Been Learning To Wok. NOT Making The “Sweet & Sour Cow Vagina.”

I don’t think I can get *that* hungry. And I’ve been pretty hungry at times in my life.

Haven’t posted because there is just nothing happening around here and I get busy, and forgetful. Which I like (Not the forgetful part). I’ve had “excitement” and I much prefer the boring. Contractor coming over tomorrow to start the process of getting the FILA started. Doctors appointments done. May be able to get surgery on my left knee. May get a new CPAP. Looks like I’m going to live. Unless I don’t.

Was cruising Amazon the other night and came across a picture of my Ex-, the (her words) “renowned artist and children’s book” author. Look, if that’s true: glad for her. But I’m wondering why her last name isn’t the same as the guy she married after me; since they were married for 30+ years. Do I care? No. Just wondering. (You know: Did he die? Did he suicide when he realized he should have left her in Alaska when she ran off that time? She off him? God take pity on him? What?)

Thing is, she’s (my Ex-) written a book about the physical/mental abuse she suffered from her Father. Which would explain a LOT of things that happened in our marriage; but I never once heard of it in the 11 years we were together. Not once. May even explain the “bike accident” reason given for not being a virgin when we first “slept” together. (Which didn’t “bother” me at all. I’d been around.) But she never, ever, shared any of it with me. Hmm…

Thing is, thing is, I’m wondering if I have a chapter of my very own? Filled with only her perception of “what happened.” A one-sided account of the trials and tribulations of being married to me and all the HELL I put her through. Still Scarred For Life And Waking Up Every Morning Cursing My Name. (And the 5.5 kids we had together.)

I’m almost tempted to buy it just to see. Except I’m not really interested in bringing up any of all that again. Was hard enough to go through the first time. And I don’t really care what anyone that has read her book thinks of me. Water under the bridge.

Don’t get me wrong: I was a pure Dick for almost all the last few years of our marriage. No, I was. But you can’t say that all our problems were my fault. Other than her being bat-fuck crazy we got along pretty good. ???? But I also know that a few things she believed/s happened never really did.

For someone that’s always been desperate to be “beautiful” and “young” and all that she almost doesn’t look like an almost 70 year old trying to look 30. In that I do feel sorry for her.

Hope she has a nice life.

Anyway, hydroponics is going okay. Lettuce and Spinach growing real fine. Tomato’s grow about 7 inches then look like they’re dying off. Still haven’t found the problem; but I will. Thinking of buying some actual “bato” boxes and restart with a different setup.

Starlink is still working great! It’s a universe of difference around here. Haven’t been able to find the place to change our network addresses (hate the standard 192.168 etc sequence), but I will. Re-setup Cups for printing and Pi-hole for the DNS/ads stuff. SWMBO’s up and running and can even print now. She’s accepting Linux.

Raining. Been raining. Supposed to rain for the next week. I’m so tired of sitting here at my desk cause we can’t go outside for long. Which is why I’m trying to learn to use my wok. Made some fried rice for dinner tonight and the best I could say about it is: It Didn’t Gag Us.

Since “they” arrested President Trump, I’ve been wondering when they’re going to dig up Richard Milhouse Nixon and try him for his crimes.

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