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http://retire42.blogspot.com/
This is my new website:
http://poboy42.myweb.io/
Oh! PoBoy created a website last evening. It's only one page for now, but it will grow in time. Please take time to visit PoBoy's Newsletter. You'll be glad you did.
Quick summary of webpage. A picture of an alligator and a picture of PoBoy. Three pictures of PoBoy's trailer. A link to PoBoy's campground. An article about work weeks being shortened to offset "high gasoline prices." Lots of good stuff on one page.
Time for bed. Gosh! It's after midnight. PoBoy will either post in this morning or wait til he gets home tomorrow evening. Definitely PoBoy will have something bright and witty to say. LOL LOL LOL
Okay! PoBoy didn't want you to worry about him, so he's posting a short morning post for you. Yes, he's awake! Actually, he managed to drag himself out of bed around 5:15 a.m. That is the norm for your PoBoy. He normally gets up and cuts on the computer and then spends about an hour sorting and filing email. He's an avid collector of recipes even though he burns a pot of boiling water. LOL LOL One day he believes he'll learn to cook. LOL LOL
PoBoy also watches the weather too! This morning, currently, 62 degrees with the forecast showing severe storms coming in late this afternoon. The storms will feature heavy winds and a good chance of hail. The storms are to extend throughout the evening hours. It's possible he won't be able to get online this evening so he'll put up this partial post this morning -- and he'll hope for the best this evening.
PoBoy his happy to report that all his furries are doing great. Actually eating him out of house and home. They too, follow the habits of PoBoy, both rising when he does and climbing into bed at the same time he does. It gives PoBoy a sense of security to know they are here.
The office is becoming a machine. Everyone is buzzing around to accomplish their prescribed mission. Next week, being the last full week before the Annual Conference, the workload will be cresting its peak. He has to slip off twice next week for appointments.
PoBoy's first appointment will be with the Office of Veterans Affairs. He's planning on signing up at least for the medical benefits offered, as he knows that in the near future he will need all the assistance he can get. You can't live forever, he mulls over in his mind. Then again if he follows the footprints of Ponce de Leon, he just might stumble upon the mystical "Fountain of Youth."
PoBoy, you old fool, don't you know that the doctor's appointment is your safety line to a few more years of life. Indeed he does. Thursday, he'll be making his visit to the "Heart Specialist." They will basiclly be concentrating on his blood pressure. Stress. Stress. Stress. He definitely needs some release from that. Hold together PoBoy. Remember only 8 more working days before the conference and the rest you desire.
Well folks, PoBoy extends his sincerest best wishes for an enjoyable two day weekend. Remember in just only 34 days we'll once again be experiencing a 3 day weekend -- the Fourth of July (Independence Day) is about to arrive. Looking forward to that one -- but the puppies are not. They don't like the loud noises.
Friday, May 30, 2008
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Woes of Conference Time
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PoBoy! PoBoy! Wake up! Buzz! Buzz! Snooze! Snooze! Beep! Beep! Yep! The alarm clock won. He's up and going again.
Let's see it's Thursday. Oh! My! Time to take the meds. Well it's almost 7:00 a.m. Potty call for the furries. The doggies at least. Kitties use your litter box. Now we're cooking.
The way PoBoy's mornings begin. PoBoy thinks its about the same for everyone. Rich or Poor we all roll out in the mornings. Funny, PoBoy thinks, how everyday for at least a few minutets we are all equal. It's afterwards, PoBoy believes, where we differentiate ourselves. Like a chess match, we each try to win our fair share of the game of life.
Okay PoBoy so what happens when you retire? Well as PoBoy has figured it out your body begins going downhill. Some folks don't show the signs outwardly as much as others -- but definitely the body is beginning to fail. You will notice it yourself, as you age, because you can't do the things you once did. Maybe that's why "those in the know" suggest finding something new to do. Perhaps an old hobby that you can redevelop. PoBoy thinks, but cannot find a hobby that he really would get excited about. There must be something.
Since PoBoy is self-taught in just about everything he feels that to continue learning would be a good idea. Here's a project idea, to learn to build a pc from scratch. can he do it? He is not mechanically adept, but he can follow instructions. Maybe. No hurry either. Take his time and build one. Beginning to sound great to him.
Not yet, PoBoy you still have 140 days to retirement day and about 155 days before the move to Florida. In between he has asked a man with 30 years of pc experience to customize one desktop pc that he can depend on when he reaches Florida. PoBoy is still in the beginning stages of exactly what he would like as his ultimate pc. How much does he want to spend on a customized pc? Well he'll discuss that with the "honest technician" who is to visit him on Saturday.
PoBoy, always trying to think ahead, has contacted the Veterans Administration for an interview. He figures that he will need sources of services in the future. Like a good boy scout, PoBoy believes in being prepared. Oh! The appointment is for Tuesday morning. Don't forget to bring your paperwork PoBoy.
Thursday later morning, PoBoy will be meeting with his heart doctor, actually the licensed practioner: Nurse Kathy. He'll find out how the new dosage of bp pills is doing in his system. Probably lousy as pressure mounts daily as the organization where he works nears Annual Conference time.
He was told he had to get a "delegate packet" together to be reviewed by the Finance Committee tomorrow. So today he'll spend most of his day trying to remember the chunks of info that must be included. He spoke with the office executive manager about travel expense check because he plans to rent a car for the trip. A check will be cut for travel probably towards the end of next week. He needs 57.00 for that plus gasoline for the 202 mile round trip. He'll rent a sub-compact for the trip to conserve on gasoline.
All the furries are here again. Missing kitty (2 days) turned up in a closet. The puppies always make PoBoy laugh and they are so lovable. Mr. Punkybutt had to lie in the crook of PoBoy's arm last night and have his "tum tum" rubbed. He enjoys that. Soon both he and Sissy were fast asleep.
Well PoBoy notes the clock talking to him again. It's "shower and shave" time. So until later...have a great day.
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PoBoy! PoBoy! Wake up! Buzz! Buzz! Snooze! Snooze! Beep! Beep! Yep! The alarm clock won. He's up and going again.
Let's see it's Thursday. Oh! My! Time to take the meds. Well it's almost 7:00 a.m. Potty call for the furries. The doggies at least. Kitties use your litter box. Now we're cooking.
The way PoBoy's mornings begin. PoBoy thinks its about the same for everyone. Rich or Poor we all roll out in the mornings. Funny, PoBoy thinks, how everyday for at least a few minutets we are all equal. It's afterwards, PoBoy believes, where we differentiate ourselves. Like a chess match, we each try to win our fair share of the game of life.
Okay PoBoy so what happens when you retire? Well as PoBoy has figured it out your body begins going downhill. Some folks don't show the signs outwardly as much as others -- but definitely the body is beginning to fail. You will notice it yourself, as you age, because you can't do the things you once did. Maybe that's why "those in the know" suggest finding something new to do. Perhaps an old hobby that you can redevelop. PoBoy thinks, but cannot find a hobby that he really would get excited about. There must be something.
Since PoBoy is self-taught in just about everything he feels that to continue learning would be a good idea. Here's a project idea, to learn to build a pc from scratch. can he do it? He is not mechanically adept, but he can follow instructions. Maybe. No hurry either. Take his time and build one. Beginning to sound great to him.
Not yet, PoBoy you still have 140 days to retirement day and about 155 days before the move to Florida. In between he has asked a man with 30 years of pc experience to customize one desktop pc that he can depend on when he reaches Florida. PoBoy is still in the beginning stages of exactly what he would like as his ultimate pc. How much does he want to spend on a customized pc? Well he'll discuss that with the "honest technician" who is to visit him on Saturday.
PoBoy, always trying to think ahead, has contacted the Veterans Administration for an interview. He figures that he will need sources of services in the future. Like a good boy scout, PoBoy believes in being prepared. Oh! The appointment is for Tuesday morning. Don't forget to bring your paperwork PoBoy.
Thursday later morning, PoBoy will be meeting with his heart doctor, actually the licensed practioner: Nurse Kathy. He'll find out how the new dosage of bp pills is doing in his system. Probably lousy as pressure mounts daily as the organization where he works nears Annual Conference time.
He was told he had to get a "delegate packet" together to be reviewed by the Finance Committee tomorrow. So today he'll spend most of his day trying to remember the chunks of info that must be included. He spoke with the office executive manager about travel expense check because he plans to rent a car for the trip. A check will be cut for travel probably towards the end of next week. He needs 57.00 for that plus gasoline for the 202 mile round trip. He'll rent a sub-compact for the trip to conserve on gasoline.
All the furries are here again. Missing kitty (2 days) turned up in a closet. The puppies always make PoBoy laugh and they are so lovable. Mr. Punkybutt had to lie in the crook of PoBoy's arm last night and have his "tum tum" rubbed. He enjoys that. Soon both he and Sissy were fast asleep.
Well PoBoy notes the clock talking to him again. It's "shower and shave" time. So until later...have a great day.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow
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And PoBoy is home again! Yipee! Tomorrow is Wednesday, half way through the week already. Signed up 13 more registrants for our conference. Total is 124 people (children and adults). The center two lanes on the main highway will be opened in a couple of days. Traffic won't be bottlenecked so bad. So that does it for the office except minor skirmishes and the like.
PoBoy's countdown to retirement is now 143 days. His countdown to the Florida is now 157 days. PoBoy sees himself as a short-timer now. Get through the conference PoBoy and the remainder of the days will be "easy street." One after the other, the days will slowly pass -- anticipation makes it slow but exciting at the same time.
PC is now running fine so PoBoy will be able to post his hectic few days before the conference. Everyone keep their fingers crossed as PoBoy will be heading north and east on Friday, the 13th of June. He'll come back on Saturday, the 14th of June -- a better, glorious day for sure.
Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow. Ya'll come back again.
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And PoBoy is home again! Yipee! Tomorrow is Wednesday, half way through the week already. Signed up 13 more registrants for our conference. Total is 124 people (children and adults). The center two lanes on the main highway will be opened in a couple of days. Traffic won't be bottlenecked so bad. So that does it for the office except minor skirmishes and the like.
PoBoy's countdown to retirement is now 143 days. His countdown to the Florida is now 157 days. PoBoy sees himself as a short-timer now. Get through the conference PoBoy and the remainder of the days will be "easy street." One after the other, the days will slowly pass -- anticipation makes it slow but exciting at the same time.
PC is now running fine so PoBoy will be able to post his hectic few days before the conference. Everyone keep their fingers crossed as PoBoy will be heading north and east on Friday, the 13th of June. He'll come back on Saturday, the 14th of June -- a better, glorious day for sure.
Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow. Ya'll come back again.
Temperatures Beat the Rise and Fall of Gas
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The first of the Big Three Summer holidays is over. Back to work for us unfortunate souls. With the termination of Memorial Day the weather seems to have suffered a major malfunction too.
Memorial Day highs reached the 80's. Today highs expected to be near 60. However, unlike last night with highs in the mid 50's, tonight's highs are to drop into the 30's. PoBoy shivers at that thought and tends to blame his cold on the sudden changes in temperatures. Florida temps are in the mid 80's and have been in the 90's. How will PoBoy learn to temperatures like that?
This is a short work week for PoBoy. With the holiday falling on a Monday, he only has to work four days this week. PoBoy's first thought is that will save him on gas. It's over $4.00 a gallon up this way. Can you imagine that? I've often wondered why it takes the Government to act on items like this. They new it was coming. Maybe we should revert to the horse and buggy days. Not a good idea PoBoy. PoBoy would have to get up even earlier then he does to harness the horses and secure them to the rig. Of course, he'd have to feed them too. Probably tidy up their stall. Nope, PoBoy figures that is not a good idea at all.
PoBoy went shopping this weekend and again he was surprised at the ever increasing cost of groceries. How are people ever going to be able to eat "Healthy?" PoBoy's son called, of course seeking a loan, because he can't even afford to get a tire repaired to go to work. Its truly ashame at what is happening in this wonderful country. Ok PoBoy step down from the speakers stand. You get carried away all the time.
Here's a picture of PoBoy's Retirement home:
Sorry no picture available. PoBoy will have to figure out how to do this. Thank you for your patience.
You, if you look close, can see that the tipout is still inside the trailer. However, great news from the campground. Since the taking of this picture the tipout has been tipped out where it should be. Pictures, PoBoy is told will be forth coming, perhaps this week. Anyway that's what PoBoy has to work with when he arrives in November. It's going to need some paint trimming (to get rid of the rust) and inside the trailer he has to order a bed, a refridgerator, a stove, and a television. That will get him started on the inside. Oh! PoBoy is going to celebrate on the 15th of June. He will have paid off the required setup fees. Now he can settle in to some kind of budget. Yipee! Things are beginning to look up again.
He also hopes when he returns to the heart doctor next Monday that he will get better reports on his blood pressure reading. It's been high the past month. Not good for the heart, PoBoy.
It's time for PoBoy to cut off this post because its time for him to ready himself for work. He'll try to finish this post this evening providing the cable doesn't go out again. Aggravating to say the least.
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The first of the Big Three Summer holidays is over. Back to work for us unfortunate souls. With the termination of Memorial Day the weather seems to have suffered a major malfunction too.
Memorial Day highs reached the 80's. Today highs expected to be near 60. However, unlike last night with highs in the mid 50's, tonight's highs are to drop into the 30's. PoBoy shivers at that thought and tends to blame his cold on the sudden changes in temperatures. Florida temps are in the mid 80's and have been in the 90's. How will PoBoy learn to temperatures like that?
This is a short work week for PoBoy. With the holiday falling on a Monday, he only has to work four days this week. PoBoy's first thought is that will save him on gas. It's over $4.00 a gallon up this way. Can you imagine that? I've often wondered why it takes the Government to act on items like this. They new it was coming. Maybe we should revert to the horse and buggy days. Not a good idea PoBoy. PoBoy would have to get up even earlier then he does to harness the horses and secure them to the rig. Of course, he'd have to feed them too. Probably tidy up their stall. Nope, PoBoy figures that is not a good idea at all.
PoBoy went shopping this weekend and again he was surprised at the ever increasing cost of groceries. How are people ever going to be able to eat "Healthy?" PoBoy's son called, of course seeking a loan, because he can't even afford to get a tire repaired to go to work. Its truly ashame at what is happening in this wonderful country. Ok PoBoy step down from the speakers stand. You get carried away all the time.
Here's a picture of PoBoy's Retirement home:
Sorry no picture available. PoBoy will have to figure out how to do this. Thank you for your patience.
You, if you look close, can see that the tipout is still inside the trailer. However, great news from the campground. Since the taking of this picture the tipout has been tipped out where it should be. Pictures, PoBoy is told will be forth coming, perhaps this week. Anyway that's what PoBoy has to work with when he arrives in November. It's going to need some paint trimming (to get rid of the rust) and inside the trailer he has to order a bed, a refridgerator, a stove, and a television. That will get him started on the inside. Oh! PoBoy is going to celebrate on the 15th of June. He will have paid off the required setup fees. Now he can settle in to some kind of budget. Yipee! Things are beginning to look up again.
He also hopes when he returns to the heart doctor next Monday that he will get better reports on his blood pressure reading. It's been high the past month. Not good for the heart, PoBoy.
