Random thoughts from the moose cave.

this might be my most productive day since I came back to Kansas.

yard looks awesome. shop is reconfigured so I can paint.

chickens ordered.

Stinky recaptured...

Ima take a shower and fall into bed.

nytol...

I gotta run.

smoky was late getting home so I called him.

got the chaplain at the hospital.

he fell.

back later.


(ooops, didn't hit send...)

his hip is broken, and he ripped most of his ear off. they sowed it back on.

I'm back home to call in the medications he was on.

they are not sure he is strong enough to do surgery...

back when I slow down again.

I hope he's ok...

I will say a prayer for him. Please let us know how he is when you can.

Oh no.

I hope they can fix him up good ... and quickly.

thank you all for your well wishes.

been a long day...

on the phone with his nurses, trying to figure out all the meds he was on and the dosages.

and the granddaughter in Kentucky. I called her on my way to the hospital, and she's called several times since.

and I went over to secure his car. I took all the keys and kept them with me.

it happened over to the crispy kids assisted living apartment. I went in to check on him (the crispy kid) but he was shitfaced drunk (that's gonna be a whole nother problem soon) I cleaned up all the blood, and told him I would be back tomorrow to take him to see his dad if he wants to go. but I'm not taking him if he's been drinking. I don't have the patience, and the old man doesn't need the extra bullshit. we'll see how that works.

but until we talk sober person to sober person, he don't get the keys.

I don't care who gets pissed off. he's not gonna crash the old man's car and cause more grief if I have anything to say about it. and right now I do...

they won't operate until at least Monday, he's getting solid food, and has not seen the orthopedist yet.

his nurses are all cool with me, even knowing I'm not blood related. she's called back twice with questions and has been very forthright with me.

and to think this morning about 5 when I went to bed, I felt in control of my destiny and on top of the world.

life is a wild ride.

hold on tight...

I went and mowed the front yard in the dark. who knows when I would get to it otherwise, and I needed some seat time to just contemplate what is the right thing to do next...

thanks again for your support.

Is this the old man from whom youre renting the farm? Hes in his 80's right?

You must be a really good dude dude. My best for good outcomes, broken hips at old age have many risks..

I don't rent. he let me make the old trailer someplace to live again.

I pay for my electricity and do all the chores...

he's a hella good old dude.

and too ornery to die yet...

my grandfather died from an embolism when he broke his. gram broke hers and recovered fine.

it's broken below the ball on the top of the femur. I'm hopeful as hell that he comes through the operation. he was kinda weak but not unheathy before the fall. he's gained 15 pounds since I came to live here.

he's got a strong spirit...

I don't often comment, rock, but you know I read it all as a friend. Here's hoping for the best.

thanks ed.

the next few days will be the worst, I think...

Good on you, Rocky.
Ya done good!
Sounds pretty stressful, though.

It's not as bad as last June's barbequing, but it's close. and I wish his kid was not backsliding, but maybe this will be his wakeup call.

tomorrow Ima be a real hardass. the granddaughter has my back...

too much drama for me, but...

in for a dime, in for a dollar.

Good luck then.
That family is quite a handful!

mere cupcakes compared to my own...

but a handful nonetheless.

my taters are almost ready. and the kids ate tuna tonight. I didn't have time to hit wally's as I returned. I was racing sundown and lost. (still no taillights, my mechanic has been overwhelmed of late)

I was pulled over just a mile from home by a really nice kid sheriff. he ran my numbers and turned me loose.

I kinda looked like hell, and had an interesting story.

all my numbers matched and he wished me a good day. after he flashed his light around to make sure I didn't have Omsigdave hidden behind the seat...

Ah, a bit of good news!
Thank you, kind sheriff!

my dash is laid out in the passenger seat. it's pretty obvious that I am in the middle of fixing it. and most of the law out this way knows me or of me. between bouncing brawls at the bar, and my various other encounters, I am known to be a non-outlaw kinda character...

but every time I get stopped they are younger.

scary that...

One of the guys in the white hats!
My favourites!

actually, all my hats are black or red...

but I am usually on the right side of things.

and I don't carry a gun.

Excellent.