…of outrageous fortune!
Well, the last two, at least, I’ve been suffering.
desk drafting chair, from which I write/steal this daily drivel, broke a few months ago. Because of my leg disability, I need to sit taller. Most available standard desk chairs go as tall as 28 inches; some 30! and lower down to 16 or 18. Not exactly what I require. If I sit on the floor I might not be able to get up.
SO. I’ve been perching on a low bent wood chair of my roommate’s. Nice furniture, but not designed with a crippled, fat person in mind. Did I say it is LOW? And hard, even with a pillow.
I mentioned my predicament to a good friend only over the Internet. They promptly sent me PayPal funds specifically earmarked for a new chair! Without my asking. I’m blessed.
Then came the nightmare that is Amazon Prime and UPS, in concert to make me wait, then miss the delivery. I commented to another friend, “Technology is great! But, then we expect it, and when it fails, we whine,” Well, I do, anyway.
But, no longer, I’ve a new, taller chair (thanks to my benefactor) and can return the old one to my roommate. Relatively undamaged.
All’s right with the World. At least my butt thinks so.
So, the other day I went in for an eye examination. I’m supposed to go in annually, as I’m diabetic. For the unfamiliar, the disease affects circulation, which in turn may affect the optic nerve and/or retina, causing blindness (!)
Of course, I didn’t go in last year, as I was in the process of moving, so my mind and money were elsewhere. And my regular physician has been bugging me to get it done. So, I went.
I was a little frightened, as my eyes aren’t getting any younger. And, it had been two years.
All for naught. The exam was quick and efficient. My eyes were very nearsighted in my youth, and as I get older and have presbyopia (the thing where older folks get more farsighted) my vision is actually improving!
The one caveat is I’m developing what my eye doc called ‘baby cataracts’. No, these are not tiny Japanese luxury cars. She said that I might need corrective surgery in about 10 years.
So, I’ve a new prescription for improved eyeglasses (which I cannot afford). And my internal eye exam showed no problems from the diabetes! The eye doc even took my regular doc’s info and faxed her the exam results. When I go in later this month, there will be one less hassle from my doctor. Huzzah!
I’ve lived most of my life here in the desert. I was born back East, but, my parents moved us out here when I was a pre-schooler. I’ve visited my birth State a few times – it’s pleasant in the Summer, but horrible in the Winter. And the cultural/political attitudes, well…
Let’s face it, I’m a Desert Rat, and I like it, just fine.
When I was growing up here, we’d play outside all day, getting water from the garden hose, as needed. And we sometimes got sunburned. I remember walking home (a mile and a half) from the bowling alley with my friends, the day Neil Armstrong walked on the Moon. I don’t remember the temperature, but it was mid-Summer. 100+ degrees, easily. And, we didn’t care.
It’s gotten statistically warmer here as the years have progressed. Not because of global warming, but because of the heat island effect – as the metro area grows, more concrete and asphalt. And we feel the results. My 60-year-old body isn’t as resilient as the high-schoolers who leisurely walked home in the Summer of ’69 to watch history being made. I generally hobble from A/C unit to A/C unit. It’s a way of life, here.
And, with the exception of government-produced town lakes (aka mosquito hatcheries), the humidity remains low. 7% yesterday. I’d much prefer here to say Chattanooga in July – 95 degrees and 95% humidity. There’s little oxygen in the air (it’s mostly water) and there’s a permanent wet stripe from your armpits to your squishy shoes. I know, I’ve been there.
We reached 122 degrees here a few years ago. It was 116 yesterday, 118 scheduled today. This is the price we pay for shirt-sleeve Thanksgivings and Christmases.
But, it’s a DRY Heat!
I’ve been known to be self-centered. It’s one of my character defects. Not to make excuses, but, I’ve had many bad things happen in my life. I need to remember many other people have things much worse.
I own a 2000 Oldsmobile Intrigue. Not my first choice, but the 1989 Isuzu Trooper gave up the ghost @ 170,000 miles. In 2002. And I didn’t have many choices, due to my financial condition.
All things considered, she’s been a good car. Very reliable, except batteries (an Arizona heat constant) and failing engine sensors – something I’m told starts happening around 125,000 miles. She has 137K. And her A/C stopped working three or four years ago. Not a big deal in much of the U.S., but in Arizona, a big deal. 115 degree Summers, and all.
I’ve been blessed with a cadre of terrific friends, who have given their time, money, effort and moral support over the years. Two of these friends are Ms. T. and Mr. K.