It's time for PoBoy to cut off this post because its time for him to ready himself for work. He'll try to finish this post this evening providing the cable doesn't go out again. Aggravating to say the least.
Monday, May 26, 2008
Memorial Day Memories
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PoBoy and puppies and kitties are all doing fine. PoBoy woke about midnight on Memorial Day. Since his heart attack, PoBoy finds it difficult to sleep an eight hour shift. His new sleeping habits have been one of "catnapping." For example, just yesterday he "catnapped" through the racing of the "Indy 500." Then he woke for perhaps an hour or two and once again "catnapped" through the "Coke Cola 600." Who won the races he wonders.
Memorial Day as a young man, PoBoy recalls the family within which his two Uncles on his mother's side would relate tidbits of fighting during World War II. For example, one Uncle was a sargent in the Army and he won a medal for holding off an advancing troop of Germans on his company. PoBoy thinks of the feeling he had when he heard that story. The feeling was a mixture of admiration and excitement. Then there was his second Uncle who had been a truck driver in World War II. He told of the many attacks he overcame along the Burma Road. Again the feelings of admiration and excitement. One supreme emotion was left for him as the evening closed -- one of joy, joy that they had returned safe and sound.
PoBoy felt sadness too. His father had been rejected from the service because of a steel plate in his head. Father, was going to school one wintry morning when a car struck him and sped off down the road. He lay in a damp ditch crusted with ice dying from a head wound. Luckily, someone saw him lying there and he was rushed to a nearby hospital. When father told his story a different emotion arose in PoBoy. It was one of anger and bitterness. Yet, Father was no less a hero then PoBoy's Uncles.
When PoBoy was 5 1/2 to 6 years of age, his mother divorced Father because, as PoBoy learned later in life, Father was not smart, according to his Mother. Mother remarried a second time, to a man, PoBoy was forced to acknowledge as Father. To PoBoy that never felt right. PoBoy's second Father was a war hero too with a box of medals to prove it. PoBoy's second Father had also come home with a German knife and sheath; and a German Luger pistol. PoBoy's emotion at that time was one of fear. PoBoy never liked his Second Father. This story ends, so he learned later, with his Second Father being escorted to prison by the FBI. Second Father had borrowed Mother's car which was used in a bank robbery.
Mother and her two children were left stranded in the state of Florida to struggle for an existence. PoBoy's life changed forever on that day. There were no more hero's except in books which PoBoy came to love more then life. PoBoy called his books his world and he tolerated the outer world around him. Hatred grew within PoBoy like a weed, hatred of his mother for destroying PoBoy's youth, hatred of the world for its cruelty to the poor, hatred of life and even God for allowing such a thing to happen. PoBoy grew to hate himself as well.
There is one more person left to do the military thing. PoBoy himself. He was conscripted into the service and having few choices, he was allowed to enlist in a branch of his choice instead of being drafted into the Army. PoBoy chose to serve in the US Navy. PoBoy spent four years of active duty and two years of inactive duty in the Navy. He helped blockade the coast of Cuba during the most crucial moments of the world. He never received a medal for that endeavor although the world came within a couple of hours of total Nuclear War. Because no "shots" were fired in this action, PoBoy was never awarded a medal nor acclaimed to be a War Veteran. Just some more of the cruelty of life. But was PoBoy a hero or a coward -- a dilemma that lasted a full lifetime for PoBoy.
PoBoy would never have the privilege of telling his children the stories told to him by his Uncles. Stories which will never be known of the heroism of their Father or perhaps his cowardice. These inner battles continue to wage within the heart of PoBoy.
Gee! I didn't mean for all those thoughts to come out here. Guess I'm thinking again. Sorry folks. I'll try to do better with the next posting.
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PoBoy and puppies and kitties are all doing fine. PoBoy woke about midnight on Memorial Day. Since his heart attack, PoBoy finds it difficult to sleep an eight hour shift. His new sleeping habits have been one of "catnapping." For example, just yesterday he "catnapped" through the racing of the "Indy 500." Then he woke for perhaps an hour or two and once again "catnapped" through the "Coke Cola 600." Who won the races he wonders.
Memorial Day as a young man, PoBoy recalls the family within which his two Uncles on his mother's side would relate tidbits of fighting during World War II. For example, one Uncle was a sargent in the Army and he won a medal for holding off an advancing troop of Germans on his company. PoBoy thinks of the feeling he had when he heard that story. The feeling was a mixture of admiration and excitement. Then there was his second Uncle who had been a truck driver in World War II. He told of the many attacks he overcame along the Burma Road. Again the feelings of admiration and excitement. One supreme emotion was left for him as the evening closed -- one of joy, joy that they had returned safe and sound.
PoBoy felt sadness too. His father had been rejected from the service because of a steel plate in his head. Father, was going to school one wintry morning when a car struck him and sped off down the road. He lay in a damp ditch crusted with ice dying from a head wound. Luckily, someone saw him lying there and he was rushed to a nearby hospital. When father told his story a different emotion arose in PoBoy. It was one of anger and bitterness. Yet, Father was no less a hero then PoBoy's Uncles.
When PoBoy was 5 1/2 to 6 years of age, his mother divorced Father because, as PoBoy learned later in life, Father was not smart, according to his Mother. Mother remarried a second time, to a man, PoBoy was forced to acknowledge as Father. To PoBoy that never felt right. PoBoy's second Father was a war hero too with a box of medals to prove it. PoBoy's second Father had also come home with a German knife and sheath; and a German Luger pistol. PoBoy's emotion at that time was one of fear. PoBoy never liked his Second Father. This story ends, so he learned later, with his Second Father being escorted to prison by the FBI. Second Father had borrowed Mother's car which was used in a bank robbery.
Mother and her two children were left stranded in the state of Florida to struggle for an existence. PoBoy's life changed forever on that day. There were no more hero's except in books which PoBoy came to love more then life. PoBoy called his books his world and he tolerated the outer world around him. Hatred grew within PoBoy like a weed, hatred of his mother for destroying PoBoy's youth, hatred of the world for its cruelty to the poor, hatred of life and even God for allowing such a thing to happen. PoBoy grew to hate himself as well.
There is one more person left to do the military thing. PoBoy himself. He was conscripted into the service and having few choices, he was allowed to enlist in a branch of his choice instead of being drafted into the Army. PoBoy chose to serve in the US Navy. PoBoy spent four years of active duty and two years of inactive duty in the Navy. He helped blockade the coast of Cuba during the most crucial moments of the world. He never received a medal for that endeavor although the world came within a couple of hours of total Nuclear War. Because no "shots" were fired in this action, PoBoy was never awarded a medal nor acclaimed to be a War Veteran. Just some more of the cruelty of life. But was PoBoy a hero or a coward -- a dilemma that lasted a full lifetime for PoBoy.
PoBoy would never have the privilege of telling his children the stories told to him by his Uncles. Stories which will never be known of the heroism of their Father or perhaps his cowardice. These inner battles continue to wage within the heart of PoBoy.
Gee! I didn't mean for all those thoughts to come out here. Guess I'm thinking again. Sorry folks. I'll try to do better with the next posting.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Decisions Don't Get Easier With Age
Wow! The long weekend, first one since February -- President's Day. It's certainly been a long stretch -- too long PoBoy think. PoBoy calls these the Big Three summer holidays: Memorial Day, Independence Day and Labor Day.
Anyway it's here, right? Well it was here for a short -- noon today it will be half gone. Worse. PoBoy has done absolutely nothing. Oh well shouldn't lie too much, as he did run his adware/spyware cleanup program, and cleaned his disk of old files using Ccleaner and MS built in program. Finally PoBoy ran the defrag about 4 times to tighten the files. But that's about all he did that could be considered an accomplishment of sorts.
Today will be similar. PoBoy will play some on his PC -- to him its playing. Like he'll zip up all his recipe files gathered from the past week. This, too, will free up disk space. He'll need to some research on his blog as the comments section is still not working. Maybe he'll have time to try it from the office. That might make for a better check.
PoBoy reflects on his own grandparents and trys to recall what they did to occupy themselves. On his mother's side, his grandmother was a workacholic. Even at 76 she was still working. She painted her home, a two story home in Connecticut. She did all the regular things like washing clothes, and washing dishes. For extra money she took in sewing and mending from her son who owned a dry cleaners establishment. PoBoy and sister would visit and she seemed to enjoy that.
PoBoy and his sister would come to visit her for the whole summer. Once out of school for the summer, his mother would help pack up their things and send them off to grandsmother's place. There they would remain, except for a two week span of time, when their father would pick them up for his annual two week visitation.
Being with Dad was great fun, even though he had remarried. They would go on picnics, swim in the lake, take boat rides in a local lake, visit some amusement parks and just cut up for fun times. Playing cards, like hearts and pinocle were a family past time. In fact, some of the most wonderful times had in youth were at family get-togethers for great card playing events. His grandmother on his father's side loved to play cards and also belonged to a local bridge club.
PoBoy and his sister would on those days wait for grandmother to return. It was on those momentous occassions when she and her partner had one the bridge playoff that was as thrilling for PoBoy and sister as it was for grandmother. They would sing and dance and have cinnamon rolls with butter and milk and coffee for the adults. What wonderful days. PoBoy hopes it was as wonderful for them as it was for him.
But old PoBoy has nothing like that to look forward to. He's going to a nice place, alone, wanting to share with someone what almost cost him his life. He realizes that his predicament was of his own doing but it has been said that people change.
For the next four months he has his puppies and kitties to cling to. They have been part of his life since he began his dream to move to Florida. In four months he will have to leave his beloved furries. Of course, if he wants, he can get new puppies after he arrives, but none will ever take the place of those he left behind.
Can PoBoy change in four months? Can he become a more social person to make new friends? Can he find someone to share his few remaining years? Or will he remain the PoBoy, the happy online internet person that loves for people to laugh with him? Very deep questions, PoBoy, but you'd better make a decision soon or it will definitely be too late. His puppies are at his feet, they look at him, and he feels the sadness begin again. Cheerup old PoBoy, you may still have time.
Anyway it's here, right? Well it was here for a short -- noon today it will be half gone. Worse. PoBoy has done absolutely nothing. Oh well shouldn't lie too much, as he did run his adware/spyware cleanup program, and cleaned his disk of old files using Ccleaner and MS built in program. Finally PoBoy ran the defrag about 4 times to tighten the files. But that's about all he did that could be considered an accomplishment of sorts.
Today will be similar. PoBoy will play some on his PC -- to him its playing. Like he'll zip up all his recipe files gathered from the past week. This, too, will free up disk space. He'll need to some research on his blog as the comments section is still not working. Maybe he'll have time to try it from the office. That might make for a better check.
PoBoy reflects on his own grandparents and trys to recall what they did to occupy themselves. On his mother's side, his grandmother was a workacholic. Even at 76 she was still working. She painted her home, a two story home in Connecticut. She did all the regular things like washing clothes, and washing dishes. For extra money she took in sewing and mending from her son who owned a dry cleaners establishment. PoBoy and sister would visit and she seemed to enjoy that.
PoBoy and his sister would come to visit her for the whole summer. Once out of school for the summer, his mother would help pack up their things and send them off to grandsmother's place. There they would remain, except for a two week span of time, when their father would pick them up for his annual two week visitation.
Being with Dad was great fun, even though he had remarried. They would go on picnics, swim in the lake, take boat rides in a local lake, visit some amusement parks and just cut up for fun times. Playing cards, like hearts and pinocle were a family past time. In fact, some of the most wonderful times had in youth were at family get-togethers for great card playing events. His grandmother on his father's side loved to play cards and also belonged to a local bridge club.
PoBoy and his sister would on those days wait for grandmother to return. It was on those momentous occassions when she and her partner had one the bridge playoff that was as thrilling for PoBoy and sister as it was for grandmother. They would sing and dance and have cinnamon rolls with butter and milk and coffee for the adults. What wonderful days. PoBoy hopes it was as wonderful for them as it was for him.
But old PoBoy has nothing like that to look forward to. He's going to a nice place, alone, wanting to share with someone what almost cost him his life. He realizes that his predicament was of his own doing but it has been said that people change.
For the next four months he has his puppies and kitties to cling to. They have been part of his life since he began his dream to move to Florida. In four months he will have to leave his beloved furries. Of course, if he wants, he can get new puppies after he arrives, but none will ever take the place of those he left behind.
Can PoBoy change in four months? Can he become a more social person to make new friends? Can he find someone to share his few remaining years? Or will he remain the PoBoy, the happy online internet person that loves for people to laugh with him? Very deep questions, PoBoy, but you'd better make a decision soon or it will definitely be too late. His puppies are at his feet, they look at him, and he feels the sadness begin again. Cheerup old PoBoy, you may still have time.
Friday, May 23, 2008
Too Much Pressure -- The Tire Pops
Tuesday, May 20, 2008What a night? Came home from work expecting to setup his wireless router he purchased about a week ago, but PoBoy had even more problems. Somewhere something is not cooperating. The Belkins wireless seems to work. Comcast cable box seemed to work but still no connection. The folks were here 3 hours trying to get everything to work, and the lady is coming back tomorrow afternoon to try again. Bless her heart. However, once they left they said I was on the internet. But this was not true as the "Comcast" box was not functioning and unable to get internet access. This is about the 5th or 6th time that I have had trouble with their equipment. Then you call with huge wait times for customer service and you can't even get a native American on the line so you can understand what is being said. No. You get one of those illegal aliens that speak much english -- oh! you can make out a word about every tenth word or so. We the Americans are a minority in our own country. It's just not comcast, but other large organizations have the same exact talent.
Wednesday May 21, 2008Again the PoBoy came home from work. The folks had said they would probably already have the router setup before he came home. PoBoy observed their car in his driveway. His heart sunk as he expected the worse.
Sure enough the folks were busily at work on the router. About 6:30, they had to place a phone call to Belkins. They could not get it to work. PoBoy still believed it was in the cable box, as he had on several past occassions had to return the box for replacement.
After about a 10 minute conversation with Belkins, they told the folks that it would require the expertise of a higher tech and that tech would call back in five minutes. About 45 minutes later, the folks called Belkins again.
Like all major companies you never seem to get the original person you were speaking with originally. Tonight was no different, the folks had to go back over what the problem was and how the other party had tried to help and that they had waited forty-five minutes for a return call. The new guy went over the procedure to the point they had reached before, and then it was the "secret" number thing where they were stumped. The new tech told them to enter a certain number and both the cable box and the Belkins lit up. Everything worked again. PoBoy was wrong. It wasn't the comcast cable box.
Last came the going over the different parts of the "new-used" laptop. PoBoy had them take it out to the dining room, about 30 feet from his bedroom, separated by a wall, and see if it would work there. Sure enough it worked like a dream. They showed him how to start the machine and what to do at shut down. They checked the internet setup up. Everything worked fine. Finally a they showed him how the little round ball that looked like a diving helmet worked. It's a cam. Not sure if that works as you need someone on the other end of the line to accept your cam, but the little green light did come on. PoBoy is in business now.
Now it was close to 9:30 and after getting ready for bed, he crawled in with the puppies around 10:00. The puppies were tired out too. Each of them slept through the night all snuggled against the PoBoy as did one of the kitties. PoBoy relaxed and fell to sleep.
Thursday, May 22, 2008Today was the PoBoy's birthday. He reached the age of 66. Funny for the longest time, he believed he'd die before 65 as did is mother. But surprise, your old PoBoy is still here.
