
I’m trying to get out the door of the office with the two dogs going nuts in and out of the doorway so I”m doing the agility test thing grabbing for walls, door jambs, anything that is at the moment steadier than I am. I probably got a B for not falling among the stampeding dogs.

Dexterity Drill
I can picture the crumpled body I may find if I ever make it out of the house. When you’re in a hurry doorknobs never operate smoothly. Then you have the chain that caught the door as I managed to get the knob to operate and snatched it open. More fumbling. I think I got an F for dexterity.

Obstacle Challenge
We now moved to the obstacle part of the unplanned evening exercise. Down the steps and around the end of the fence, well almost completely around it. The dark green trash bin was where the collectors had left it in the shadows of the vine-covered fence. It  caught me a glancing blow and I continued my advance down the street looking like a clown with arms flailing  Then there was the tree branch… I trip across a branch in the dark and do the “White Boy Wobble”. Not the redneck version of the White Boy Wiggle, but my very own special version as I try to stay upright.

I finally reach the house where Otis lives about 100 feet away and have seen no small body in the road. I ask his owner if Otis is okay and find out that a cat across the street had attacked Otis out in the street causing him to scream as if he was being killed.

So there you have it, my daily exercise all rolled into about 1 minute, from a dead stop to completion. I think I’ll just sit here and pass out now.

How was your Tuesday

Comments always welcome,

Racism is still a prevalent Disease.

Some Trailer Parks can really attract the dregs of humanity. Some Parks are bastions of decency, As fate would have it I would wind up living in one that is both. There are at least 3-4 Confederate Flags scattered around the park. None of the owners of them look old enough to have served in the Confederate Army, but who am I to judge.

Someone our daughter knows was looking for something small and cheap for a short time. He is ex-military and a really decent guy. I tried to squash the idea of telling him about the small trailer in the back row but no one would listen to a wise ex-cop.

This week he told us that he had dropped by to check on the place recently as it needs fixing up before he can move in, but he wanted a project to occupy him having recently
filed for divorce. He related that he was out in the yard checking things around it and the neighbors, who have not been here more than a month themselves, came over and introduced themselves. They told him they hoped he was not a loud person and didn’t have loud music  as they are quiet people. They also hoped he didn’t allow Negros (they used the N word) to visit him. He was dumb struck.

It’s more a sickness of the soul

Now this comes from people living in a pull along travel trailer with two kids, they don’t even have a tag on their vehicle, something I thought was rather odd first time I saw them as I took one of my daily walks. I can’t for the life of me understand how people can be raised with such dislike for their fellow man based on skin color. It’s more a sickness of the soul, almost something black and evil inside them. You just never know about people, They must be stuck in the early 1960’s. However it may make for some interesting Blog News for us if it gets heated, because this guy moving in has several African American friends. It is hard to fathom how in the 21st century we still have people that think like this. Scariest part? To some it is a lifestyle along with flying the Flag of a by-gone cause and toasting to “The South shall rise again!” as they weave around the bonfire under the influence of their favorite alcoholic beverage.

Let’s hope the fireworks aren’t too big when the new guy has company.

Comments welcome,

Homegrown Demolition

Burned Trailer
Not much left Photo by Ron

A few weeks ago a trailer burned here in the park. There was a tragic loss of some pets but the tenant was at work. It seems the park owner has now hired some of the locals to demolish the trailer. I am amazed at the speed at which it is progressing. They are tearing it down by hand and carting off the material in a pickup truck. A little over a week ago it was a complete single-wide 50 foot trailer with just the end burned but still had the roof intact and all the walls except for the end wall and the front side of that room was gone.

moving
Truck leaving with trailer debris – Photo by Ron

It just seems like quite a feat to dismantle an entire trailer and move it with just a pickup truck. I think there are only 3 of them working on it. A small stature man, the park owner who is elderly, and a guy with a prosthetic leg. I hope they are getting paid decent, of course the guy paying is the same man who hires someone to scrape off the tops of the Septic tanks into the pickup you see in the picture, to avoid cost of a pumper truck.

It lends new meaning to “I helped someone move this week”.

Comments welcome,