The Truth Comes Out

I don't know about you guys, but I'm about fed up with all this nonsense and the lies being spread like wildfire, not to mention the burning and looting.  I had decided I would keep my nose out of controversy and just talk about the mundane side of life, until this came out.

There are just no limits to the things people will do, possibly even causing the death of thousands who might have been cured had they taken the medicine.  I'm shocked that a part of this country would stoop this low, just to defame the President.

There's more to the article, but enough said.  

So .... on with the boring and mundane things in my life.  With the Elks Lodge not up and running yet, the only exception being a dinner once a month, I'm officially going crazy staying home seven days a week.  

The appointment I made to get my truck's air conditioning repaired was cancelled.  They cannot fix it while I wait, so I need a ride.  No one was available to play taxi, so I rescheduled for Wednesday.

One tiny problem raised it's head.  I've pretty much been seeing words on the written page in a broken stereoscope.  Double the letters would describe it ... which makes it hard to read.  I need new glasses, but can't get an appointment until September when I'll be gone. 

I called the Doc who did my surgery and installed the experimental eyes nine years ago.  Lucky me, he can see me Wednesday.  Does that day sound familiar?  Yup ... same day as my truck.  At the moment, eyes are more important than air conditioning.  You do have to make choices in life.

Just to pass the time, I headed out back to my junk pile, deciding at long last to load up all those old pallets.  They've been out there so long they are now rotten to the core.  These were the base of my haystack, usually around 90 bales.  I have to say I don't miss crawling up on top to throw down a couple of bales here and there to feed the horses.  Nor do I miss paying $20 a bale to feed one horse three days.  No one said horses were cheap.

This morning I'll make a quick trip to the dump and dispose of this mess, including those 29 black widow spiders that live in the cracks.  Gloves are a must.  Add to that the broken microwave oven.

Silly me, I completely forgot about my so-so back, which quickly reminded me this morning that I'm older than dirt.  The truth comes out ... I think I'm getting close to the "old folks home"!!