2025 10 15 #247 But Who’s Counting?
2025 August 10 – Six months but who’s counting right?
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.
God bless!
“Honor your father and your mother, that your days may be long upon the land which the Lord your God is giving you.
2025 07 30 – A Day in the Life (170 but who’s counting?)
Work
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*
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. 😉
2025 07 14 (154) – A Day in the Life
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.
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](https://danielscochran.com/wp-content/uploads/2025/07/Cochran_James_Columbus_1846_Mrs_Bessie_Cochran_Bradley_Arkansas_1960s_Family_Bible_1850_U.S.Census-1024x622.jpeg)
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.
@ 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
2025 06 21 – A Day in the Life
Coastal Carolina University Men’s Baseball team begins the final leg to the World Series Championship today. Here is a great article:
Coastal Carolina cruises into CWS final on historic win streak
https://truthsocial.com/@realDonaldTrump/114724124909451419/embed
Congrats LSU Game 1.
2025 06 05 – A Day in the Life
OhMyGoodness it rained as bad as a double cunted cow pissing on a flat rock once I got home. Actually right before pulling into the carpad. Maggie was hiding under the chair in the shed not wanting to come out. Who could blame her as @ 2 inches of water covering the whole backyard when I dashed out to the shed to enjoy the nature. The nature won, I retreated with a terrorized dog back into our home.
Dinner was Tyson (Family Sized) Hot Wings for two.
2025 06 01 – A Day in the Life
@ Conway, South Carolina
Spring Brooks hosted the National DI Baseball Regionals this weekend.
It’s been 110 days since my dear brother got to Heaven before me. I always thought we would go together at the calling. (This is an enlargement of a phone picture of the workstation’s screen image of the ECU v Oklahoma 14 to 5; ECU Victory). This is why the victory of my college was less’ned on my psyche (aka soul). I kept thinking that Timothy would have really enjoyed the games with his older brother, but we had to share in spirit-only.
I got out of my shell a bit this weekend with talking to folks in purple. Since they have been my “pull-for” team since early childhood. Dad was Buccaneer 1962 and my youngest brother that has disowned me and my family got his Master of English at East Carolina University.
It’s a shame I cannot mention or say anything about my work place, but I’ve been called into HR before; and, don’t care to give them any reason to “release me of my duties” prior to retirement like Wells Fargo did to my wife with only two months left for twenty years. Q-( Mentioning that I never heard from “120” about the upcoming “games” didn’t surprise me at all. Our outstanding Associate Director, Network & Telecommunication Services Information Technology Services was organizing coverage for the games prior to “gameday.” It is on assumption that I’ll cover any Athletics, National Events, and all Major Media Events if needed by our I********* T******* D******* for a local University.
It is on to Omaha, Nebraska after a little trip to Auburn University this coming weekend.
Coastal Carolina University Baseball Team 2025. Go Chants!
2025 05 18 – A Day in the Life
It has been a lazy day Sunday resting in the backyard.
Mom isn’t getting up and the bed is in need of drying out. Dad caiters to her with food and more water while ignoring the mess. I try and fix it to only be met with grief from mom and resistance from dad in “hurting her feelings. “
So me and the dogs sit outside enjoying the fresh air and steady breeze.
God bless
2025 05 12 – A Day in the Life
Ain’t No Sunshine
Bill Withers
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
It’s not warm when she’s away
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
And she’s always gone too long
Anytime she’s goes away
Wonder this time where she’s gone
Wonder if she’s gone to stay
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
And this house just ain’t no home
Anytime she goes away
And I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know
Hey, I ought to leave young thing alone
But ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone, whoa, whoa
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
Only darkness every day
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
And this house just ain’t no home
Anytime she goes away
Anytime she goes away
Anytime she goes away
Anytime she goes away
Written by: Bill Withers
Album: The Ultimate Collection
Released: 2017
Lyrics provided by Musixmatch
I’m tired of living with my wife across town being abused by the person that made her early years in Raleigh a nightmare at times. Those nightmares are there more than not at this point in Viva’s life. Aimee is doing her best with the 70×70 that Christ told us as an example of long suffering.
God bless
P.S. We miss you Timothy!
P.S.S A Female in the house had an accident which required the Horry Paramedics to assist. What wonderful fellows. God bless.
