AAHHHHHH SHIT!

Give me a break!!!

As some of you know, Judy and I are going to move into the basement of my step-son’s new house (new to him.)  It already has three carpeted bedrooms and two tiled baths and the whole length of the house for a kitchen and living room.  We just have to build the kitchen; hang the cabinets, adjust the plumbing and stuff.  We (Judy mostly) have already run the electrical wiring, studded for the walls and put up the walls.  We only have to paint the walls and decide what we want to do with the concrete floor (carpet, linoleum, paint, etc.) and hang the ceiling.  There is also a desire to pour a concrete patio outside our door and add an awning.

All this cost money – lots of money – even though we are doing the work ourselves.  But we were doing okay.  We had been setting some aside all year in anticipation of fixing up whatever place we chose to purchase.  The budget was gonna be tight but we could manage it.

Until last night!

I had gone to a pole workers training class in anticipation of working the upcoming elections in November (local stuff).  I have been given a precinct to run and had to work with and train my team.  All was good.

After the training was over, I went to the car and cranked her up.  She jerked and died.  I cranked her again and drove off.  However, when I came to a stop sign or traffic light, she idled rough.  I could feel the vibrating through the steering wheel.  If it had been a car from the past, one that I could work on without a computer, I would have thought it had jumped a cog in the timing gear.  Not unheard of, but not normal, either.  But with the new plastic belts (a piece of shit really) I didn't think that was the problem.  I would wait and see what might happen.

This morning though, Judy said the Check Engine light was on and it was running rough.  So she took the truck to work and I took the car to the dealer.  Yep!  Just as I feared.  It jumped a cog (or what ever the plastic piece of shit belt does) in the timing gear.  Great! Just fucking great! 

I am now looking at $1,200 going out the door.  That will cut the budget in half.  That will put a kink in the plans.  That will give me an ulcer. That could turn me into a mass murderer.  That could make me say bad things about your momma.  That could upset me greatly.

Holy Timing Belt, Bat Man.  Will there ever be a time when we plan an activity that something that cost even more comes up?  Just to compete a project with no glitches and on time…is that too much to ask?

Give me a break!!!!

Idle Thoughts Of A Retiree's Wandering Mind:

I planted some bird seed. A bird came up.  Now I don't know what to feed it
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I had amnesia once---or twice
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I went to San Francisco. I found someone's heart. Now what?
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Protons have mass? I didn't even know they were Catholic.
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All I ask is a chance to prove that money can't make me happy
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If the world were a logical place, men would be the ones who ride horses sidesaddle.
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What is a "free" gift? Aren't all gifts free?
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They told me I was gullible and I believed them.
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Teach a child to be polite and courteous in the home and, when he grows up, he'll never be able to merge his car onto the freeway.
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Experience is the thing you have left when everything else is gone.
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One nice thing about egotists: they don't talk about other people.
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My weight is perfect for my height--which varies.
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I used to be indecisive. Now I'm not sure.

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How can there be self-help "groups"?
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If swimming is so good for your figure, how do you explain whales?
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Show me a man with both feet firmly on the ground, and I'll show you a man who can't get his pants off
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Is it me...or do buffalo wings taste like chicken?
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A college education doesn't make you any smarter,

it just gives you a bigger vocabulary to express your inadequacies. 

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Grandpa's Wisdom...

Whether a man winds up with a nest egg, or a goose egg, depends a lot on the kind of chick he marries.

Trouble in marriage often starts when a man gets so busy earning his salt that he forgets his sugar.

Too many couples marry for better, or for worse, but not for good.

When a man marries a woman, they become one; but the trouble starts when they try to decide which one.

If a man has enough horse sense to treat his wife like a thoroughbred, she will never turn into an old nag.

On anniversaries, the wise husband always forgets the past, but never the present.

The bonds of matrimony are a good investment only when the interest is kept up.

Many girls like to marry a military man - he can cook, sew, make beds and is in good health, plus he's already used to taking orders.

Eventually you will reach a point when you stop lying about your age and start bragging about it.

The older we get, the fewer things seem worth waiting in line for.

Some people try to turn back their odometers. Not me, I want people to know "why" I look this way. I've traveled a long way and some of the roads weren't paved.

How old would you be if you didn't know how old you are?

I don't know how I got over the hill without getting to the top.

One of the many things no one tells you about aging is that it is such a nice change from being young.

Ah, being young is beautiful, but being old is comfortable.

Old age is when former classmates are so grey and wrinkled and bald, they don't recognize you.

If you don't learn to laugh at trouble, you won't have anything to laugh at when you are old.

Inbread Cat

My Week In Waterloo

In case you haven’t noticed (or read my last post), I’ve been gone for a few days.   Judy and I were in Waterloo, IA, for my ship’s reunion.  Now don’t be a putts like I was and make jokes about Waterloo being the vacation capital of the continental U.S.  The place was great.  The people are the friendliest and most helpful group of citizens I have ever met.  We were interviewed by the newspapers and will be holding an on-air interview tomorrow with an area radio station.  Some of you may know that Waterloo was the home of the five Sullivan brothers killed during WWII when their ship, USS Juno, was sunk.  So they considered us ‘like-minded’ family.

