We’ve had a rather busy week so the post have been ‘wanting’ for a while, sorry ya’ll. I took the easy-way out this week on one meal that made lunch and late-night snack too. The famed “hamburger helper.”
Dinner of “Hamburger Helper”
On Tuesday I had to take the afternoon off so I could get the healthcare information 1st hand. My father, God bless him, is 85 and it is kinda showing in that he isn’t as sharp as he was when I was a child. I hear all the “bitching” but none of the solutions or suggestions when I depend on his healthcare reports with appointments, phone calls, but emails I can access we just have NONE from these new groups. Only driving me more ‘crazy.’
August 26, 2025 Healthcare Appointments
In 12 (twelve) more days it would be Timothy’s 58th birthday, again – not that anyone is counting. *cries*
“Pain! Pain means you’re alive boy! Now get the f**k up and keep moving maggot,” Marine leader of past days. Decades before the Obama “pansies” appeared. Learn it, Love it, and Live it!
Dinner shopping – onion and green pepper and frozen lunches for two.
Arrive home from work, and all the packages were inside the house from the weekend’s spending event.
Groceries in the freezer and frig. Outside with the dogs and cat. Plant food administered.
Rushing to put the elevated (4.5″) toilet seat on while I’m hearing her yell out that she is BM’n. He’s no where to be found. Aimee is trying to assist with a massive headache from not eating enough lunch and seven hours earlier. Plus the training programs she is having to read since I’ve not got her a headset yet.
Seat done and eighty-one year old on it. Finishing the BM.
Pouring the dog food (arrival today) and cat food into containers. Check on lady perched on the toilet. Still, no show and not to be found.
In the end, he never says thank you. No praise to be had at all. It’s my childhood all over again.
The Bible is clear, I’m supposed to take care of them. It’s a duty that is not for the weak at heart for fucking sure.
‘Honoryour father and your mother, as the Lord your God has commanded you, that your days may be long, and that it may be well with you in the land which the Lord your God is giving you.
BTW: Aimee has to deal with a pyscho across the county in the form of her hateful mother too.
Exterior of St Margaret’s Chapel, Edinburgh, Ireland circa 1124-1150
They tell me at the Funeral Home that they have never seen a Hearst pull into the graveyard followed by a U-Haul (c). 😉
This is a clear indications that is a false statement.
Today and the last couple haven’t been mother’s finest to be kind. It worried me today a bit even though, I know God’s got this in his plan, time, and measure for good reason. It just takes a bit to be the one holding up the failing body of your parent – I did get choked up. I thought of the 21 year old lady that had a child smearing fecal matter on the wall and crib like some aromatic water color. What was that young lady going through? She’s here in my hands now as I attempt to keep her from passing out in the shower while Aimee and dad get a wheelchair.
They came back with a toilet seat and a promise. *Phucking FACEPALM* (both hands). On that note, I’ve had folks ask me who taught me to drink and I just smile. Ya don’t want to know.
45 minutes to go 1/2 mile across University Blvd and 501 because of id10Ts that do not realize they painted the white line behind the light trigger due to all the locals driving over the line 20 feet to 30 feet from the highway. However, with new folks joining our community Jersey isn’t told and we can sit through two or three light cycles until they realize they are never getting back home less they pull two feet forward. *facepalm*
Unknown 1980s picture of Margaret and Sandra
I had a wonderful conversation with Dad tonight.
After calling Christopher on the phone and not being able to leave a message, he called me back. The two of us had some laughs and giggles about life at this point. Praise God.
About midnight all heck broke lose in the house with Dad calling for us to call #911, but we only needed to get Mom to the toilet. I’ll spare you the details. It was a success in the fact that fecal matter went where it is designed to go in a modern home. Mother is/was very thankful for the effort – even though at the time not so much. 😉
Virgil with his youngest and oldest children @ late 70s
Most folks look forward to the weekend (as the old song cries out), but of late I tend to dread them. It once was a restful time to do my yardwork, get the floors mopped, the laundry done and work out the plan for the coming week to weeks. Now a days, it’s much more of a chore that the good Lord has given us (Aimee and I) to bear with taking care of all the aforementioned items, but now we have to care for our parents too.