2025 04 01 – A Day in the Life: F8822
F8822
[SCENE ONE]
Ohmygoodness walk in the door:
(Older Gentleman comes out of bedroom where he was napping. Slinks over to backdoor, taps quietly on the door, Jack is alerted and runs for the door, we cannot see who opens the backdoor a tiny bit for his “buddy” to dash in the doorway.)
(Rain Clouds cover the shining Sunlight causing the backyard to darken)
(Daniel, Einstein, Maggie, and Luci come inside the house)
“DID YOU SEE THIS PIECE OF MAIL THAT CAME TODAY,” demands the older gentleman holding the letter from the IRS Daniel put on the counter after coming in the door from work prior to going outside?!?
“Dude you don’t have to yell. Let me go to the bathroom and we can fix/address/discuss that letter. That’s why I asked you about it in my head bringing it home,” Daniel exclaims.
(Daniel exits Stage Left – Older Gentleman walks off Right Stage)
(Daniel knocks on closed door in the hallway)
“Hey, you awake? Let’s talk,” Daniel states as he opens the door to see the Older Gentleman laying on the bed with the IRS envelope in his hand and Jack staring at the open doorway.
[Dining Room/Computer Office]
“Did you see this,” Older Gentleman inquires.
“I didn’t open it you did, but yeah I was wondering what it was about,” says Daniel.
“There was a $137 mistake on the filing,” the Older Gentleman began, “and they are going to send a refund. THIS ADDRESS IS WRONG! THE . . .”
“Whoa a sec, let me show you this,” interupting is Daniel as he reaches across the seated fellow and grabs the computer mouse, clicks on a window on the screen, and releases the device as he stands up. “See that 1040? This is the address we used to file your taxes and the Social Security changes have not been acknowledged yet, and I’ve told you since Friday it’s getting near the end of the 30 day window to get the mail that I’m hoping the USPS forwards, but the Social Security may have it marked, ‘NO FORWARD,’ I have no idea since we didn’t have to alert the government all the times we have moved in the past.”
“I’m going to miss any $10,000 check they may send me without my address changed,” the Older Gentleman explains.
With irritation beginning to show on Daniel’s face, he states, “We’ll get the address changed and the USPS will bloody forward the damn mail for at least six months.”
(The Older Gentleman arises, and exits Stage Right in a “huff”.)
[ENDS SCENE ONE]
[SCENE TWO]
(Zooming in from behind on the left handed side of Daniel facing the 36′ monitor with an IRS Form 8822 .pdf in clear vision. Within the boxes on the .pdf we see the names, Daniel’s head blocks the SSN fields, the old address and the new address boxes filled out.)
“CAN YOU COME AND PROOF THIS 8822 ‘CHANGE OF ADDRESS’ IRS FORM,” Daniel yells?
(door opens off Stage Right)
“This will be the wrong form, or you picked the wrong one,” the Older Gentleman gruffly says as he walks over to the computer and sits down in the chair in front of the monitor.
As the Older Gentleman reads the 8822 .pdf form on the monitor, he excitedly complains, “my Social Security Number is wrong it’s not 88888!”
Looking at the monitor as he reaches for the mouse to move the cursor to the field boxes the view of the numbers other than the offending ‘88888’ are blocked, “oh my ‘8’ button was sticking there a second.”
Opening another pdf in another window, Daniel says, “Look here it’s fixed.”
“DON’T CLOSE IT I’VE NOT FINISHED,” the Older Gentleman snarkingly blurts out.
“LOOK YOU CAN STOP BITCHING TO ME, I’M FUCKING GETTING THIS DONE ASAP,” lowering his tone Daniel continues, “just as I’ve done every request since December. I come in and (swiftly kicking into the air) WHAM another kick-in-the-balls to get shit done!”
[END SCENE TWO]
[SCENE THREE]
“Well there you go! THANK YOU SO MUCH MR.Computer Expert,” emfactacly stated by the Older Gentleman as he gets up from the computer and exits Stage Right. Trailing off we don’t understanding what he is saying exiting the Stage, “murmur (etc).”
(Older lady suffles onto Stage Right and continues toward the recliner chair facing the television (aka “Smart TV”) and sits down to watch “Dancing in the Rain” on TCM on the wide screen above the fireplace)
“HaHaHaHaHaaHaa…”
(Camera pans back fading to black as “It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World” plays on the television and the Older Lady laughs hysterically.
God bless