   (Bob and Mrs Bob - My Pals From The North)

Judy and I went in a day early so that we could meet up with my pal, Bob and his awesome wife, Mrs. Bob.  We had dinner and went back to the hotel lounge for a beer or fifteen.  Not really…not with them anyway.  They are responsible citizens who had to work the next day.  However, after they left, I had the rest, or as close to the 15 as I could get with the time remaining with the crew.  In fact, my shipmates and I closed down the bar every night.  And every night there after.

(Above, Reporter Jeff, Yours Truly - Tom Sellick, Tom Anthony (one of the 10 survivors off the front half), Nick Nichols, a  Korean War vet and the founder of the association, Ron Baker - retired Radioman Chief Petty Officer from the Australian Navy who was on board the HMAS Melbourne that fateful night and one of the heroes who helped our guys, Jack Whimsett, the last man off the front half that night, Steve Kraus, a survivor off the front who was on top of the bride as a signalman, and Pete Peters, a survivor from the forward engine room who had to fight rapidly rising water and steam burns to get to the main deck.)

On Wednesday we had our board meeting and the afternoon was spent with some of the survivors answering questions from Jeff who published an article about our association.  It was kinda rough on a couple of them.  But after a few jokes and a couple of beers they were alright…for now.  PTSD is an ugly animal.

Also on Wednesday I stayed in the lobby to ‘meet and greet’ other members as they signed in.  And met said members in the bar for dinner and some more beer later on.  And laughter!  Much laughter!  And war stories!  Many war stories!   And lies! I think there was one or two of them told, too.  I don’t know for sure, but I have a feeling…

 

I did meet Judy, who was on a tour, for lunch at a restaurant that is painted, floor to ceiling back to floor like the Sistine Chapel.  And it was painted with spray cans.  The owner’s son was the artist.  The family is refugees of Bosnia during the war and are working on becoming citizens.  The food was great, too.

The whole restaurant is like this and all done by one man and several hundred cans of spray paint.

Then on Thursday we laid a memorial stone in the park alongside the Cedar River.  The stone is one of many the association is placing throughout the country in honor of the Lost 74.  Though none of the 74 was from Iowa, some of the crew was.  So this is a memorial to all that served aboard the USS Frank E. Evans DD754.

See the black cloth on the bottom right side of Statue of Liberty?  That is where the stone will be placed.  But I had to wonder if the trash can under the statue is a statement of where the country is headed lately.

This is a temporary plaque because the manufacture had some problems.  The real one will arrive in a couple of weeks and will be back marble with the pictures of the ship and the logos.

That is the memorial, across the walkway from the stone, paced for the Desert Storm Vets.  

On Friday night we were entertained by a great group of ladies performing acapella songs.   

As part of the program, they had some of the guys come up and pose for the calendar.  I DID NOT volunteer.  I was volunteered…

They sang Neil Sadaks's Calender Girl and we were the months.

I was Miss August (it doesn’t show it, but I was the only one who pulled his pant legs up to make it more realistic.)

 

But half way through the song, my poster was falling and I had to hold it up using the only handles available.  You expected less???

 

During the introduction of the board during one of the meetings, I introuced myself (because everyone knows me) as Tom Selleck from Hollywood.  Most believed me...

Down the street from the hotel is the Sullivan Brothers Museum.  This is my pal, Quatermaster Chuck, in front of the statue of the guys.

We also had a one woman performance by Hanna Ackerman who put on her show she wrote about Alleta Sullivan, the mother of the Sullivan's.  She portrayed the incident through the thoughts and emotions of the Alleta.  She is 16 years old and has performed the play over 30 times.  She is as sweet and vibrant as she was as she lovingly portrayed the mother.

See the pea-coat and hat on back of the chair?  She ended her performance by grabbing the coat and hat and sitting in the chair hugging them in grief.  Hanna was great.

Then on Saturday night we had our formal night and goodbyes till next year.  It's always an emotional time!   Here is Judy and me getting ready for the occasion.  Ain't she cute?

This is Chuck Huber, Harlan Dell and me in front of the banner with of the 74 and behind the model of the ship in the Korean War configuration.  We served together on the 63'-64' WesPac Cruise.  Chuck was a quartermaster (in charge of the maps and charts and navigation), Harlan was a Yeoman, clerical type, and I was a Fuckoff - first class all the way.

The boys of the 60's - some are survivors.

I wish y’all could meet these dudes and their families.  I am so proud they let me be part of their lives.

So, that’s about it.  A long post, I know, but how can I tell you about it without being a little long.  You should hear the long version…

Now I have to take some time to catch up on seven days of postings from y’all, too.  Gonna take some time but I will get it done, though I may not comment as I have a lot of reading to do.  We’ll see!