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.
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.
It’s day 142, but who is counting, since I lost my brother, soulmate and greatest friend. Oh btw, in the category of “Who Gives a Sh*t?” the stock market went up a bit today.
Aunt Sandra gave me her Pink Floyd collection around this time frame when I was but a young Teen try’n to find his way in this world. For you hun, I know you are much better off now than yesterday.
So we learned today that my Father lived a super blessed life growing up where no curse words were heard or beers were drunk in public.
Here’s cut ‘n paste:
My Father took me to this movie at 15/16 years of age. Nothing was spoken of the language in this feature. However, it almost came blasting from my mind and through my mouth (over the tongue), “Welcome to the 21st century buddy.”
Getting dinner for Mother.
Jenny, Steve, Billy, Mickey and W. Steve our prayers go out to you for comfort with the passing of Aunt Sandra (at this time alive).
In a recent work event I stood to gain a nice little attaboy. Then steps beyond my control were taken to change that outcome if not addressed. Upon addressing the items, the original outcome was returned to it’s correct and rightful state.
I live alone in the world right now taking care of my elderly parents, who for the most part are low maintenance the majority of the time. *grin* My soulmate is across county living alone with her very high maintenance elderly parent.
Einstein is my tiny buddy, tea cup Yorkie (< 2#) – we thought we were getting a regular Yorkie, but life has her twist four shore. His butt needed some serious attention with cleaning and trimming. Therefore upon returning home this evening, I took care of matters. He’s much happier now. We have pending thunderstorms, North American South East in the Summer go figure, for the evening; hence, I let Maggie, Einstein, and Luci come in early. Since I gave my little buddy a major traumatic life happening, I wanted to treat him with some canned food instead of the regular dry. I had to stay alert the whole time he was eating to make sure the bitches (Maggie and Luci) would not steal from him. Maggie thanked me with a huge turd in the laundry room. As Aimee and I say, “No good deed goes unpunished.”
The Colonel came out as I was sitting down to the computer desk, so I shared my life event of the early morning. No “attaboy” from him only the “how dare you speak that way to your higher ups you’ll be fired!” *rolls eyes* People say I’m a pessimist but I get it honestly, my blood type is B-Negative. Man, let’s change subject moving to Aimee’s day’s events which got the reply that sideswiped the fuck out of me and no I’ma not share. I got up from my seat saying, “I can’t listen to this right now, sorry I bothered you,” and headed outside to my shed.
Einstein 2025 06 11
Mother and I are watching TCM together right now with it muted to not bother the Colonel’s rest time. Hell, I can’t hear at my age and he’s bitch’n about the sound two rooms and one wall away being too loud at 10 out of 100 I could only wish my ears worked without aides half that good. And, that is why we watch streaming with it muted 90% of the time in the living room before 22:00. It must be between 19:00 to 20:00 and then quite time is enforced.
Muted Streaming
God bless. Remember always, “Do the next nice thing.”
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