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.
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.”
