Author: Daniel Cochran

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25-06-2026 A Day in the Life – Carrying On

Being at 145 hasn’t changed much of the daily fun. Get up, get ready, drive through stoplight hell of 707 and 544 in a State/County that doesn’t understand traffic movement in the slightest. A clog of cars and trucks bunch up at the red light, then it’s green and the lead vehicle has to wait to the count of 5 before starting through the intersection due to rabid red-light runners. Then as the first car of the clog gets through the light the next light trips to red thus stopping more cars for the clog to mass up together. It’ll turn green, same pause to accelerate by the lead vehicles so that now in a 45mph zone we are inching along at 20mph or less to approach yet another red-light to gather more in the clog which can back up two lights for more than three cycles to get through and it stretches for almost a half mile before you get to freedom on 31. It is only 15 miles as the roads travel to work but it takes 30 minutes to an hour to travel that distance with our current County Council. Nine hours later, you get to repeat the morning travel again but headed home.

Once home we are greeted most days with “Father Dearest” giving us a debrief of the days events at 145 and the “doom and gloom” that awaits our very existence. Greetings of love and attention lurch out at us by the Cat and Dogs (3 – Ma, Pa and Son) while we take out on the back patio after changing cloths. Happy, happy, joy, joy as they want our undivided attention and affection. Then there are the ducks that start waddling to the bird seed area once they see me sitting on the porch. 😉

It’s usually now that I finally get some time to myself 10:30ish. By now I’m pecked for the day and hence the lack of post on a steady basis lately.

Thanks for coming here, and may God bless you. Prayers appreciated.

Daniel

PS. My toe nail has grown back Timothy. It shows the move to remind me daily of the “fun” we had with this move. I so miss talking with you.

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30-04-2026 A Day in the Life: You’re lucky Brother.

JB Reacts

I’m so tire of this too. No matter who ends in D.C. (Den of Corruption) falls into line with the broken establishment. I’m afraid that even if we replaced all 535 House servants and 100 Senate servants we would lose to the lobbyist.

Why is it all just f’n bullshit?

Because they are well paid to not help us the citizens in the least bit. We just have to remember that God’s got this. I have a verse on my whiteboard at work.

Joshua 1:9New King James Version

9 Have I not commanded you? Be strong and of good courage; do not be afraid, nor be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.”

FYI: SkyNews’ affiliate in the United States is Fox News. Hence they seem to take the same stance on major issues while providing U.S. with more coverage of what is actually happening in the United States. Therefore, from time to time you will hear the host speaking as if they live here like, “we have 49% polling (for whatever they are promoting).”

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24-04-2026 A Day in the Life: I’ve lost count and still miss you.

Man this is so true.

Dad lies about everything. “I gave her the medication,” Steve exclaims as I ask about the agitation and scratching of the skin mother does when she hasn’t gotten the little red pill which mask the horrible pain she is in at this stage. When I offered to sort out the medicine some six months back because he was forgetting to administer it correctly he yelled, “I do not trust anyone with pharmaceuticals!” But he has us pick them up from the CVS so he doesn’t have to drive there in the nightmare traffic of Hwy 501 or the “service road” alternate. “She ate (this and that) great today,” he will say while the majority of the frozen dinner is sitting in the refrigerator for reheating the next day less I throw it away. Go figure on his duplicity.

I haven’t played the POH or POA card because he was getting it right more than wrong without wanting to admit failure, which is never been an option for this ole’ Marine Colonial. It is only progressing to the point that card may have to be played, and I hate that fact.

Denial isn’t just a river in Egypt.

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2025 12 08 – A Day (#300) in the Life, but who counting?

Dad came out last night and told me of a tale from his youth.

“When I was about 10 years old tinsel cost $3.00 for a box. We didn’t have that type of money to waste. There was a store near the A&P Grocery Store where father (Virgil Cochran) worked that had a tree on display covered top to bottom with tinsel.

After Christmas, I was walking in the alleyway behind the A&P, and they had put the tree out for the trash folks to pickup. I went home and got bags and then went back and cleaned that tree of tinsel. That tinsel lasted till I moved away for college.”

God bless

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2025 11 25 – A Day in the life #287 but who’s counting

Purewick delivery showed up today from a Sunday order. First order of business at the home was get it operational again while cleaning mother up. Father didn’t give her pain meds prior to the procedure. We had to deal with the “my back hurts,” “something is here or here on my back stabbing me,” and the general appreciation/bitching of getting the bed and body cleaned again.

Aimee and I are exhausted from the nursing job we have to perform every night with the two of them, bless their souls.

Ya’ll enjoy the time with your parents even if it’s this “stuff” too.

God bless

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2025 11 01 – A Day in the Life #264 (but who’s counting?)

Aimee and I visited with Mc Millan-Small Funeral Home today at the early bloody hour of 9am after 72 hours of limited sleep so that the final arrangements of Viva Anne Deaton Saunders (Jones) could be completed. They were “short staffed” and thus Aimee couldn’t see her mother for the final times prior to the service.

The first cousin in Troy, North Carolina we just got to know in the last couple of years, surprisingly, is setting up a service without any input from Aimee the ONLY living family member. This “kind-hearted” help, unrequested and partly needed, is over fucking stepping their bounds by miles. This isn’t the first time this person that has appeared out of no where after knowing the Deaton, Saunders and Jones for well over 40 years wants to control what the heck is the the “end-of-life” for Aimee and Viva’s time on Earth? That my friend is a major, WTF – BTFO Please!

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