I met them when I worked @ TMCCC. T was a co-worker when we were doing credit card fraud investigations. K later joined the department. Both were going to school to further their educations and employment opportunities. T now teaches at the college level, and K is an engineer at a major aircraft firm.
K became aware of my Intrigue’s air conditioning problems when he and T helped me move last Summer. And said he would check into it. I know he’s busy, so I didn’t push him. After all, it’s been years.
Last week, T called and asked if I were available. K was making his auto-mechanic rounds among friends and wanted to stop by to assess my car. I said please.
In short, after some analysis and addition of new coolant (including some with stop-leak) my Olds’ air conditioning is now working! And, as she’s not quite fully charged, he asked me to check back with him in a month and advise if she’s losing coolant, so more could be done.
I’m speechless. So I’m writing. :-)
I could go on and on about having a 14 year old car. Or losing my home last year. Or being on disability and barely making it. Or having numerous medical ‘issues’.
But, that’s the wrong attitude. K is one of those men who just gives. And is uncomfortable when he is thanked for his doing so.
♫You’ve got to have friends.♫
Thank you, regardless, K. And T. For all you do and have done. You’ve got to have friends!
Being disabled, not a man of means and spending much of my day on the Internet sometimes gets me to whining. The state of the Nation, our rights being systematically eroded, yatta, yatta. And me with my own petty health issues – which I won’t detail here.
But here’s a kid who has his whole life ahead of him. And his dad will shave off his ubiquitous (since high school) mustache to raise $500. $500 for his son’s care.
$500! Are you kidding me?
I can’t afford to contribute, but you can do so here or at MSgtB’s site above. Let’s see if we can make it $5000!
h/t A Girl, MSgtB
Two days ago, I posted about a blogfriend (TM) giving me the gift of ammunition. For which I am most grateful.
Yesterday, I’m checking the mail for my roomie and I, and there are two packages. One is for the roomie, something for which she is in need, the other, a small item, also sent in her name.
Good for her.
So, I bring her her bagel in the living room for breakfast, and take mine to my chair. Something is on my chair. Usually it’s the cat, who must be coaxed away by showing her a spray bottle. Today, it’s the contents of my roomie’s small package. I assumed it is for her, and she is showing it to me.
It was for ME!!
I continue to be surrounded in my personal life and in my Internet/blog life by persons of generous character.
For this, I am grateful!! Thanks, roomie!
Buoyed financially by a number of Internet friends, my roommate and I were able to attend opening day of the big Crossroads of the West Gun Show, yesterday!
The show opened yesterday @ 1100, and went until 1700. Today it goes 0900-1700, Sunday 0900-1600 at the Arizona State Fairgrounds. Parking is $7.00; admission $16.00 per person.
As previously recounted in these pages, I missed attending the past few years due to health issues. We did try last year, but these health issues got the better of both of us, and we only saw about 10% of the show. I’d not been in the three years previous.
This year we saw over 50% of the show!! (Progress, not perfection. Sigh.)
Part of the problem is it’s all walking and standing. My roommate also has health issues which limit her participation in such things. But she’s a crack shot with her Nighthawk, so I don’t complain! And we took many breaks to sit and re-hydrate, and get off our feet.
For those familiar with the venue, we had to park North of the Veteran’s Memorial Coliseum, then walk South to the exhibit buildings, along the South and West borders of the fairgrounds. (several hundred yards?) I think it totaled seven fair exhibit buildings, plus the asphalt between them with four (not the traditional two) tarpaulined venues with even more tables!
While it’s known as the ‘big’ gun show of the year, it didn’t seem quite as populated as some of the big shows in the past. Still crowded though – I suspect today and tomorrow will mimic sardine cans. There seemed to be more military customers about, and while the number of women increases every show, there were perhaps fewer yesterday than I remember seeing in the past. Fewer rotund gentlemen in overalls, though! (Not me, I wasn’t wearing overalls!) But quite a few men with long established beards – ZZ TOP clones abounded.
It’s been said of art, I don’t know it, but I know what I like. Not having an interest in Japanese militaria (for example), Arisaka rifles don’t interest me. Samurai swords do, so they get more of my attention than the Arisakas. A table with all manner of WWII items might draw my interest – but I shun tables displaying just Third Reich crap. Doing my part in the free market to not support such folk.
If you like combat Tupperware, this is your show. All manner of polymer-framed pistols and stocked rifles, and all their accessories could be had! Many plastic AR-15 magazines, even though the Marines just announced they were no longer approving anything but metallic magazines for their rifles. Perhaps that’s why they were for sale?