The office bought lunch for everyone in celebration of PoBoy's birthday. They had sub sandwiches. Pretty good too. Everyone chattered about the upcoming conference, June 12-14, 2008, in Bay City, Michigan. Because of lack of funds these days, PoBoy would not do the whole conference. He is suppose to arrive on Friday the 13th, oh my god! He suddenly realized that it was going to be Friday the 13th. He wonders what kind of fun that day will bring.
He called Avis to check on a rental vehicle for the 36 hour adventure, and it will cost about $54.00 plus gas providing he gets the car back on time. The 202 mile round trip will take a couple of hours each way.
Oh his way home from work that day, the traffic was bottlenecked for four or five miles. PoBoy new about the road construction, single lane going each direction because the other two lanes don't exist at the moment, but generally the traffic flow moves slowly but steady. Not this day. Bumper to bumper they inched there way toward the end of the construction zone.
About 3/4 of the way PoBoy saw the problem. A young man lay face down in the four foot high, 16 foot wide, two center lanes dug up for repair, with his motorcycle about 30 feet from him. He heard later that someone had hit the motorcycle from behind and flipped the man into the lanes that had been dug up. PoBoy flinched as he tried to figure how they would ever get an ambulance in their to help the man. There just was no room at all. Can't stop though or the traffic will become worse. Funny how it makes PoBoy feel so bad and helpless not to be able to help. In fact other then a woman bending over the prone man, who's face was still in the dirt, not even the construction workers came to his aid.
Friday, May 23, 2008Well today is the last day of the week, thought PoBoy. It's even better because he will have 3 days to rest and regain his composure. The heart doctor made arrangements for him to speak to a ministerial/emotional counselor. The doctor believes PoBoy had been under more stress then he could handle by himself. The doctor also believed that it was this stress that not only was a significant factor in his heart attack, but also a definite possiblity of why his blood pressure was still running high --- 163/92.
"Come in PoBoy," Ralph Roberston said. "I hear you might be having some severe emotional problems and possibly causing your blood pressure to remain high." Well, PoBoy said, that's what the doctor thinks. "PoBoy, do you know that stress is a main factor in heart attacks?" Mr. Robertson, I don't think I've ever known exactly what stress is, PoBoy replied. "Well PoBoy, because of stress your heart works harder then its desirable limits. When that happens something has to give -- in your case, your heart just gave up."
The first interview was short and sweet. PoBoy had to admit he found Ralph to be a nice and knowledgable person. In a way, PoBoy looked forward to his next visit.
Wednesday May 21, 2008Again the PoBoy came home from work. The folks had said they would probably already have the router setup before he came home. PoBoy observed their car in his driveway. His heart sunk as he expected the worse.
Sure enough the folks were busily at work on the router. About 6:30, they had to place a phone call to Belkins. They could not get it to work. PoBoy still believed it was in the cable box, as he had on several past occassions had to return the box for replacement.
After about a 10 minute conversation with Belkins, they told the folks that it would require the expertise of a higher tech and that tech would call back in five minutes. About 45 minutes later, the folks called Belkins again.
Like all major companies you never seem to get the original person you were speaking with originally. Tonight was no different, the folks had to go back over what the problem was and how the other party had tried to help and that they had waited forty-five minutes for a return call. The new guy went over the procedure to the point they had reached before, and then it was the "secret" number thing where they were stumped. The new tech told them to enter a certain number and both the cable box and the Belkins lit up. Everything worked again. PoBoy was wrong. It wasn't the comcast cable box.
Last came the going over the different parts of the "new-used" laptop. PoBoy had them take it out to the dining room, about 30 feet from his bedroom, separated by a wall, and see if it would work there. Sure enough it worked like a dream. They showed him how to start the machine and what to do at shut down. They checked the internet setup up. Everything worked fine. Finally a they showed him how the little round ball that looked like a diving helmet worked. It's a cam. Not sure if that works as you need someone on the other end of the line to accept your cam, but the little green light did come on. PoBoy is in business now.
Now it was close to 9:30 and after getting ready for bed, he crawled in with the puppies around 10:00. The puppies were tired out too. Each of them slept through the night all snuggled against the PoBoy as did one of the kitties. PoBoy relaxed and fell to sleep.
Thursday, May 22, 2008Today was the PoBoy's birthday. He reached the age of 66. Funny for the longest time, he believed he'd die before 65 as did is mother. But surprise, your old PoBoy is still here.
The office bought lunch for everyone in celebration of PoBoy's birthday. They had sub sandwiches. Pretty good too. Everyone chattered about the upcoming conference, June 12-14, 2008, in Bay City, Michigan. Because of lack of funds these days, PoBoy would not do the whole conference. He is suppose to arrive on Friday the 13th, oh my god! He suddenly realized that it was going to be Friday the 13th. He wonders what kind of fun that day will bring.
He called Avis to check on a rental vehicle for the 36 hour adventure, and it will cost about $54.00 plus gas providing he gets the car back on time. The 202 mile round trip will take a couple of hours each way.
Oh his way home from work that day, the traffic was bottlenecked for four or five miles. PoBoy new about the road construction, single lane going each direction because the other two lanes don't exist at the moment, but generally the traffic flow moves slowly but steady. Not this day. Bumper to bumper they inched there way toward the end of the construction zone.
About 3/4 of the way PoBoy saw the problem. A young man lay face down in the four foot high, 16 foot wide, two center lanes dug up for repair, with his motorcycle about 30 feet from him. He heard later that someone had hit the motorcycle from behind and flipped the man into the lanes that had been dug up. PoBoy flinched as he tried to figure how they would ever get an ambulance in their to help the man. There just was no room at all. Can't stop though or the traffic will become worse. Funny how it makes PoBoy feel so bad and helpless not to be able to help. In fact other then a woman bending over the prone man, who's face was still in the dirt, not even the construction workers came to his aid.
Friday, May 23, 2008Well today is the last day of the week, thought PoBoy. It's even better because he will have 3 days to rest and regain his composure. The heart doctor made arrangements for him to speak to a ministerial/emotional counselor. The doctor believes PoBoy had been under more stress then he could handle by himself. The doctor also believed that it was this stress that not only was a significant factor in his heart attack, but also a definite possiblity of why his blood pressure was still running high --- 163/92.
"Come in PoBoy," Ralph Roberston said. "I hear you might be having some severe emotional problems and possibly causing your blood pressure to remain high." Well, PoBoy said, that's what the doctor thinks. "PoBoy, do you know that stress is a main factor in heart attacks?" Mr. Robertson, I don't think I've ever known exactly what stress is, PoBoy replied. "Well PoBoy, because of stress your heart works harder then its desirable limits. When that happens something has to give -- in your case, your heart just gave up."
The first interview was short and sweet. PoBoy had to admit he found Ralph to be a nice and knowledgable person. In a way, PoBoy looked forward to his next visit.
Monday, May 19, 2008
Dull But Hectic Days
How can it be that one side of PoBoy is frozen and the other side is perspiring? Well late in the day at the office as PoBoy began to secure the building for the night, he found one side of the building had the air conditioner turned on (that's the side the office rents to another organization) and the main office side the heat was on. Outside it was clear, windy and cool. Hmmmmm! No wonder the PoBoy contracts pneumonia!
PoBoy was busy once again at the office. He has now entered 92 registrants for the conference. The number also includes children (they have a children's program for the young ones) but PoBoy must make name tags for everyone. By the time registration closes, the last day before the conference begins, they'll probably be close to 180 registrants. The last day before the beginning of the conference is like "hell week" on a college campus; and the first day the conference begins is like a championship football game with everyone running in every direction. Boy! PoBoy will be glad when that is over.
They are offering a "Free" party boat ride up the river in Bay City again this year. PoBoy has his fingers crossed that it will not be cold. He'd like to go on that boat ride. Last time it was held in Bay County in late May, PoBoy didn't take a coat and the weather was unusally cold. PoBoy missed the boat ride.
Well as work concluded today, PoBoy headed home. He stopped off at the Dollar Tree, about a mile and a half out of his way to see if it had remained the same since the last time he visited. Sure enough eveything in the Dollar Tree is still a "dollar!" We also have "Dollar General's" and "Family Dollar" stores too, but they start at a dollar go up. So PoBoy always keeps up-to-date with the inexpensive outlets in his community. He picked up some doggie biscuits and a 3 pack of doggie chew bars for the puppies. Mainly he just checked out the store for future reference.
Next stop was the "Dollar General" to pick up some kitty food. The kitties like 9 Lives Chopped Beef in Gravy and 9 Lives Chicken and Tuna. Well to the surprise of PoBoy the 9 Lives he once bought for a four pack for $1.20 now are sold individually at 3 for dollar. He picked up 6 of those, normally he buys 8. He also picked up a bag of Meow-Mix, total 3.75. Off he went.
He stopped next at a grocery store called "More for Less," where he has the habit of buying his puppies food. He picked up a couple of packs of pork steaks (they get one split in two) for supper and mornings they each have their fried chicken. He bought himself a bag of spagetti and a jar of spagetti sauce. He also picked up a pack of hamburger. Off he goes again. But this time to home having spent almost all his extra dollars and he still has one more week to go before payday at the office again.
As he walked through the door, the puppies attacked him. Into the bags they went like little children at Christmas time. They checked every item out like a cashier does at the checkout register. Satisfied that PoBoy did good, they lapped his face and wanted to play for about half an hour.
Well that was PoBoy's day. Much the same everyday. PoBoy's calls his puppies and they jump in the bed ready for a night's rest. Another one of the same type day's awaits PoBoy at 5:00 a.m. in the morning.
PoBoy was busy once again at the office. He has now entered 92 registrants for the conference. The number also includes children (they have a children's program for the young ones) but PoBoy must make name tags for everyone. By the time registration closes, the last day before the conference begins, they'll probably be close to 180 registrants. The last day before the beginning of the conference is like "hell week" on a college campus; and the first day the conference begins is like a championship football game with everyone running in every direction. Boy! PoBoy will be glad when that is over.
They are offering a "Free" party boat ride up the river in Bay City again this year. PoBoy has his fingers crossed that it will not be cold. He'd like to go on that boat ride. Last time it was held in Bay County in late May, PoBoy didn't take a coat and the weather was unusally cold. PoBoy missed the boat ride.
Well as work concluded today, PoBoy headed home. He stopped off at the Dollar Tree, about a mile and a half out of his way to see if it had remained the same since the last time he visited. Sure enough eveything in the Dollar Tree is still a "dollar!" We also have "Dollar General's" and "Family Dollar" stores too, but they start at a dollar go up. So PoBoy always keeps up-to-date with the inexpensive outlets in his community. He picked up some doggie biscuits and a 3 pack of doggie chew bars for the puppies. Mainly he just checked out the store for future reference.
Next stop was the "Dollar General" to pick up some kitty food. The kitties like 9 Lives Chopped Beef in Gravy and 9 Lives Chicken and Tuna. Well to the surprise of PoBoy the 9 Lives he once bought for a four pack for $1.20 now are sold individually at 3 for dollar. He picked up 6 of those, normally he buys 8. He also picked up a bag of Meow-Mix, total 3.75. Off he went.
He stopped next at a grocery store called "More for Less," where he has the habit of buying his puppies food. He picked up a couple of packs of pork steaks (they get one split in two) for supper and mornings they each have their fried chicken. He bought himself a bag of spagetti and a jar of spagetti sauce. He also picked up a pack of hamburger. Off he goes again. But this time to home having spent almost all his extra dollars and he still has one more week to go before payday at the office again.
As he walked through the door, the puppies attacked him. Into the bags they went like little children at Christmas time. They checked every item out like a cashier does at the checkout register. Satisfied that PoBoy did good, they lapped his face and wanted to play for about half an hour.
Well that was PoBoy's day. Much the same everyday. PoBoy's calls his puppies and they jump in the bed ready for a night's rest. Another one of the same type day's awaits PoBoy at 5:00 a.m. in the morning.
Three Days of Puppies Coming Soon
Not much to report this fine Monday morning. Everything was quiet this weekend. One exception, we had a cold front breeze through and temperatures have dropped again. Next time we will see the 70's is suppose to be this coming weekend.
Speaking of this upcoming weekend, it's a holiday weekend and we celebrate it at the office. We'll have a three day weekend to rest and recuperate. PoBoy wishes to extend his best wishes for a wonderful upcoming weekend.
The puppies are fantastic but they had a little episode with the old spinster kitty, Penny. She got herself into one of those moods this past weekend and we ended up with about a three minute brawl before the big frame of PoBoy interrupted them and threatened to beat all their hind ends. That ended the dispute. Little did they know that PoBoy would never harm a hair on their head.
PoBoy is always amazed when these little spats break out. If there is only one doggie the old spinster kitty will just walk up to the pup and nuzzle him or her. Let the two puppies get together and well Penny must see it has mob warfare, because all heaven's breaks loose. On the other hand, the "Tom" kitty, Nickle, sleeps right in bed with PoBoy and the puppies. Unbelievable.
PoBoy had hoped to get online with his "new-used laptop" because he had purchased a router and and a 2 gig storage flash drive for it, but the people who sold him the PC had their own problems with the flu. So that too was postponed for a few days.
Looking at the calendar, PoBoy notes that next week will be the last week in May. Oh! That will surely be a great week as he will receive check number two of his Social Security Retirement .
JUne the fifth, PoBoy returns to the doctor's office for his blood pressure check. The doctor has not mentioned in more then two months, that he will still need a "defibulator." No news is good news is what PoBoy figures. PoBoy is going to need to do some research on this Blood Pressure problem. A lot of the problem, he is sure, is coming from his poor eating habits and the side problem is emotional stress that he gets daily at work, at home, and even in Florida. Oh! The campground did send him some pictures and he will need to research on how to load the three pictures to the internet. He was disappointed with things because he has now paid $1800.00 in setup fees and he can't see his money's worth yet.
Well PoBoy needs to gather himself and get ready to begin the work week. Will someone who reads this please click on the comments section and leave PoBoy a short note. PoBoy would like to know if that section is working. He has fidgeted with it a couple of times now.
Have a great week.
The one and only PoBoy
Speaking of this upcoming weekend, it's a holiday weekend and we celebrate it at the office. We'll have a three day weekend to rest and recuperate. PoBoy wishes to extend his best wishes for a wonderful upcoming weekend.
The puppies are fantastic but they had a little episode with the old spinster kitty, Penny. She got herself into one of those moods this past weekend and we ended up with about a three minute brawl before the big frame of PoBoy interrupted them and threatened to beat all their hind ends. That ended the dispute. Little did they know that PoBoy would never harm a hair on their head.
PoBoy is always amazed when these little spats break out. If there is only one doggie the old spinster kitty will just walk up to the pup and nuzzle him or her. Let the two puppies get together and well Penny must see it has mob warfare, because all heaven's breaks loose. On the other hand, the "Tom" kitty, Nickle, sleeps right in bed with PoBoy and the puppies. Unbelievable.
PoBoy had hoped to get online with his "new-used laptop" because he had purchased a router and and a 2 gig storage flash drive for it, but the people who sold him the PC had their own problems with the flu. So that too was postponed for a few days.
