Y’all think I’m kidding; but I’m not. Unfortunately, I’m one of those people that feels my financial worth is tied to the amount of money I have. (Whereas a Liberal figures their financial worth by how much money you have.) Being a Retired Navy Corpsman, and just plain retired, and getting only my Navy Retirement & Social Security (BOTH of which I worked for BTW. Benefit my ass!), I never seem to have enough. Money.
Tried starting one of those “crowd sourcing†things, “Let’s Make OldDocKing Filthy Fookin’ Rich,†but it never really took off. Can’t understand why not. Could it have been the site motto “Give OldDocKing The Lifestyle You Always Wanted!� Ah, well. Kickstarter is next I imagine.
Which in and of itself is kinda funny. When I was a kid, kickstarter was what Dad did to our asses if we didn’t move fast enough for him. I really think because of Dad, and his free use of making us stand in the corner, grounding us, and using his belt on our backsides when he saw the need, I now suffer from a crippling disease called “Respect For Other People & Property.†And I still hold doors for those of the Female Gender. (And pretty much anyone coming up behind me really.) I’ve made several Psychiatrist’ careers.
But we won’t get into that. For now.
Not much going on around here. Supposed to be 90+ degrees today so people, for the most part, are hunkering down in their air conditioned hovels and not moving around much. Except me, of course. Holiday traffic is going to be a real BITCH around the area later; what with people sweating in their cars in the lousy traffic we usually have around here made worse by everyone trying to get out of town for the holiday weekend. Civilization will one day die in a traffic jam. His sister, Courtesy, has already fallen ill.
Found some frozen Shrimp (in the freezer of all places) slowly going bad and thought I’d better use it. Once I cleaned them up (de-shelled them), threw them in a skillet with some butter, garlic, chopped onions, and chopped celery until they were bright reddish. Poured in a jar of that alfredo stuff SWMBO likes, made angel hair spaghetti, and dinner was served. Oh, peas too. I’m not much into pasta but it wasn’t bad if I do say so myself.
Went and watered the garden. I got peas ready to pick! Mater plants are matering. Bell Pepper plants hardly change; but at least they’re still there. Yes, They’re in Their planter over There.
And that’s pretty much it. Picked SWMBO up and we’re home. I’m playing with some of the video files my new dashcam recorded and kinda, sorta, watching 2001: A Space Odyssey but am about to go lay down and read. A Book; not Tumblr.