Drive home rainbow that is a reminder that God has this in his hands.
The heat is oppressive in the South during this time of the year. It will drain you of all your strength in minutes without plenty of cool water and some bit of shade. Hence, the mowing of the yards was limited to only ours and Kim’s yard (the neighbor directly behind us). She’s got some issues, but loves God and needs the assist. *wink* After the mowing was done, me and the pets sat in the shed with a fan blowing on us and enjoyed a couple of “cold ones” next to the Coke machine I’ve named “Timmy” since it was the inheritance I got from his passing. It runs well, but doesn’t cool very good at this point. I’ma get it restored “one day,” yet another project in a long list of items I want to be working on.
I will skip the gory details of the crap and piss battle that is never ending in our home at this point. We had to fix the bed not once, not twice, not three times but four. Hence the reason I purchased three sets of protective mattress fitted sheets for just this sort of fiasco.
Grapes harvested from our vines 2025
Sunday when we went out for pet food and more puppy pads at Petco, Aimee and I took the time away to actually enjoy a bit of respite from the disheartening drama that is at our home currently.
We treated ourselves to burgers, fries, onion rings and Aimee got a huge ice cream cone at The Freeze Restaurant in Conway, South Carolina. It’s a local icon that is family owned and has very good food, in our humble opinion. The reviews on facepaint are horrible and don’t reflect my experience with the place at all; just a bunch of keyboard warriors attacking imho. Then on the route home, I turned off the highway 701 onto the original road to Red Hill so we could visit the park.
Arriving at the Waccamaw River Park (temp 101 humidity 95%)Aimee putting on her best face in our adventure July 27, 2025It’s too hot, humid and buggy for my little trooper.
Just look at that face. She’s saying it all. “Get me the *&%^ out of here.” LOL
CONWAY, South Carolina – Since Sandra’s passing and Mickey’s data dump on me, I’ve been working on the family tree. *Rolls Eyes*
Just the Cochran (male) line blows out to this after several clean-ups and “deep-dive document” research.
I’m printing (copying source) in a ‘both-sides’ format where applicable. The ‘family group’ paperwork cannot really be done in 2 sided as much as I wish it could. *sigh* Then I send a digital copy of the paper copies.
It is amazing how much paperwork is out there in history once you start looking. Be fruitful and multiple as commanded by our Lord/God. To read the “Will and Testament” left in some of the records you would be amazed at how “Non-PC” the language in our public records. It is not a surprise to me since God is first in my family lineage on all sides of the families.
More to come after we (aka me/myself/and I) clean it all up with citations only, if possible. Thanks Mickey, Woots, and Mammy for the information.
With the data dump I got from our recent passing, I restarted my Ancestry.com account back up for at least a month or so to get this new data into the systems. And they have upgraded the systems a lot since 2020 when I stopped working on the rather massive tree with so many branches.
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.
Andrew Cochran b. March 22, 1807 in Tennessee d. November 15 1855 1840 & 1850 Census Information
James Columbus Cochran [REG.27 ARKANSAS INFANTRY CO.] b. February 9, 1846 d. May 17 1927 Mrs. Bessie Cochran Bradley, Arkansas 1960’s Family Bible and 1850 Census as well as Death Certificate from Louisiana
FMCJ Inquiry on Jesse Andrew Cochran b. November 8, 1876 d. October 5, 1940
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.
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!
We’ve (God’s help 100%) had great luck, skill, whatever you wish to call it getting our Python code completed and operational. It’s a tiny “proof of concept” set of projects, but it is so nice writing again after decades of pure neglect by the “Bagboy” of ITS. A lot of the skill set upgrades are all coming from boot.dev‘s learning environment.
All these pieces have come together in the last six plus months. 143 days of our loss here but advantage in the “hereafter.” The Lord is looking out for us. Mother and Father can be a challenge at times, but we’ve all seemed to come into an adjustment at this point. I’m just thankful.
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