Looking at the calendar, PoBoy notes that next week will be the last week in May. Oh! That will surely be a great week as he will receive check number two of his Social Security Retirement .
JUne the fifth, PoBoy returns to the doctor's office for his blood pressure check. The doctor has not mentioned in more then two months, that he will still need a "defibulator." No news is good news is what PoBoy figures. PoBoy is going to need to do some research on this Blood Pressure problem. A lot of the problem, he is sure, is coming from his poor eating habits and the side problem is emotional stress that he gets daily at work, at home, and even in Florida. Oh! The campground did send him some pictures and he will need to research on how to load the three pictures to the internet. He was disappointed with things because he has now paid $1800.00 in setup fees and he can't see his money's worth yet.
Well PoBoy needs to gather himself and get ready to begin the work week. Will someone who reads this please click on the comments section and leave PoBoy a short note. PoBoy would like to know if that section is working. He has fidgeted with it a couple of times now.
Have a great week.
The one and only PoBoy
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Depression or Reality
PoBoy are you home yet? Yes he is. He's home for the weekend. PoBoy stopped at Walmart and bought a router for his new-used laptop. If the person he bought it from keeps their word, he'll have a wireless connection for the laptop tomorrow - Saturday. He also picked up a 2 gig mini flash drive.
Oh and also got a note from Uncle Sam saying PoBoy has an electronic stimulus check coming on the 16th. Guess what? No check. Guess they changed their mind but that is to be expected. When PoBoy did his income tax, the lady wrote down the wrong electronic routing numbers, so the expected bank arrival of tax return ended up being mailed a month or so later then expected. Guess PoBoy will receive his stimulus check by mail in 4 to 6 weeks.
"Don't ever count your chickens til they're hatched PoBoy." PoBoy's mother taught him that among a thousand other things a very long time ago.
Well its Saturday night. The party that was suppose to arrive to set up the pieces of the new-used laptop emailed him to let him know they had come down with the "flu." Needless to say PoBoy was disappointed but there is still another day. All PoBoy has to do is live to see it.
Not much happening on Saturday's when you have reached a certain age. PoBoy slept a few hours in the afternoon. He messed around with his desktop pc and before he new it, the time had arrived for bed.
One thing did occur that is noteworthy. About 4 o'clock in the afternoon a cold front blew through. The weather station showed how the temperatures behind it were about 10 degrees colder then was the current temperature at that time. Forecast for the week, tomorrow, Sunday high 55, low 39 and rain. In fact, rain for the next three days. First sign of 70's again is next Saturday.
Well it looks like PoBoy will be chilled the rest of the week but maybe next weekend, a long one, Saturday, Sunday, and Monday, will be better. PoBoy, these days, is not feeling very lively. Days just pass. Life just passes. Hold on PoBoy, you only have 152 days until you can sit back and say you made it. And then the journey south in 167 days. Where has the time gone, PoBoy wonders.
Oh and also got a note from Uncle Sam saying PoBoy has an electronic stimulus check coming on the 16th. Guess what? No check. Guess they changed their mind but that is to be expected. When PoBoy did his income tax, the lady wrote down the wrong electronic routing numbers, so the expected bank arrival of tax return ended up being mailed a month or so later then expected. Guess PoBoy will receive his stimulus check by mail in 4 to 6 weeks.
"Don't ever count your chickens til they're hatched PoBoy." PoBoy's mother taught him that among a thousand other things a very long time ago.
Well its Saturday night. The party that was suppose to arrive to set up the pieces of the new-used laptop emailed him to let him know they had come down with the "flu." Needless to say PoBoy was disappointed but there is still another day. All PoBoy has to do is live to see it.
Not much happening on Saturday's when you have reached a certain age. PoBoy slept a few hours in the afternoon. He messed around with his desktop pc and before he new it, the time had arrived for bed.
One thing did occur that is noteworthy. About 4 o'clock in the afternoon a cold front blew through. The weather station showed how the temperatures behind it were about 10 degrees colder then was the current temperature at that time. Forecast for the week, tomorrow, Sunday high 55, low 39 and rain. In fact, rain for the next three days. First sign of 70's again is next Saturday.
Well it looks like PoBoy will be chilled the rest of the week but maybe next weekend, a long one, Saturday, Sunday, and Monday, will be better. PoBoy, these days, is not feeling very lively. Days just pass. Life just passes. Hold on PoBoy, you only have 152 days until you can sit back and say you made it. And then the journey south in 167 days. Where has the time gone, PoBoy wonders.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Is it still Christmas - Cold enough to be
PoBoy shivers in his PJ's. Springtime is here but it is still cool in the mornings - low 40's. Sometimes dipping back into the 30's. It's Thursday and PoBoy is beginning to move around and prepare for a full day's work.
Last evening he had an emotional tremor. It happens frequently but still catches him off guard. He was getting ready for bed and the girl doggie (Sissy) was lying on the bed ready for a night's sleep. Then it happened. PoBoy was overcome with a sudden pang of grief and loss. He laid his head on Sissy and cried.
Well PoBoy is sitting here again. But now it is night time. Well the day came and went with lots of activity at the office. He made coffee and fixed ice water for the first meeting that started at 10 a.m. The next meeting began about 11:45 a.m. That's the way it went all day. People in and out. Coffee full and empty. And now PoBoy waits for sleep to come to him. He doesn't sleep as well as he once did, but he'll get a few hours nap.
Oh! Came home to find out the other vehicle is running again. PoBoy figured he knew what was wrong. A loose wire on the starter. PoBoy is not mechanically inclined but he has this keen sense of knowing what is wrong with a vehicle and he's usually right.
In Michigan especially this time of year there are pot holes as big as elephants and if you manage to hit one, well it would jar your false teeth out. That's what PoBoy needs false teeth.
With a new set of teeth he could he better things and maybe his blood pressure would come down. Dentists won't touch him because of the recent heart attack. Anyway wouldn't make much difference if they would, because insurance won't pay for it. Well maybe he will get lucky and some nice guy will knock his teeth out and then they will have to fix him up with a set of falsies. We can hope, right?
State tune for tomorrow entry. It was payday today. He's going to the local Walmart tomorrow to get a "Belkins router" to hook up the new-used laptop. Soon he'll be able to sit on the porch and learn to type wireless. Yipee! He plans to hook it up on Saturday. Oh and he lost his USB storage unit someplace so he'll need to buy one of those too. A shopping we will go. A shopping we will go. Hi Ho the Dario a shopping we will go.
Last evening he had an emotional tremor. It happens frequently but still catches him off guard. He was getting ready for bed and the girl doggie (Sissy) was lying on the bed ready for a night's sleep. Then it happened. PoBoy was overcome with a sudden pang of grief and loss. He laid his head on Sissy and cried.
Well PoBoy is sitting here again. But now it is night time. Well the day came and went with lots of activity at the office. He made coffee and fixed ice water for the first meeting that started at 10 a.m. The next meeting began about 11:45 a.m. That's the way it went all day. People in and out. Coffee full and empty. And now PoBoy waits for sleep to come to him. He doesn't sleep as well as he once did, but he'll get a few hours nap.
Oh! Came home to find out the other vehicle is running again. PoBoy figured he knew what was wrong. A loose wire on the starter. PoBoy is not mechanically inclined but he has this keen sense of knowing what is wrong with a vehicle and he's usually right.
In Michigan especially this time of year there are pot holes as big as elephants and if you manage to hit one, well it would jar your false teeth out. That's what PoBoy needs false teeth.
With a new set of teeth he could he better things and maybe his blood pressure would come down. Dentists won't touch him because of the recent heart attack. Anyway wouldn't make much difference if they would, because insurance won't pay for it. Well maybe he will get lucky and some nice guy will knock his teeth out and then they will have to fix him up with a set of falsies. We can hope, right?
State tune for tomorrow entry. It was payday today. He's going to the local Walmart tomorrow to get a "Belkins router" to hook up the new-used laptop. Soon he'll be able to sit on the porch and learn to type wireless. Yipee! He plans to hook it up on Saturday. Oh and he lost his USB storage unit someplace so he'll need to buy one of those too. A shopping we will go. A shopping we will go. Hi Ho the Dario a shopping we will go.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
A lengthy Visit
PoBoy made a slight miscalulation. His heart doctor appointment is the 14th. That's today! Oh! My have to be there at 9:00 a.m. PoBoy needs to get his, you know what, in gear.
Okay PoBoy feed the doggies and the kitties. Get your shave and shower done. Let's Go!
PoBoy was about to get in bed when he remembered he had not done his post for today. So let me see if I can "work something up."
PoBoy managed to get to the doctor's office ten minutes before he was suppose to be there. He had told the office workers he'd probably be an hour. Well PoBoy sat and sat and sat and before long it was 9:30 before he was admitted into the inner sanctuary where nurses were sitting eating what looked to be a brown sugar crumb cake with M&M's on top.
Poor PoBoy with the sugar problem. So he got on the scale all the while eyeing that beautiful coffee cake. He could almost taste it when the scale beeped. They use an electronic scale and the numbers finally quit fading in and out and came to a stop: 197.8.
Next the nurse, a tall nurse, led him to the room to wait for the heart doctor. What are you here for today? "The doctor told me to be here," PoBoy answered. There must be a reason she said. "Probably because of my high blood pressure readings," PoBoy gave her a plausible explanation. Oh! Yes! I see, she said. PoBoy thought, "boy do nurses really get paid this."
I better take your vitals she said. "Finally," PoBoy thought, she's finally getting the hang of things. "Would you like me to roll up my sleeve," he asked. That would help she said. So PoBoy loosed a button on his long sleeve shirt and rolled it up above the elbow leaving enough room for her to wrap the tournique around him. She dragged over a tri-pod on wheels with another electronic gizmo on top. She wrapped the blood pressure balloon bag around his arm. The electronic box began to whir, and the balloon began to fill. Ooops! she said, as she had PoBoy stick his finger out, and she placed his finger in what appeared to be a clothes pin -- used to take your pulse. One more thing she said, as she pulled this "dip stick" thing from sheath. It too had a electronic box on it. Then she about stuck it down his throat as she tried to get it under PoBoy's tonuge. Temperature reading: 98.6 Good she said. "Well what did you expect," PoBoy thought.
The other electronic box went "buzz" Not so good, she said. "And what's wrong with a 143/92. Looked better then last month," PoBoy said.
She closed the door behind her. Wait, wait, wait.
Door opens. Good Morning PoBoy. Doctor Questions. Any chest pain? Short of breath? And a hundred more. NO, NO, NO! PoBoy said, "can I get rid of some of these meds now," thinking of the empty wallet in his pocket. "No. We're going to double dose you on your bp med." Great PoBoy thought, just what I wanted to hear.
That was the visit and out he went. Hopped in the elevator and went down 7 floors. Walked out the front door to give the valet the ticket for his vehicle. The young man said, oh! when you stopped the vehicle and went in, it wouldn't start so we had to push it down there to end. I'll call the hospital security and he can jump start you. Wait. Wait. Wait.
Suddenly a white SUV pulls up with a bar of flashing lights on the roof. "Are they going to put me in jail for high blood pressure now," PoBoy thought. Undoubtedly, PoBoy would five to life for that. A uniform guard got out of the truck and hooked up a little black box to the battery. "Try it," he said. Click. Click. Nothing. Three or four more times -- still nothing. Goes back to flashing lights and comes back with a second box. Makes a call to his superior to make sure he can do this. Hooks both black boxes to the battery. "Try it." Click, click, CLICK.
"Might be the corrosion on the clamps on the battery," said the Security Enforcement Officer. PoBoy thought, "he'll probably give me jail time for that too." "Thanks," said PoBoy "can I borrow your cell phone to call my son. It's local...485." Here you go. What was the number again. He dialed it and handed it to PoBoy. PoBoy explained his predicament and his son said he stop to help on his way to work. "Thank you," said PoBoy. Wait. Wait. Wait.
"This is Tom," PoBoy's son said, "I'm taking him into work today too." PoBoy quickly told them what happened and his son get in and pop the clutch when we get you rolling. Thank goodness for "stick shifts" Rmmmmmmmmmm the engine rumbled. Thanks guys PoBoy said. No trouble at all Pop and Tom smiled too.
Well the whole ordeal took the time to 10:30 a.m. An hour and half late. Oh! Me! PoBoy thought as he sped off down the road to work.
Speaking of speeding off, PoBoy is crawling into his bed right now.
Okay PoBoy feed the doggies and the kitties. Get your shave and shower done. Let's Go!
PoBoy was about to get in bed when he remembered he had not done his post for today. So let me see if I can "work something up."
PoBoy managed to get to the doctor's office ten minutes before he was suppose to be there. He had told the office workers he'd probably be an hour. Well PoBoy sat and sat and sat and before long it was 9:30 before he was admitted into the inner sanctuary where nurses were sitting eating what looked to be a brown sugar crumb cake with M&M's on top.
Poor PoBoy with the sugar problem. So he got on the scale all the while eyeing that beautiful coffee cake. He could almost taste it when the scale beeped. They use an electronic scale and the numbers finally quit fading in and out and came to a stop: 197.8.
Next the nurse, a tall nurse, led him to the room to wait for the heart doctor. What are you here for today? "The doctor told me to be here," PoBoy answered. There must be a reason she said. "Probably because of my high blood pressure readings," PoBoy gave her a plausible explanation. Oh! Yes! I see, she said. PoBoy thought, "boy do nurses really get paid this."
I better take your vitals she said. "Finally," PoBoy thought, she's finally getting the hang of things. "Would you like me to roll up my sleeve," he asked. That would help she said. So PoBoy loosed a button on his long sleeve shirt and rolled it up above the elbow leaving enough room for her to wrap the tournique around him. She dragged over a tri-pod on wheels with another electronic gizmo on top. She wrapped the blood pressure balloon bag around his arm. The electronic box began to whir, and the balloon began to fill. Ooops! she said, as she had PoBoy stick his finger out, and she placed his finger in what appeared to be a clothes pin -- used to take your pulse. One more thing she said, as she pulled this "dip stick" thing from sheath. It too had a electronic box on it. Then she about stuck it down his throat as she tried to get it under PoBoy's tonuge. Temperature reading: 98.6 Good she said. "Well what did you expect," PoBoy thought.
The other electronic box went "buzz" Not so good, she said. "And what's wrong with a 143/92. Looked better then last month," PoBoy said.
She closed the door behind her. Wait, wait, wait.
Door opens. Good Morning PoBoy. Doctor Questions. Any chest pain? Short of breath? And a hundred more. NO, NO, NO! PoBoy said, "can I get rid of some of these meds now," thinking of the empty wallet in his pocket. "No. We're going to double dose you on your bp med." Great PoBoy thought, just what I wanted to hear.
That was the visit and out he went. Hopped in the elevator and went down 7 floors. Walked out the front door to give the valet the ticket for his vehicle. The young man said, oh! when you stopped the vehicle and went in, it wouldn't start so we had to push it down there to end. I'll call the hospital security and he can jump start you. Wait. Wait. Wait.
Suddenly a white SUV pulls up with a bar of flashing lights on the roof. "Are they going to put me in jail for high blood pressure now," PoBoy thought. Undoubtedly, PoBoy would five to life for that. A uniform guard got out of the truck and hooked up a little black box to the battery. "Try it," he said. Click. Click. Nothing. Three or four more times -- still nothing. Goes back to flashing lights and comes back with a second box. Makes a call to his superior to make sure he can do this. Hooks both black boxes to the battery. "Try it." Click, click, CLICK.
