Author: Daniel Cochran

05:05 – Up early, back to bed too dark

05:50 – Up getting coffee and rounding up Einstein and Maggie with Luci for the morning 1st cup of A&P 8 O’clock.

@ 06:30 – 2nd cup of coffee; turn on brew on father’s Mr. Coffee Machine.

I got a sausage, egg and cheese with hash browns from Chick-fil-A on campus. Then got to work on AD watch. The physical backup as required by S.C. State Code from the “knowledgeable servants” in Columbia that we vote on every 2 to 4 years, is monitored daily. I can count on 3 fingers the months our elected servants actually give a “rat’s arse” what we are concerned about in State Government. That is right before the County’s primary where 5% (if that high) of the voters select the next two to four years of representation for all of us in the district, precinct, Region and/or State office. I digress, (proper usage), Breakfast was tasty.

While working on task of my employment, I was able to review some recent documents I was able to put my hands on in our family tree via my father’s branch/division.

So these documents show that we aren’t just Son’s of a Confederate Veteran with the Grandmother’s side (Major Thomas Sparrow of Bath/New Bern, N.C.) but also on Grandfather’s side (James C(olumbus) Cochran of the Reg. 27 Arkansas Infantry Company). How neato. More to come.

17:30ish – I am not even out of the car with my backpack, groceries, mail, and water bottle and someone is going off on me about a phone text they got from a “phone courier” we are trying to rid ourselves of because the customer service is a nightmare. Their support is beyond unhelpful and I wouldn’t wish their service on my worst enemy. In case you were wondering –> US Cellular. So for the next 3 hours I have to keep repeating “the plan” with dealing with these sleaze bombs.

Before I can get all that stuff into the house and get to the bathroom, I have to spend what seemed like 30 minutes trying nicely to tell this fine fellow, I need to get inside the house and put stuff up. Going in the home was my worst choice. The smell knocked me out with only opening the door. The stench was from stern to aft, you can not get away from it. Mouth breathing only area for the whole 2100 Sq Ft. I lite candles as fast as I could and fought to get away from the US Cellular conversation to the backyard to fresh air. The fight to get out was a repeat of the “try to get in the house” battle. Why does every $%&^ing thing have to be my fight? I’m not US Cellular, I’m not the Realtor, I’m not the FED dickhead not lowing the rates, I’m not a laundry list of folks I have to “defend” which more than half I do not defend but state, “You’re right.” But then you have to “fight” the other side. So as I learned decades and I mean fucking decades ago, you plan the fight as fast as you can once it starts beating the crap out of you for no reason of your doing. The whole time, keep repeating in your head, “father and mother” and if the Old Testament doesn’t suit you then Christ says this.

Preserver on my son, get to cooking while your wife is giving a shower, hair wash and soap on sores for the first time since they moved in to my fine lady of the house.

@ 23:08 – I’m tired. If it wasn’t for such wonderful daily readings, I’d be bat-sh*t_crazy.

Paul sometimes received financial support from churches where he ministered (2 Corinthians 11:8; Philippians 4:14-16), but he also worked as a tentmaker so as not to be a financial burden to anyone (Acts 18:3). Why did Paul conduct his ministry on a by-faith basis when it came to material needs? Because he had learned that in every circumstance, God was faithful to meet his needs. Whether he had plenty or little did not matter since he had learned to be content “in all things.” He had learned that the strength of Christ was sufficient in every situation (Philippians 4:13).

We also are called to live by faith (2 Corinthians 5:7). Let every moment of need be an opportunity to trust God.

Why does anyone take on the end-of-life of a parent? Because God has taught them well, even with all the flaws and f-ups. Thank God!

God bless