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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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2025 10 22 # Day 254, but who’s counting right?

*faceplam* Today was a real event to thank God for his guidance if we just “go with the flow” (aka “The Woodstock Way”). It drives father nuts to operate in such a fashion for day to day living. Although, he operates in such fashion expecting the flow to go the same path day to day which just doesn’t happen. At 85 you would expect him to have learned this fact of life. But, “No this so-n-so will happen with these results that we don’t want ever…”

I am so glad God put me in the computer field in 1982. I’ve not been the nicest with humans since entering the “On/Off” world of logic when people I am working with cannot grasp wtf I am building in the air with words prior to coding and/or action items. Therefore, working with a fellow that had trouble putting together bicycles on Christmas gift time many decades ago. I on the other hand loved building the “toys” we were giving my younger brothers and myself *wink*.

The post have been light the last months due to the fact that I can’t write the way I used to write in my younger days. I forget. You’ll get there too if lucky to live long enough. Lord, we are all around it. Walk into a room and ask yourself, “What did I come in here for now?” Add alcholhol or smoke and it’s much worst, “Why am I getting off this train in Lost Springs, Wyoming?” With this said, it gets late when I can write and I may be ‘pain-free’ at that point of the day.

Viva has been accepted and beginning Hospice Care by Lower Cape Fear LifeCare ™ today, Praise God. The internal issues are many. ‘naugh said.

Mother, may/may not get an initial visit this Friday. *prayers*

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2025 10 06 – A Day in the Life: #238 but who gives a f*ck?

September isn’t a good month for me. Sorry for no post to speak of apparently.

Which only brings up a song about the joys of September, just not this 2025 September. Now don’t listen to this while driving in heavy traffic it’ll drive ya nuts to not smash the accelerator to 120.

The Boys

https://twitter.com/elonmusk/status/1975262996592292060?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw

Of note I watched this 1970s documentary of Bad Company:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r7_QDNjwBjM&t=3089s

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September 1, 2025 – A day in the life.

Mind your own bloody ass business! 203 days ago, but who’s counting?

Dixie Chicken (circa 1976)

We were 12 and 9 with the 2 yr old in tow everywhere. I found this group a couple years later from my “older sister” Linda, now Lynday, who was married to David at that point. That and the fact Capital Records record promo for 10 for $1 (and then the fine print a monthly album that was twice the cost of getting one at the store two miles away). *snicker* My brother only got 57 years because the D.C. (Den of Corruption) and Demoncrat Governor of Virginia with Dr. Anthony Fauci leading the pack at $600,000+ annual tax dollars to murder as many citizens of the World as they can get away with and still get the same pay for life.

I really should add to this as the day progresses as to the recap. I’m more of a “on-the-fly” kinda fellow not a Mr. Recap. Sorry you miss most the humor in this format. Like the cloud formations tonight at sunset. One in particular looked like a dog with another sniffing it’s butt which cracked me the heck up since that is all I see all day with a female, male, and son pack at the house which our cat has decided is ok to hang/join with in the backyard.

Mother Sleeping
Sleep well young princess.

The agenda for our parents as rather active today.

Moving to Harrisonburg, Virginia, United States October 5, 2021

October 5, 2021: Moving to Harrisonburg, Virginia, United States after Fauci murdered him with mandatory injection of a poison that Fauci made money off of with more sales to the tune of millions to murder citizens. He and I pushed on into the night with the off-load of his family’s home items. Now granted a chunk of it was left in the basement staging area for “approval of placement” later from my sister-in-law (wife), Tracey.

I do not think that those folks who caused his death will ever see justice in the United States of America because Satan rules the Earth right now. In the end, justice will be served.

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2025 08 28 – Pre-Labor Day Weekend ~ A Day in the Life

Day 199 (not that anyone is counting)

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.”

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
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!

God bless.

1989 July : Christopher is in route. *grin* https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QwaKQvwMIe8

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2025 August 19 – A Day in the Life

Work day – classes start tomorrow (20th).

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.

Exodus 20:12

“Honor your father and your mother, that your days may be long upon the land which the Lord your God is giving you.

Deuteronomy 5:16

‘Honor your 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.

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2025 August 10 – Six months but who’s counting right?

St. Margaret's Chapel
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.

God bless!

Exodus 20:12

“Honor your father and your mother, that your days may be long upon the land which the Lord your God is giving you.

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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*

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
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