"Might be the corrosion on the clamps on the battery," said the Security Enforcement Officer. PoBoy thought, "he'll probably give me jail time for that too." "Thanks," said PoBoy "can I borrow your cell phone to call my son. It's local...485." Here you go. What was the number again. He dialed it and handed it to PoBoy. PoBoy explained his predicament and his son said he stop to help on his way to work. "Thank you," said PoBoy. Wait. Wait. Wait.
"This is Tom," PoBoy's son said, "I'm taking him into work today too." PoBoy quickly told them what happened and his son get in and pop the clutch when we get you rolling. Thank goodness for "stick shifts" Rmmmmmmmmmm the engine rumbled. Thanks guys PoBoy said. No trouble at all Pop and Tom smiled too.
Well the whole ordeal took the time to 10:30 a.m. An hour and half late. Oh! Me! PoBoy thought as he sped off down the road to work.
Speaking of speeding off, PoBoy is crawling into his bed right now.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Pictures have Arrived
Yesterday, in the evening downloading email, after almost six months of waiting, pictures of the trailer in Florida have finally arrived. The campground sent a total of four but one picture is not so good.
PoBoy now needs to find a photo site that will store the pictures, and he will need to figure out how to create a link to those pictures so that you may see his future retirement home.
After looking through the blogger area, PoBoy thinks he has figured out how to allow you to leave a comment. He changed the settings, and he may need to re-adjust them in the future, but take a moment to click on the word comment. A new window should open with a box on the right for your comment. When finished just hit "publish"
This week PoBoy is off to the doctor's once again. He will visit the "heart" doctor on Thursday morning. While there the doctor will go over his recent bloodwork and explain to PoBoy how he is doing. Actually PoBoy is hoping the doctor will remove at least a couple of pills from his regimen of eight per day.
Pills can be so costly and PoBoy would much rather put his money into the trailer. One of the pictures shows rust along the hitch area, and PoBoy would like to get that painted. There's a Project already waiting for PoBoy.
With only 29 days to go before the office annual conference, the office is becoming a buzz of activity and paperwork is beginning to pile up on PoBoy's desk. PoBoy's work load is basically to put together delegate packets, maintain a roster of those who will be attending, make name tags for all and other items that need to be accomplished before June 12, 2008. The total attendees expected is from 150 to 200 people.
June 12, 2008 is opening day of the conference to be held in Bay City, Michigan. It's a nice little city, PoBoy has been there once, and if he can remember, he'll take along his new camera to share some photos with you all. The conference runs three days, Thursday through Saturday. Hey! PoBoy take along your "new-used" laptop too which is set for wireless connection, and you can post the activities as they unfold on your website. Now that seems like an intriguing idea, if he can learn to operate the laptop.
Laptops are a strange breed of electronics to the PoBoy. Even the keyboard is some different then the standard one he uses for his desktop PC. Well PoBoy you have always claimed you enjoy learning, so put on your "thinking cap."
PoBoy's puppies and kitties are all doing great. They seem to get along well together. Once in awhile there is a small skirmish but only of the mild variety. This morning PoBoy woke to find the girl doggie (Sissy) lying in bed next to his chest. The boy doggie (PunkyButt) lying at his feet and covered with the blanket (the window was open and the temperature was in the 40's). Behind him, next to his back Nickle (the boy kitty) was lying sound asleep. What a crew PoBoy has! One was missing, Penny, the old spinster. Not sure where she slept.
PoBoy now needs to find a photo site that will store the pictures, and he will need to figure out how to create a link to those pictures so that you may see his future retirement home.
After looking through the blogger area, PoBoy thinks he has figured out how to allow you to leave a comment. He changed the settings, and he may need to re-adjust them in the future, but take a moment to click on the word comment. A new window should open with a box on the right for your comment. When finished just hit "publish"
This week PoBoy is off to the doctor's once again. He will visit the "heart" doctor on Thursday morning. While there the doctor will go over his recent bloodwork and explain to PoBoy how he is doing. Actually PoBoy is hoping the doctor will remove at least a couple of pills from his regimen of eight per day.
Pills can be so costly and PoBoy would much rather put his money into the trailer. One of the pictures shows rust along the hitch area, and PoBoy would like to get that painted. There's a Project already waiting for PoBoy.
With only 29 days to go before the office annual conference, the office is becoming a buzz of activity and paperwork is beginning to pile up on PoBoy's desk. PoBoy's work load is basically to put together delegate packets, maintain a roster of those who will be attending, make name tags for all and other items that need to be accomplished before June 12, 2008. The total attendees expected is from 150 to 200 people.
June 12, 2008 is opening day of the conference to be held in Bay City, Michigan. It's a nice little city, PoBoy has been there once, and if he can remember, he'll take along his new camera to share some photos with you all. The conference runs three days, Thursday through Saturday. Hey! PoBoy take along your "new-used" laptop too which is set for wireless connection, and you can post the activities as they unfold on your website. Now that seems like an intriguing idea, if he can learn to operate the laptop.
Laptops are a strange breed of electronics to the PoBoy. Even the keyboard is some different then the standard one he uses for his desktop PC. Well PoBoy you have always claimed you enjoy learning, so put on your "thinking cap."
PoBoy's puppies and kitties are all doing great. They seem to get along well together. Once in awhile there is a small skirmish but only of the mild variety. This morning PoBoy woke to find the girl doggie (Sissy) lying in bed next to his chest. The boy doggie (PunkyButt) lying at his feet and covered with the blanket (the window was open and the temperature was in the 40's). Behind him, next to his back Nickle (the boy kitty) was lying sound asleep. What a crew PoBoy has! One was missing, Penny, the old spinster. Not sure where she slept.
Monday, May 12, 2008
The Trauma of Decisions
Well the weekend has drawn to an end. Mother's Day is over for another year. Mother's are home tucked in their bed. Time for the father's to prepare for another week of work. Not to forget those wonderful Mom's some of those too, are making preparations for a work week.
PoBoy had himself a boring weekend. The weather set his mood. Saturday was not too bad, weatherwise, but when you add to the equation "broke before payday" well everyone knows how that works. He went to the store one time for groceries for the puppies and kitties. While he was there he overheard a mom explaining how she got "robbed" of her stimulus check.
It seems the lady had visions of receiving $600.00 but when it arrived the government sent only $300.00. She sure was angry. Whatever happened to being thankful for a "windfall." I don't remember "windfall's" being measured out. Oh! Well people are strange creatures for sure. I do hope everyone receives a "stimulus check" from Uncle Sam but be thankful for whatever you get. Besides its more then what you have now.
PoBoy has a piece of financial advice. Make sure you save a little piece of pie for yourself each and every payday. Years from now you'll be glad you did. It makes no difference if you only tuck away $10.00 because your cultivating the roots of a saving's tree. Keep your eye on the future harvest. Watch it grow!
Okay time for PoBoy to step-down off the pedestal. It is good advice however, and PoBoy only wished he had followed it. PoBoy tightens his "purse strings." He vows no more buying things until he arrives in Florida.
He has some major purchases to make when he arrives there. For example, he'll need to buy a bed. The one originally in the trailer was destroyed when the water ran into him retirement home. PoBoy is not sure what size bed he should purchase as he has never figured out the difference between a king size, queen size, regular size, twin size -- all of them are "Greek" to PoBoy. One thing he does know, he'd like it to be a firm bed.
Then there is the matter of a stove. The stove in the trailer is an apartment size but PoBoy is not sure of its usability. It's possible the gas lines might have developed rust during the trailers long sit. A gas leak in a trailer is not something he wants to deal with. He'll need to make some choices. A new stove would be great, but then again a good used stove might serve his needs and of course his finanacial program.
A refrigerator will also be needed. What size? New or used. He saw a refrigerator online at Sears for just over $400.00 that might suit his purpose. Then again a quality used refrigerator might shave a couple of hundred off that new price.
There is also the matter of a small desk or possibly a table to sit in the little tip out. This area will become his computer room. Although there is not much room in the tipout , if he can place a desk and chair there it will work for him.
Finally comes his Florida room, a 10 x 25 square foot of add on to the trailer. He plans for a television to be out there providing he can weatherize the area. A small freezer might be a great addition to store his fish that he hopes to catch.
Oh PoBoy, all the decisions yet to be made.
PoBoy had himself a boring weekend. The weather set his mood. Saturday was not too bad, weatherwise, but when you add to the equation "broke before payday" well everyone knows how that works. He went to the store one time for groceries for the puppies and kitties. While he was there he overheard a mom explaining how she got "robbed" of her stimulus check.
It seems the lady had visions of receiving $600.00 but when it arrived the government sent only $300.00. She sure was angry. Whatever happened to being thankful for a "windfall." I don't remember "windfall's" being measured out. Oh! Well people are strange creatures for sure. I do hope everyone receives a "stimulus check" from Uncle Sam but be thankful for whatever you get. Besides its more then what you have now.
PoBoy has a piece of financial advice. Make sure you save a little piece of pie for yourself each and every payday. Years from now you'll be glad you did. It makes no difference if you only tuck away $10.00 because your cultivating the roots of a saving's tree. Keep your eye on the future harvest. Watch it grow!
Okay time for PoBoy to step-down off the pedestal. It is good advice however, and PoBoy only wished he had followed it. PoBoy tightens his "purse strings." He vows no more buying things until he arrives in Florida.
He has some major purchases to make when he arrives there. For example, he'll need to buy a bed. The one originally in the trailer was destroyed when the water ran into him retirement home. PoBoy is not sure what size bed he should purchase as he has never figured out the difference between a king size, queen size, regular size, twin size -- all of them are "Greek" to PoBoy. One thing he does know, he'd like it to be a firm bed.
Then there is the matter of a stove. The stove in the trailer is an apartment size but PoBoy is not sure of its usability. It's possible the gas lines might have developed rust during the trailers long sit. A gas leak in a trailer is not something he wants to deal with. He'll need to make some choices. A new stove would be great, but then again a good used stove might serve his needs and of course his finanacial program.
A refrigerator will also be needed. What size? New or used. He saw a refrigerator online at Sears for just over $400.00 that might suit his purpose. Then again a quality used refrigerator might shave a couple of hundred off that new price.
There is also the matter of a small desk or possibly a table to sit in the little tip out. This area will become his computer room. Although there is not much room in the tipout , if he can place a desk and chair there it will work for him.
Finally comes his Florida room, a 10 x 25 square foot of add on to the trailer. He plans for a television to be out there providing he can weatherize the area. A small freezer might be a great addition to store his fish that he hopes to catch.
Oh PoBoy, all the decisions yet to be made.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Summary Adventure
PoBoy wishes all the Mom's in the world a very Happy Mother's Day. All you sons, daughters, husbands, fathers, grandfathers show these fine ladies our appreciation.
PoBoy has had problems sleeping this weekend. He's been up and down every 3 to 4 hours. Sort of strange for him as he has slept well since about two weeks after his heart attack. PoBoy is not savvy enough to determine if this change in sleep pattern is an indication of something to come, but whatever it is -- he'll handle it.
PoBoy has just about 4 months remaining before he retires to Florida. In Florida his empty trailer awaits his arrival. The word "empty" makes PoBoy shutter. With everything that has occurred to him in the past few months, he wonders if he can still think clearly enough to take only what he will need.
For example, there is no cooking equipment inside the trailer. His first plan had been totally wiped out by an uncouth park manager where PoBoy once lived. In 2004 he had made arrangements with the park (King Arthur's Court, Lansing, Michigan) to store his trailer in an area of the park surrounded by chain link fencing. Only folks "in good standing" could store equipment in that area.
There were trailers and boats stored in the "secure zone." PoBoy always paid his lot rent on time and he would use that information to prove to the Florida campground that he was a person they could depend on. In fact, he sent the Florida campground a transcript of 10 years without ever missing a rent and never being late. There was also a spot in the contract with King Arthur's Court which specifically stated that a tenant could store a trailer or boat in the secure area.
PoBoy also took an extra step to make sure this could be done by speaking with the park manager in person. It was decided that PoBoy could place his trailer there. This was in 2004 and PoBoy began shopping for a trailer. He found one and it fulfilled his dream. Unfortunately PoBoy did not have the required amount to make a cash sale, so he proposed a deal with the owner.
PoBoy would give the owner an eight hunderd dollar down payment and pay him off at one hundred dollars a month for ten months. The owner was delighted (of course he would have preferred the cash all in one lump sum) with the arrangement and PoBoy almost had his retirement trailer.
PoBoy returned to King Arthur's Court and once again met with the manager. PoBoy explained the arrangement he had made and told the park manager that in October 2005, he would be bringing his trailer back for storage until his upcoming retirement in October 2008. The Park Manager understood and told PoBoy the arrangement would be fine.
However, when October 2005 arrived and PoBoy had made his final payment, he ran into trouble with the Park Manager who claimed he did not have space availability for PoBoy's trailer. That was the beginning of PoBoy's first major downfall. PoBoy negotiated with the previous owner and the owner worked with him. He could allow the trailer to remain there until arrangements could be made to haul it to King Arthur's.
Months went by, years went by, and the park manager of King Arthur's still continued his lame excuse that he could not allow PoBoy to park his trailer there. PoBoy kept the previous owner informed for a year and then felt so bad about having to call him, dropped his calls to about every 6 months. One call PoBoy made to the previous owner, he learned that the roof air vents had cracked. PoBoy offered to send the previous owner the money needed to get them replaced. The previous owner told PoBoy he would contact a friend he knew that might be willing to do that kind of work. PoBoy waited. Word never came.
Finally, in October 2007, PoBoy was granted permission to park the trailer in secure zone of King Arthur's Court. PoBoy now had to hustle up a person to haul the trailer back from Walker, Michigan about a seventy mile trip one way. He also had to contact the previous owner to set a date. The previous owner was now an irate individual who threatened to not let PoBoy have his trailer. The once mild manner, Coke-Cola delivery driver, a Christian in fact, was now a screaming maniac when PoBoy called. PoBoy did his best to make amends with the owner but that only seemed to infuriate him more. Finally the owner said he had an attorney friend with whom he would check about the trailer title.
Well by now PoBoy had lost it too. He was ready to fight. He told the previous owner to have his trailer in the driveway so he could hook up to it and pull it out of their. The previous owner refused. PoBoy said I'll be there at 10 a.m. and hung up the phone.
The next morning PoBoy, riding with a driver, pulled into the yard. They could see the trailer. It looked okay from a distance. As they neared the trailer they noted that tires were low and a couple flat. PoBoy had figured on that in 2005 because the previous owner said it would need tires. Now inside the trailer it was a total disaster. Every roof vent had been cracked or broken and blown off. Water from melting snow and rain had entered and damaged roof, walls and floor. It was a disaster. Window frames had rotted. It would have made anyone cry but PoBoy was too angry to cry.
PoBoy learned that the previous owner had shoved the trailer out of his way into what he called the "back forty." Actually it was a huge field behind the garage where it had sat unattended for more then a year. When water melted in the field it puddled around the axels and tires rotting tires and rusting bearings.