And every time I passed the ammo case displays, there were long lines, and persons with dollies and hand trucks. I hope this portends just being prudential? In this vein, very little out-and-out anti-administration stuff. Some bumper stickers, a poster, a few t-shirts. Nothing advocating anything but free speech that I noticed. I guess if you want hate speech (whatever THAT is) go to an SEIU event!
There seemed to be more Mare’s Leg carbines for sale than I’ve seen in previous shows. Both the cheap foreign knock-offs and quality American-made brass receiver/octagonal barrel types! Perhaps it’s the Firefly meme – or this guy:
And, as a pleasant surprise, for some inexplicable reason, a plethora of Baby Brownings! Some new-in-box (with requisite prices), some with factory engraving (below) and Browning (TM) gun rugs, and one seriously under priced ($175!!). It appeared to be a private sale with the port side blemished from years of sitting in someone’s nightstand or sock drawer!
Of course, while I had funds for parking, admission and food, I had none to spare for acquisition of any firearms. This was simply nose-up-against-the-glass window shopping for us!
And while we couldn’t see everything, we did enjoy ourselves thoroughly!
Hey, there’s always next year?
(We did miss seeing Mark Bell, though, as we did last year… :-( )Attn FTC – look elsewhere. I paid for my own admission and parking (and that of my roommate, who drove – thank you!) via the kindness of friends, and received nothing gratis @ the gun show. No samurai swords, no plastic guns, no mare’s legs, no baby Brownings – dammit!
Guffaw’s got the blues…
I try not to let the state of
the World the Nation my life get to me. I try not to be self-centered. I do realize that there’s very little I can do regarding the state of either the World or the Nation. I’ve let my opinions be known, and I voted. I’ve spoken out on this blog. In many places on the globe these things are not allowed, and subject to sever penalties.
But, I can do something about my attitude! I’m approaching a landmark anniversary in my life (if you reckon in Base 10); I’ve no partner to share it with; no money – on disability (which is both a description of lack of funds and physical ability).
I’ve a number of chronic conditions, and seem to acquire more every day. I owe medical bills.
I drive a 13 year old car, when I can afford gasoline.
And last Summer, because my disability income is 60% lower than my previous meager income, I lost my home. (“We lived in a hallway!” “We dreamed of living in a hallway-we lived in a cardboard box!” – Monty Python) Fortunately, a good friend offered me a place to stay.
Two weeks ago, my sister had a minor stroke. (If there is such a thing). She’s back to work, and coping, but it does get one’s attention.
But all is not lost.
Re: this upcoming calendar mark – My new neighbor and EX-wife (and friend) contacted me, and asked if she could put a little celebration together in my honor!
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, “If you have friends, you have everything!” You know, like the end of that Christmas movie…
Time to remove my head from it’s regular inverted resting place and get moving.
Thanks for listening.
You’ve undoubtedly read here about my adventures earlier this year of being forced out of my home. Fortunately, I was given a good place to land.
Of course, I’m STILL unpacking and trying to find places for stuff, and adjusting to living in a household with stairs, but, I’m coming along.
My old neighborhood was in the barrio, or at least barrio-adjacent. A mis-mosh of cultures which generally seemed to get along, albeit in a high-crime environment. (My home was burgled three separate times in 18 years! – and there were numerous ‘tagging’* incidents). But, I liked it there.
This new place I’m sharing with a roommate, is in a still diverse neighborhood, but closer to the collegiate culture. Less crime, little graffiti, and another nice benefit. Four miles from the university!
Most mornings I get to see attractive young women working to keep fit. At no cost to me! (save shots to my ego). No burglaries or tagging!
Things could be worse.
*tagging – a politically correct nickname for criminal damage, usually done with paint.
As I’ve stated many times, when I began this blog I’d no expectations of anyone bothering to read it. It was (and is) MY weblog. For my reasons. I expected friends and family to stop by for a look, and that would be about it. Before I left the BLOGGER software platform, I had 48 followers (after one year of blogging). Then, I moved over here to WordPress, and the ‘follower’ process began anew.
The most interesting (and sometimes confounding) development about this process is not all of my former followers followed me over to this new site. I left instructions, a map, and everything! However, I’ve not only attracted many new followers, but many are off-the-mark from the expected
wild-eyed, gun toting, radical wookiesuiters responsible firearms-owning libertarians. Many more folks from off-shore, persons of an artistic bent, others than the small corner community in which I’d painted myself.
And how terrific is THAT?
To date, 39 people are following Guffaw in AZ, only four months after switching to WordPress! Of course, I have had an increase in spammers, but, I guess that’s the cost of doing business.
Regardless – Thank You! - Guffaw