The driver worked out a plan to go buy a tire because one tire on the trailer had totally rotted and another needed a shot of air to get it road worthy. The other two tires seemed weather worn but probably drivable. The plan was to change the one tire by purchasing a new one and then driving the trailer back down to town where the tire was bought to purchase three more new ones. The tires were $100.00 a piece.
Once it was accomplished the trailer road back to Lansing without any problems, until they got to the park. King Arthur's park manager had balked on the deal to let PoBoy park it there. It was finally decided that PoBoy's trailer could remain there for 30 days.
Next he had to find an over-the-road person who would haul the trailer to Florida and make necessary repairs to the trailer to make it road worthy and water secure from Florida rains storms. The trailer would have to sit empty in Florida for a year.
PoBoy was not financially prepared for all these problems so he had to take a $1,000.00 loan. New roof vents were installed. The best roof coating available was applied to the trailer roof. Damaged floors and walls were replaced but PoBoy did not have enough time to stuff it with "living items." The driver was located and paid $1,000.00 for the trip to Florida. The trailer left Michigan for its two day journey the first week in November.
All the time the King Arthur's Court manager complained and yelled to get the camper the "hell" out of his park. PoBoy wanted to smash that individual in the face, but PoBoy also wanted his trailer in Florida. So PoBoy held back his frustration and anger and at the same time continued to work at his job. PoBoy was working on a goal of completing 10 years with the office without missing a day.
The trailer arrived in Florida and was placed in the lot next to where PoBoy would live out the remainder of his years. However, PoBoy's driver ran into a difficulty along the way that cost PoBoy an additional $300.00. It had been a costly month and a half for PoBoy. But his trailer was now safe and awaiting placement on his lot.
There was more problems this time in the campground. An older trailer sat on his lot space which had to be removed before PoBoy's trailer could be placed. To have the older trailer removed would eventually cost PoBoy $500.00 and the setup fee for his trailer would cost him $1500.00.
It was the first of January that the doctor's discovered PoBoy had suffered a heart attack. After the insertion of 5 stenths PoBoy began to recuperate. Once again PoBoy was devastated because he would end up missing 29 days of work. His goal of working 10 years without missing a day had been destroyed. But now his trailer is set in place and PoBoy has four and an half months remaining until he retires to Florida. Oh! And lets add one hurricane season too.
What has PoBoy learned? PoBoy learned that one person with a goal can accomplish it no matter what it is. He also learned that when you have to depend on other people, whether they are Christians or not, you cannot depend on people. They will let you down every time. PoBoy also learned the deadly effects of "stress" as it was a major contributor to the onslaught of his heart attack.
PoBoy now faces a few more problems, the biggest being getting both himself and his boat to Florida. His idea of a TransVan has now been scuttled. New plans are required to complete his total dream.
PoBoy has had problems sleeping this weekend. He's been up and down every 3 to 4 hours. Sort of strange for him as he has slept well since about two weeks after his heart attack. PoBoy is not savvy enough to determine if this change in sleep pattern is an indication of something to come, but whatever it is -- he'll handle it.
PoBoy has just about 4 months remaining before he retires to Florida. In Florida his empty trailer awaits his arrival. The word "empty" makes PoBoy shutter. With everything that has occurred to him in the past few months, he wonders if he can still think clearly enough to take only what he will need.
For example, there is no cooking equipment inside the trailer. His first plan had been totally wiped out by an uncouth park manager where PoBoy once lived. In 2004 he had made arrangements with the park (King Arthur's Court, Lansing, Michigan) to store his trailer in an area of the park surrounded by chain link fencing. Only folks "in good standing" could store equipment in that area.
There were trailers and boats stored in the "secure zone." PoBoy always paid his lot rent on time and he would use that information to prove to the Florida campground that he was a person they could depend on. In fact, he sent the Florida campground a transcript of 10 years without ever missing a rent and never being late. There was also a spot in the contract with King Arthur's Court which specifically stated that a tenant could store a trailer or boat in the secure area.
PoBoy also took an extra step to make sure this could be done by speaking with the park manager in person. It was decided that PoBoy could place his trailer there. This was in 2004 and PoBoy began shopping for a trailer. He found one and it fulfilled his dream. Unfortunately PoBoy did not have the required amount to make a cash sale, so he proposed a deal with the owner.
PoBoy would give the owner an eight hunderd dollar down payment and pay him off at one hundred dollars a month for ten months. The owner was delighted (of course he would have preferred the cash all in one lump sum) with the arrangement and PoBoy almost had his retirement trailer.
PoBoy returned to King Arthur's Court and once again met with the manager. PoBoy explained the arrangement he had made and told the park manager that in October 2005, he would be bringing his trailer back for storage until his upcoming retirement in October 2008. The Park Manager understood and told PoBoy the arrangement would be fine.
However, when October 2005 arrived and PoBoy had made his final payment, he ran into trouble with the Park Manager who claimed he did not have space availability for PoBoy's trailer. That was the beginning of PoBoy's first major downfall. PoBoy negotiated with the previous owner and the owner worked with him. He could allow the trailer to remain there until arrangements could be made to haul it to King Arthur's.
Months went by, years went by, and the park manager of King Arthur's still continued his lame excuse that he could not allow PoBoy to park his trailer there. PoBoy kept the previous owner informed for a year and then felt so bad about having to call him, dropped his calls to about every 6 months. One call PoBoy made to the previous owner, he learned that the roof air vents had cracked. PoBoy offered to send the previous owner the money needed to get them replaced. The previous owner told PoBoy he would contact a friend he knew that might be willing to do that kind of work. PoBoy waited. Word never came.
Finally, in October 2007, PoBoy was granted permission to park the trailer in secure zone of King Arthur's Court. PoBoy now had to hustle up a person to haul the trailer back from Walker, Michigan about a seventy mile trip one way. He also had to contact the previous owner to set a date. The previous owner was now an irate individual who threatened to not let PoBoy have his trailer. The once mild manner, Coke-Cola delivery driver, a Christian in fact, was now a screaming maniac when PoBoy called. PoBoy did his best to make amends with the owner but that only seemed to infuriate him more. Finally the owner said he had an attorney friend with whom he would check about the trailer title.
Well by now PoBoy had lost it too. He was ready to fight. He told the previous owner to have his trailer in the driveway so he could hook up to it and pull it out of their. The previous owner refused. PoBoy said I'll be there at 10 a.m. and hung up the phone.
The next morning PoBoy, riding with a driver, pulled into the yard. They could see the trailer. It looked okay from a distance. As they neared the trailer they noted that tires were low and a couple flat. PoBoy had figured on that in 2005 because the previous owner said it would need tires. Now inside the trailer it was a total disaster. Every roof vent had been cracked or broken and blown off. Water from melting snow and rain had entered and damaged roof, walls and floor. It was a disaster. Window frames had rotted. It would have made anyone cry but PoBoy was too angry to cry.
PoBoy learned that the previous owner had shoved the trailer out of his way into what he called the "back forty." Actually it was a huge field behind the garage where it had sat unattended for more then a year. When water melted in the field it puddled around the axels and tires rotting tires and rusting bearings.
The driver worked out a plan to go buy a tire because one tire on the trailer had totally rotted and another needed a shot of air to get it road worthy. The other two tires seemed weather worn but probably drivable. The plan was to change the one tire by purchasing a new one and then driving the trailer back down to town where the tire was bought to purchase three more new ones. The tires were $100.00 a piece.
Once it was accomplished the trailer road back to Lansing without any problems, until they got to the park. King Arthur's park manager had balked on the deal to let PoBoy park it there. It was finally decided that PoBoy's trailer could remain there for 30 days.
Next he had to find an over-the-road person who would haul the trailer to Florida and make necessary repairs to the trailer to make it road worthy and water secure from Florida rains storms. The trailer would have to sit empty in Florida for a year.
PoBoy was not financially prepared for all these problems so he had to take a $1,000.00 loan. New roof vents were installed. The best roof coating available was applied to the trailer roof. Damaged floors and walls were replaced but PoBoy did not have enough time to stuff it with "living items." The driver was located and paid $1,000.00 for the trip to Florida. The trailer left Michigan for its two day journey the first week in November.
All the time the King Arthur's Court manager complained and yelled to get the camper the "hell" out of his park. PoBoy wanted to smash that individual in the face, but PoBoy also wanted his trailer in Florida. So PoBoy held back his frustration and anger and at the same time continued to work at his job. PoBoy was working on a goal of completing 10 years with the office without missing a day.
The trailer arrived in Florida and was placed in the lot next to where PoBoy would live out the remainder of his years. However, PoBoy's driver ran into a difficulty along the way that cost PoBoy an additional $300.00. It had been a costly month and a half for PoBoy. But his trailer was now safe and awaiting placement on his lot.
There was more problems this time in the campground. An older trailer sat on his lot space which had to be removed before PoBoy's trailer could be placed. To have the older trailer removed would eventually cost PoBoy $500.00 and the setup fee for his trailer would cost him $1500.00.
It was the first of January that the doctor's discovered PoBoy had suffered a heart attack. After the insertion of 5 stenths PoBoy began to recuperate. Once again PoBoy was devastated because he would end up missing 29 days of work. His goal of working 10 years without missing a day had been destroyed. But now his trailer is set in place and PoBoy has four and an half months remaining until he retires to Florida. Oh! And lets add one hurricane season too.
What has PoBoy learned? PoBoy learned that one person with a goal can accomplish it no matter what it is. He also learned that when you have to depend on other people, whether they are Christians or not, you cannot depend on people. They will let you down every time. PoBoy also learned the deadly effects of "stress" as it was a major contributor to the onslaught of his heart attack.
PoBoy now faces a few more problems, the biggest being getting both himself and his boat to Florida. His idea of a TransVan has now been scuttled. New plans are required to complete his total dream.
Friday, May 9, 2008
Thin and Big Concept
Friday has arrived. PoBoy is jumping up and down. Friday Yipee! 8 hours to go go before the weekend.
Thursday was not too bad a day. Work was the pits but at home it was better -- more costly too.
PoBoy had written to a person from the classifieds about a laptop computer. Well would you believe one contacted PoBoy. In fact husband and wife came over to show me how the laptop worked. It's two years old but a fine machine and so small compared to the desktop PoBoy uses. Yep the Laptop ran and PoBoy was completely amazed. Oh! It's a Gateway.
PoBoy couldn't believe anything so thin could do so much in fact it does even more then my older desktop machine. For example it plays music on CD's and DVD's yep movies. It will let you type in a coffee shop if there is a wireless connection turned on. You don't need to plug phone lines into it. All built in. You can save material onto this little thing that looks like a thumb. Unbelievable. Why if you want to you can plug in your standard mouse and keyboard and use just like your desktop. Fantastic!
PoBoy held his wallet out in front him -- yep it weighed less too. He's spent half his first social security retirement check. This must be what they say is a "buyer's" binge that he is on. Slow down PoBoy stretch the dollars.
Doggie's sniffed PoBoy all over when he got home from visiting the couple who was selling the Laptop. PoBoy didn't realize that in order to make the little, slim laptop work you needed a router on your cable box. They thought they had an extra one. No luck though as PoBoy will have to purchase one from Walmart. However, the "hubby" will come and hook it up for him.
While at their house, PoBoy meant "Sugar" She's a German Shepard and when she puts her paws on you she's almost as tall as him. Anyway she's sweet tempered and like PoBoy's Sissy all she wanted to do was be petted and give kisses
Also my youngest son called. PoBoy had told him they couldn't go to Florida as he had planned at the beginning of the year. He understood, but you could hear or perhaps sense his disappointment. But he will make it down to see PoBoy one of these days. Oh! Did PoBoy tell you that his youngest son is getting married. Yep, he is. Not sure of date yet but he is going to plunge into life with a wife. Congratulations son. Just as an aside, the son and "gf" have two boys already -- PoBoy's grandsons.
Thursday was not too bad a day. Work was the pits but at home it was better -- more costly too.
PoBoy had written to a person from the classifieds about a laptop computer. Well would you believe one contacted PoBoy. In fact husband and wife came over to show me how the laptop worked. It's two years old but a fine machine and so small compared to the desktop PoBoy uses. Yep the Laptop ran and PoBoy was completely amazed. Oh! It's a Gateway.
PoBoy couldn't believe anything so thin could do so much in fact it does even more then my older desktop machine. For example it plays music on CD's and DVD's yep movies. It will let you type in a coffee shop if there is a wireless connection turned on. You don't need to plug phone lines into it. All built in. You can save material onto this little thing that looks like a thumb. Unbelievable. Why if you want to you can plug in your standard mouse and keyboard and use just like your desktop. Fantastic!
PoBoy held his wallet out in front him -- yep it weighed less too. He's spent half his first social security retirement check. This must be what they say is a "buyer's" binge that he is on. Slow down PoBoy stretch the dollars.
Doggie's sniffed PoBoy all over when he got home from visiting the couple who was selling the Laptop. PoBoy didn't realize that in order to make the little, slim laptop work you needed a router on your cable box. They thought they had an extra one. No luck though as PoBoy will have to purchase one from Walmart. However, the "hubby" will come and hook it up for him.
While at their house, PoBoy meant "Sugar" She's a German Shepard and when she puts her paws on you she's almost as tall as him. Anyway she's sweet tempered and like PoBoy's Sissy all she wanted to do was be petted and give kisses
Also my youngest son called. PoBoy had told him they couldn't go to Florida as he had planned at the beginning of the year. He understood, but you could hear or perhaps sense his disappointment. But he will make it down to see PoBoy one of these days. Oh! Did PoBoy tell you that his youngest son is getting married. Yep, he is. Not sure of date yet but he is going to plunge into life with a wife. Congratulations son. Just as an aside, the son and "gf" have two boys already -- PoBoy's grandsons.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Still cold going into Mid May
Would you believe that this Saturday night the weather is going to fall back into the mid thirties again! Wait one, PoBoy will check the internet weather and see what it says.
Well one of them is wrong. Internet says Friday night 39 for low, rest of days lingering around 41 in the mornings. Well its far different in Florida -- lows around 70; highs 90's. What a difference.
Today concluded mid-week. We had some cooler weather with rain. The last of the day there was meeting of one of the committee's -- education committee. We have several committees that meet regularly, two of them next week.
Today's most exciting event was PoBoy made contact with a gentleman in the same town he lives in who is selling both a wireless keyboard and a mouse. Oh! The price is right: $20.00. Also tried for a laptop but no contact yet.
Outside the trees have little leaves now. It sure makes a difference. All winter long everything appears so dismal. But soon it will be warm enough, PoBoy thinks, to take his 17 foot boat out on a local lake. He wants to get a chance to at least have an experienced boatsman take him out and show him the ropes. With PoBoy's luck he'll forget to cast off a line and drag the dock across the lake. LOL LOL Reminds him of the movie: "Captain Ron" That movie will make you laugh for sure. Star's Kurt Russel as the "one-eyed captain."
PoBoy can't remember if he told you but he has moved out of the mobile home he was living in and is now in a house -- old house with rolling floors. It's good practice for him though to walk around, he's developing sea legs. LOL LOL
PoBoy keeps watching his bank account for a stimulus check. He sure could use some stimulating. When PoBoy went to work this morning gasoline was all the way down to $3.48 cents a gallon. He decided he get gas on his way home from work. Hmmmm! Bad mistake. He ended up having to pay $3.89 a gallon. A 41 cent a gallon increase in 8 hours. Totally ridiculous, outrageous to say the least. PoBoy only gets a cost of living increase once a year, usually a dime. He knows he's not in Florida yet, but something smells mighty fishy to him.
Puppies are great but kitties a little unhappy. Kitties are being fed on the floor in bowls, and puppies just love kitty food. PoBoy has to close the door to his bedroom and keep the puppies in the living room with him so the kitties can get something to eat. But bedtime, everyone joins in for a nap.
Well one of them is wrong. Internet says Friday night 39 for low, rest of days lingering around 41 in the mornings. Well its far different in Florida -- lows around 70; highs 90's. What a difference.
Today concluded mid-week. We had some cooler weather with rain. The last of the day there was meeting of one of the committee's -- education committee. We have several committees that meet regularly, two of them next week.
Today's most exciting event was PoBoy made contact with a gentleman in the same town he lives in who is selling both a wireless keyboard and a mouse. Oh! The price is right: $20.00. Also tried for a laptop but no contact yet.
Outside the trees have little leaves now. It sure makes a difference. All winter long everything appears so dismal. But soon it will be warm enough, PoBoy thinks, to take his 17 foot boat out on a local lake. He wants to get a chance to at least have an experienced boatsman take him out and show him the ropes. With PoBoy's luck he'll forget to cast off a line and drag the dock across the lake. LOL LOL Reminds him of the movie: "Captain Ron" That movie will make you laugh for sure. Star's Kurt Russel as the "one-eyed captain."
PoBoy can't remember if he told you but he has moved out of the mobile home he was living in and is now in a house -- old house with rolling floors. It's good practice for him though to walk around, he's developing sea legs. LOL LOL
PoBoy keeps watching his bank account for a stimulus check. He sure could use some stimulating. When PoBoy went to work this morning gasoline was all the way down to $3.48 cents a gallon. He decided he get gas on his way home from work. Hmmmm! Bad mistake. He ended up having to pay $3.89 a gallon. A 41 cent a gallon increase in 8 hours. Totally ridiculous, outrageous to say the least. PoBoy only gets a cost of living increase once a year, usually a dime. He knows he's not in Florida yet, but something smells mighty fishy to him.
Puppies are great but kitties a little unhappy. Kitties are being fed on the floor in bowls, and puppies just love kitty food. PoBoy has to close the door to his bedroom and keep the puppies in the living room with him so the kitties can get something to eat. But bedtime, everyone joins in for a nap.
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Cold and Hot equals a Cold
Would you believe that this Saturday night the weather is going to fall back into the mid thirties again! Wait one, PoBoy will check the internet weather and see what it says.
Well one of them is wrong. Internet says Friday night 39 for low, rest of days lingering around 41 in the mornings. Well its far different in Florida -- lows around 70; highs 90's. What a difference.
Today concluded mid-week. We had some cooler weather with rain. The last of the day there was meeting of one of the committee's -- education committee. We have several committees that meet regularly, two of them next week.
Today's most exciting event was PoBoy made contact with a gentleman in the same town he lives in who is selling both a wireless keyboard and a mouse. Oh! The price is right: $20.00. Also tried for a laptop but no contact yet.
Outside the trees have little leaves now. It sure makes a difference. All winter long everything appears so dismal. But soon it will be warm enough, PoBoy thinks, to take his 17 foot boat out on a local lake. He wants to get a chance to at least have an experienced boatsman take him out and show him the ropes. With PoBoy's luck he'll forget to cast off a line and drag the dock across the lake. LOL LOL Reminds him of the movie: "Captain Ron" That movie will make you laugh for sure. Star's Kurt Russel as the "one-eyed captain."
PoBoy can't remember if he told you but he has moved out of the mobile home he was living in and is now in a house -- old house with rolling floors. It's good practice for him though to walk around, he's developing sea legs. LOL LOL
PoBoy keeps watching his bank account for a stimulus check. He sure could use some stimulating. When PoBoy went to work this morning gasoline was all the way down to $3.48 cents a gallon. He decided he get gas on his way home from work. Hmmmm! Bad mistake. He ended up having to pay $3.89 a gallon. A 41 cent a gallon increase in 8 hours. Totally ridiculous, outrageous to say the least. PoBoy only gets a cost of living increase once a year, usually a dime. He knows he's not in Florida yet, but something smells mighty fishy to him.
Puppies are great but kitties a little unhappy. Kitties are being fed on the floor in bowls, and puppies just love kitty food. PoBoy has to close the door to his bedroom and keep the puppies in the living room with him so the kitties can get something to eat. But bedtime, everyone joins in for a nap.
Well one of them is wrong. Internet says Friday night 39 for low, rest of days lingering around 41 in the mornings. Well its far different in Florida -- lows around 70; highs 90's. What a difference.
Today concluded mid-week. We had some cooler weather with rain. The last of the day there was meeting of one of the committee's -- education committee. We have several committees that meet regularly, two of them next week.
Today's most exciting event was PoBoy made contact with a gentleman in the same town he lives in who is selling both a wireless keyboard and a mouse. Oh! The price is right: $20.00. Also tried for a laptop but no contact yet.
Outside the trees have little leaves now. It sure makes a difference. All winter long everything appears so dismal. But soon it will be warm enough, PoBoy thinks, to take his 17 foot boat out on a local lake. He wants to get a chance to at least have an experienced boatsman take him out and show him the ropes. With PoBoy's luck he'll forget to cast off a line and drag the dock across the lake. LOL LOL Reminds him of the movie: "Captain Ron" That movie will make you laugh for sure. Star's Kurt Russel as the "one-eyed captain."
PoBoy can't remember if he told you but he has moved out of the mobile home he was living in and is now in a house -- old house with rolling floors. It's good practice for him though to walk around, he's developing sea legs. LOL LOL
PoBoy keeps watching his bank account for a stimulus check. He sure could use some stimulating. When PoBoy went to work this morning gasoline was all the way down to $3.48 cents a gallon. He decided he get gas on his way home from work. Hmmmm! Bad mistake. He ended up having to pay $3.89 a gallon. A 41 cent a gallon increase in 8 hours. Totally ridiculous, outrageous to say the least. PoBoy only gets a cost of living increase once a year, usually a dime. He knows he's not in Florida yet, but something smells mighty fishy to him.
Puppies are great but kitties a little unhappy. Kitties are being fed on the floor in bowls, and puppies just love kitty food. PoBoy has to close the door to his bedroom and keep the puppies in the living room with him so the kitties can get something to eat. But bedtime, everyone joins in for a nap.
In Between the Week
Morning to you. It's mid week - Wednesday. The actual count down til PoBoy no longer has to get up for work is 163 days. Gee! PoBoy is now a short timer!
PoBoy didn't realize just how boring work can be. For a man and nowdays for women too, work is a lifetime "parole." We are like the mule who has a water bucket dangling in front of his nose. All we do is trudge forward to a time in the future that we hope will be better. With our length of life extended as it is, it seems to me we should begin our work career when we are 40 years of age.
Now that would make a fantastic "double" retirement. Enjoy your youthful years, and prepare for a future after 20 years of work. Now that would be fantastic. PoBoy says that because of all that wasted valulable time, we miss the best minutes of life. Imagine drawing social security at age 18 until you reach 40. Then you receive a letter from the social security department stating you must now go to work. So you work for 20 years only to receive a second letter from social security -- you can now retire. Interesting concept.
PoBoy is still waiting for pictures of his retirement trailer. It's supposedly all set up, including the Florida room, waiting for him. As soon as pictures arrive PoBoy will post them somehow.
PoBoy was watching the science station last night. The show concerned the demise of planet earth -- billions of years away yet. But a scientist made a remark that seemed unusual: "a star is born, lives, and dies, just like a human." Maybe PoBoy is a "star." Always wanted to be anyway.
Well PoBoy wishes everyone the very best life possible. A word of advice, start saving today for tomorrow. Save what you can it is good to develop a habit. If you wait as long as the PoBoy did, you'll find out just how difficult life can be.
For those of you interested in PoBoy's "furry family" they are all doing great. PoBoy's bed is not doing great as now all four of the furry friends sleep with him. This might make a great soap opera: "The Crowded Bed!" LOL LOL
PoBoy didn't realize just how boring work can be. For a man and nowdays for women too, work is a lifetime "parole." We are like the mule who has a water bucket dangling in front of his nose. All we do is trudge forward to a time in the future that we hope will be better. With our length of life extended as it is, it seems to me we should begin our work career when we are 40 years of age.
Now that would make a fantastic "double" retirement. Enjoy your youthful years, and prepare for a future after 20 years of work. Now that would be fantastic. PoBoy says that because of all that wasted valulable time, we miss the best minutes of life. Imagine drawing social security at age 18 until you reach 40. Then you receive a letter from the social security department stating you must now go to work. So you work for 20 years only to receive a second letter from social security -- you can now retire. Interesting concept.
PoBoy is still waiting for pictures of his retirement trailer. It's supposedly all set up, including the Florida room, waiting for him. As soon as pictures arrive PoBoy will post them somehow.
PoBoy was watching the science station last night. The show concerned the demise of planet earth -- billions of years away yet. But a scientist made a remark that seemed unusual: "a star is born, lives, and dies, just like a human." Maybe PoBoy is a "star." Always wanted to be anyway.
Well PoBoy wishes everyone the very best life possible. A word of advice, start saving today for tomorrow. Save what you can it is good to develop a habit. If you wait as long as the PoBoy did, you'll find out just how difficult life can be.
For those of you interested in PoBoy's "furry family" they are all doing great. PoBoy's bed is not doing great as now all four of the furry friends sleep with him. This might make a great soap opera: "The Crowded Bed!" LOL LOL
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Conference on the Mind
What will I talk about this morning?
Monday has come and gone. It's Tuesday. All is well here. My furrie buddies are all doing well. Last night had the windows open and the temp dropped down to 39. I didn't mind because I had two puppies and one kitty in bed with me. They are always warm and snuggly. When I opened my eyes early this morning, my eyes were meant by two more eyes -- cat eyes.
In a few minutes I'll have to prepare breakfast for us all. Oh! There goes the old spinster kitty to the kitchen now. She's 22 years old but still gets around fine.
I've caught one of those "weather change" colds and am having a difficult time trying to rid myself of it. I seem to catch colds more easily and more frequently since having that heart attack. I think it has something to do with my immune system which has not made a full comeback yet.
Yesterday's work load went as well as can be expected. I'd like to see more conference registrations come in. It takes a lot of work and effort on numerous peoples parts to make a conference a success. Keep your fingers crossed that the applications begin coming in today.
Monday has come and gone. It's Tuesday. All is well here. My furrie buddies are all doing well. Last night had the windows open and the temp dropped down to 39. I didn't mind because I had two puppies and one kitty in bed with me. They are always warm and snuggly. When I opened my eyes early this morning, my eyes were meant by two more eyes -- cat eyes.
In a few minutes I'll have to prepare breakfast for us all. Oh! There goes the old spinster kitty to the kitchen now. She's 22 years old but still gets around fine.
I've caught one of those "weather change" colds and am having a difficult time trying to rid myself of it. I seem to catch colds more easily and more frequently since having that heart attack. I think it has something to do with my immune system which has not made a full comeback yet.
Yesterday's work load went as well as can be expected. I'd like to see more conference registrations come in. It takes a lot of work and effort on numerous peoples parts to make a conference a success. Keep your fingers crossed that the applications begin coming in today.
Monday, May 5, 2008
Laser Printer need surgery
PoBoy is really excited now. He hooked up the Laser Printer and to his surprised "Windows XP" found new equipment in place on his PC. So holding his breath, PoBoy placed a sheet of paper in the sheet feeder, clicked on a document and pressed "Print."
Walla, a light came on the printer. He heard the printer motor whir and suddenly the paper began to move. It went through the whole cycle with no problem.
There developed a small problem, PoBoy forgot to bring a few sheets of paper home from the office. So tomorrow he will have to remember to bring home about 10 sheets so he can make a couple of experiments. The retired gentleman told PoBoy that the printer would only print single sheet at a time -- meaning you could not put extra paper in the paper holder as it would not feed. So that is tomorrow evening project, check out the printer further. Maybe it needs a cleaning or perhaps a wheel adjustment. PoBoy hopes for the cleaning.
This afternoon PoBoy needs to go to the store. He has to pick up some chicken drum sticks and some pork chops for his doggies breakfast and supper. And not to be forgot are his kitties who eat 9 Lives Chopped Beef in Gravy and 9 Lives Chicken & Tuna. The kitties will not eat anything else in a can except the two mentioned. They eat dry food -- MeowMix.
New equipment (used but new to me) it has been a great weekend. Still have not heard from the Florida Campground. They are supose to send him pictures of his trailer and Florida room. He's been waiting for those picture for a few months now. Maybe tomorrow.
Walla, a light came on the printer. He heard the printer motor whir and suddenly the paper began to move. It went through the whole cycle with no problem.
There developed a small problem, PoBoy forgot to bring a few sheets of paper home from the office. So tomorrow he will have to remember to bring home about 10 sheets so he can make a couple of experiments. The retired gentleman told PoBoy that the printer would only print single sheet at a time -- meaning you could not put extra paper in the paper holder as it would not feed. So that is tomorrow evening project, check out the printer further. Maybe it needs a cleaning or perhaps a wheel adjustment. PoBoy hopes for the cleaning.
This afternoon PoBoy needs to go to the store. He has to pick up some chicken drum sticks and some pork chops for his doggies breakfast and supper. And not to be forgot are his kitties who eat 9 Lives Chopped Beef in Gravy and 9 Lives Chicken & Tuna. The kitties will not eat anything else in a can except the two mentioned. They eat dry food -- MeowMix.
New equipment (used but new to me) it has been a great weekend. Still have not heard from the Florida Campground. They are supose to send him pictures of his trailer and Florida room. He's been waiting for those picture for a few months now. Maybe tomorrow.
Sunday, May 4, 2008
PoBoy Gets His First Flat Monitor
As promised, PoBoy relates to you how the "flat monitor" ended up in his possession. PoBoy perusing through some classifed ads when he spotted "flat monitor for $50.00." Well since PoBoy received his first social security check and since he decided the TransVan would not work for him, PoBoy decided what any person would -- buy it!
PoBoy called the contact number and received an email from the young fella later. You could tell by the sound of his voice that he was trustworthy. At the same time, PoBoy made contact with a retired gentleman who was giving away an older hp laser printer.
As you know PoBoy is economically consicous and he tried to arrange to meet both people on the same day since they both lived in the same general direction. The young man with the flat monitor was anxious to make the sale, so they decided to meet behind MacDonald's in Leslie to make the transaction. This also worked fine for the retired gentleman as PoBoy would stop by his place when he concluded business in Leslie. The older gentleman said that would work for him.
On the day of the transaction, PoBoy left a few minutes early from work. He picked up some cash from his bank. Then he was heading south to Leslie. He was told by an office mate that to get there would take him about 20 minutes. It took him an half hour -- PoBoy drives a little slower. But he pulled in behind MacDonald's a few minutes early.
PoBoy sat waiting for a black Honda Civic to pull in. Funny, it's always longer waiting then accomplishing the deal. It seemed like hours but was only a few minutes. The Honda pulled in next to him. They both got out and shook hands. PoBoy saw the monitor and he knew there was no turning back now. The young man held the monitor out to him and PoBoy took it. It was heavier then it looked. PoBoy held the monitor with one hand and handed the $50.00 to Luke.
That's when it hit him - the seed of doubt. How does PoBoy even know the monitor works? But Luke appeared to be exactly what he said he was so PoBoy put all his trust in his own people judgement. PoBoy made one more verbal gesture, a little threatening, and told Luke if the monitor did not work as promised he'd come looking for him.
Luke said that would be fine with him as he wanted me to be happy with the monitor. Well as PoBoy said yesterday, he plugged it in and was truly amazed - best $50.00 investment he ever made. Even after running the monitor for 8 hours on Saturday it still works fine. Oh and it did downsize the computer area. A true space saver. Just for info it's a Dell monitor.
Today PoBoy hopes to hook up his "free" laser printer given to him by the elderly gentleman. If that works PoBoy will be thrilled. He'll have a complete set up -- PC, Monitor, Printer and keyboard and mouse. A dream come true.
PoBoy called the contact number and received an email from the young fella later. You could tell by the sound of his voice that he was trustworthy. At the same time, PoBoy made contact with a retired gentleman who was giving away an older hp laser printer.
As you know PoBoy is economically consicous and he tried to arrange to meet both people on the same day since they both lived in the same general direction. The young man with the flat monitor was anxious to make the sale, so they decided to meet behind MacDonald's in Leslie to make the transaction. This also worked fine for the retired gentleman as PoBoy would stop by his place when he concluded business in Leslie. The older gentleman said that would work for him.
On the day of the transaction, PoBoy left a few minutes early from work. He picked up some cash from his bank. Then he was heading south to Leslie. He was told by an office mate that to get there would take him about 20 minutes. It took him an half hour -- PoBoy drives a little slower. But he pulled in behind MacDonald's a few minutes early.
PoBoy sat waiting for a black Honda Civic to pull in. Funny, it's always longer waiting then accomplishing the deal. It seemed like hours but was only a few minutes. The Honda pulled in next to him. They both got out and shook hands. PoBoy saw the monitor and he knew there was no turning back now. The young man held the monitor out to him and PoBoy took it. It was heavier then it looked. PoBoy held the monitor with one hand and handed the $50.00 to Luke.
That's when it hit him - the seed of doubt. How does PoBoy even know the monitor works? But Luke appeared to be exactly what he said he was so PoBoy put all his trust in his own people judgement. PoBoy made one more verbal gesture, a little threatening, and told Luke if the monitor did not work as promised he'd come looking for him.
Luke said that would be fine with him as he wanted me to be happy with the monitor. Well as PoBoy said yesterday, he plugged it in and was truly amazed - best $50.00 investment he ever made. Even after running the monitor for 8 hours on Saturday it still works fine. Oh and it did downsize the computer area. A true space saver. Just for info it's a Dell monitor.
Today PoBoy hopes to hook up his "free" laser printer given to him by the elderly gentleman. If that works PoBoy will be thrilled. He'll have a complete set up -- PC, Monitor, Printer and keyboard and mouse. A dream come true.
Saturday, May 3, 2008
A Night to Remember
PoBoy say's Hi. What a night he had. He woke up around 2a.m and it was too hot for him to sleep. So out he goes to the living room to sit and watch television. Not long after out comes one puppy (PunkyButt). And it was long after that when the other puppy made her appearance (Sissy). Then we huddled together so they could communicate who was going go potty first. Sissy won the debate.
So PoBoy took her to the door and "clicked" her. Yep! PoBoy has them trained now to listen for the "click" mechanism on the chain, then they know they can go potty. From there PoBoy came back to the living room, flipped the channels, and found something interesting to watch. PunkyButt settled in beside him to wait for his mommy (Sissy) to bark to come in. Sissy finally gave us her signal: bark, bark bark! Back we went to the door, and as is normal for those guys they had to play, with me hollering at Punkybutt to come and go potty.
Okay PoBoy doesn't holler in anger but only in love. PunkyButt get your bootie over hear! Now!" He finally came over and I clicked him too. As PoBoy bent over to let him out the door, the combination storm/screen door handle caught on his pj's pocket and as PunkyButt started out, PoBoy's pj bottoms got pulled down. Yikes! He didn't know what to do first. Take care of his PunkyButt or pull up his PJ's. Good thing it was dark though. PoBoy decided and pulled up the bottoms of his PJ's. Then untangled PunkyButt. All was well except for the blushing of course.
Well. No, its great! I hooked up my first "flat panel" monitor I've ever owned and it works! $50.00 used is what it cost me. Boy am I a shopper or what! I think I've had it running now for about an hour. Would you believe there is no smoke coming from it -- none whatsoever! And now I have even have room to set a glass of lemonade. Oooops! My keyboard just spoke up and said "no way, not until you get me a life jacket." LOL LOL I'll have to write and thank the young man who sold me this monitor. I'll tell you more about how I came to buy the monitor tomorrow.
So PoBoy took her to the door and "clicked" her. Yep! PoBoy has them trained now to listen for the "click" mechanism on the chain, then they know they can go potty. From there PoBoy came back to the living room, flipped the channels, and found something interesting to watch. PunkyButt settled in beside him to wait for his mommy (Sissy) to bark to come in. Sissy finally gave us her signal: bark, bark bark! Back we went to the door, and as is normal for those guys they had to play, with me hollering at Punkybutt to come and go potty.
Okay PoBoy doesn't holler in anger but only in love. PunkyButt get your bootie over hear! Now!" He finally came over and I clicked him too. As PoBoy bent over to let him out the door, the combination storm/screen door handle caught on his pj's pocket and as PunkyButt started out, PoBoy's pj bottoms got pulled down. Yikes! He didn't know what to do first. Take care of his PunkyButt or pull up his PJ's. Good thing it was dark though. PoBoy decided and pulled up the bottoms of his PJ's. Then untangled PunkyButt. All was well except for the blushing of course.
Well. No, its great! I hooked up my first "flat panel" monitor I've ever owned and it works! $50.00 used is what it cost me. Boy am I a shopper or what! I think I've had it running now for about an hour. Would you believe there is no smoke coming from it -- none whatsoever! And now I have even have room to set a glass of lemonade. Oooops! My keyboard just spoke up and said "no way, not until you get me a life jacket." LOL LOL I'll have to write and thank the young man who sold me this monitor. I'll tell you more about how I came to buy the monitor tomorrow.
Friday, May 2, 2008
Week ends -- Thank goodness.
Friday. End of another work week. PoBoy comes draggin' himself into house. There are the puppies to meet him. Sissy and PunkyButt. PoBoy's imagination sparked and suddenly he saw each had a mini-palm tree swishing in the air. Something like a "homemade" fan! Crazy right? LOL LOL PoBoy thinks he has Florida on the mind.
PoBoy could tell he stayed up to late last night. He fell asleep in his office chair for about 5 minutes. Wow! No more night life for him. Ten o'clock is really late for PoBoy. He normally is in bed around eight o'clock. One thing PoBoy is now aware of, as you age, you can't stay up late anymore. Why PoBoy even falls asleep half way through an exciting ball game or race.
PoBoy apologizes for leaving you early tonight. But between being tired and a "cold" trying to attack him, PoBoy get into bed. Nite. nite. One last thing, Happy Weekend!
PoBoy could tell he stayed up to late last night. He fell asleep in his office chair for about 5 minutes. Wow! No more night life for him. Ten o'clock is really late for PoBoy. He normally is in bed around eight o'clock. One thing PoBoy is now aware of, as you age, you can't stay up late anymore. Why PoBoy even falls asleep half way through an exciting ball game or race.
PoBoy apologizes for leaving you early tonight. But between being tired and a "cold" trying to attack him, PoBoy get into bed. Nite. nite. One last thing, Happy Weekend!
It's May Day
Thursday after work. It's great to be home. PoBoy is bushed! Anyway first day of May went as well as can be expected -- made it. The office folks, majority of them, were up at the Capitol to meet with legislators. They do this every year, and by this time next year, the legislators will think the stuff they are discussing is all "new." Actually it's the same stuff from the previous year with the exception a little more inflated. LoL LoL You know like gasoline and food. LOL LOL
Speaking of food, the office where PoBoy works provided the legislator's and guests with food (yep, at our expense -- goodbye bonus at Christmas time). Gee! Come to think of it with me leaving in October, I won't get a bonus anyway! But PoBoy is sure the staff will all line up at the door on that fateful day in October and give him a "swift kick" out the door! LOL LOL
Back to the Legislative Luncheon (that's what they call it), there were a total of 120 people present and accounted for (PoBoy will bet you they were all hungry too!). PoBoy looked at the roster of legislators and congressmen and there was a total of 140 possible attendee's, not counting guests. I guess they count the office staff that were present, three of them, as guests too.
The "lunch" consisted of "wraps." Not sure of the cost of them but looked quite expensive. One of the staff remembered PoBoy sitting back at the office and picked up a lunch for him. His consisted of something they called a spinach wrap, and the wrap was green in color but loaded with shredded cheese and a variety of veggies -- PoBoy liked the mushrooms best. Then there was a pasta cup -- probably had 8 pieces of those tubular shape pastas in it with somekind of tomato sauce. Also a bag of chips like you would send with your child to school -- maybe a mouthful. And of course, who could forget dessert -- two cookies. Now don't you folks going telling the doctor PoBoy ate two cookies. He'll be in big trouble if you do that. He couldn't resist them though, and swallowed them almost whole so no one would see him.
Oh Yes! That office staff is always watching him. "Traitor's" to PoBoy's hungry tummy. PoBoy thought it was nice of them to remember him though.
Everyone returned about 2p.m. including the "big" boss. PoBoy calls him big even though he is three months younger then PoBoy. Gee! PoBoy just had a horrible thought -- he's the oldest person in that office. PoBoy's life has always been either the youngest or the oldest -- whatever happen to in between?
Well on the way home, PoBoy stopped at the local grocery store -- right across from all the road construction. He thought the car behind him was going to kiss him into the driveway. Don't you love it when they get that close? For another sandwich wrap, he'd stop the car and get out -- punch the guy in the nose too.
Inside the store it was not too busy. He scooted down the main aisle to the meat department. PoBoy spotted the pork chops and grabbed one three pack $1.49 per pound; then he noticed there was one package of chicken drum sticks left on the barren counter, so he grabbed it just in time. They were .97 cents a pound. PoBoy felt better now. He had chicken for the furry puppies breakfest and pork chops for their supper. That's the way PoBoy feeds them. They are his king and queen and he sure worships them.
That stirred up a thought in PoBoy's mind. Suppose I can't bring those furries with me and it's looking more like that way every day. Those little guys will surely starve. Most people don't treat animals like PoBoy does.
Speaking of puppies PoBoy came home from work the other day and the little guy, both the king and prince around here, was outside on his chain to meet PoBoy. When PoBoy was walking up the sidewalk, PunkyButt was on the staircase, when suddenly he turned around and you wouldn't believe it, but PunkyButt actually laughed. Not a growl. Not a bark. But an actual laugh. He hasn't done that since, but PoBoy waits for him to do it again. It was so darn cute.
Well tonight PoBoy hopes to see if he can get his monitor hooked up -- the spacesaver monitor. He did get an email from the young man who sold it to him (Luke) and was told that if anything was wrong with it he would make good on it. PoBoy loves to deal with people. Oh! He even received an email from the gentleman who gave him is first "laser" printer. PoBoy scratches his chin and determines: "there still are some good people out there in this old world."
PoBoy is going to stop writing for now and get to work on checking out the new-used monitor. He's excited for sure. Both doggies are waiting for him to play for awhile too. Hmmmm! Which comes first?
Speaking of food, the office where PoBoy works provided the legislator's and guests with food (yep, at our expense -- goodbye bonus at Christmas time). Gee! Come to think of it with me leaving in October, I won't get a bonus anyway! But PoBoy is sure the staff will all line up at the door on that fateful day in October and give him a "swift kick" out the door! LOL LOL
Back to the Legislative Luncheon (that's what they call it), there were a total of 120 people present and accounted for (PoBoy will bet you they were all hungry too!). PoBoy looked at the roster of legislators and congressmen and there was a total of 140 possible attendee's, not counting guests. I guess they count the office staff that were present, three of them, as guests too.
The "lunch" consisted of "wraps." Not sure of the cost of them but looked quite expensive. One of the staff remembered PoBoy sitting back at the office and picked up a lunch for him. His consisted of something they called a spinach wrap, and the wrap was green in color but loaded with shredded cheese and a variety of veggies -- PoBoy liked the mushrooms best. Then there was a pasta cup -- probably had 8 pieces of those tubular shape pastas in it with somekind of tomato sauce. Also a bag of chips like you would send with your child to school -- maybe a mouthful. And of course, who could forget dessert -- two cookies. Now don't you folks going telling the doctor PoBoy ate two cookies. He'll be in big trouble if you do that. He couldn't resist them though, and swallowed them almost whole so no one would see him.
Oh Yes! That office staff is always watching him. "Traitor's" to PoBoy's hungry tummy. PoBoy thought it was nice of them to remember him though.
Everyone returned about 2p.m. including the "big" boss. PoBoy calls him big even though he is three months younger then PoBoy. Gee! PoBoy just had a horrible thought -- he's the oldest person in that office. PoBoy's life has always been either the youngest or the oldest -- whatever happen to in between?
Well on the way home, PoBoy stopped at the local grocery store -- right across from all the road construction. He thought the car behind him was going to kiss him into the driveway. Don't you love it when they get that close? For another sandwich wrap, he'd stop the car and get out -- punch the guy in the nose too.
Inside the store it was not too busy. He scooted down the main aisle to the meat department. PoBoy spotted the pork chops and grabbed one three pack $1.49 per pound; then he noticed there was one package of chicken drum sticks left on the barren counter, so he grabbed it just in time. They were .97 cents a pound. PoBoy felt better now. He had chicken for the furry puppies breakfest and pork chops for their supper. That's the way PoBoy feeds them. They are his king and queen and he sure worships them.
That stirred up a thought in PoBoy's mind. Suppose I can't bring those furries with me and it's looking more like that way every day. Those little guys will surely starve. Most people don't treat animals like PoBoy does.
Speaking of puppies PoBoy came home from work the other day and the little guy, both the king and prince around here, was outside on his chain to meet PoBoy. When PoBoy was walking up the sidewalk, PunkyButt was on the staircase, when suddenly he turned around and you wouldn't believe it, but PunkyButt actually laughed. Not a growl. Not a bark. But an actual laugh. He hasn't done that since, but PoBoy waits for him to do it again. It was so darn cute.
Well tonight PoBoy hopes to see if he can get his monitor hooked up -- the spacesaver monitor. He did get an email from the young man who sold it to him (Luke) and was told that if anything was wrong with it he would make good on it. PoBoy loves to deal with people. Oh! He even received an email from the gentleman who gave him is first "laser" printer. PoBoy scratches his chin and determines: "there still are some good people out there in this old world."
PoBoy is going to stop writing for now and get to work on checking out the new-used monitor. He's excited for sure. Both doggies are waiting for him to play for awhile too. Hmmmm! Which comes first?
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