Write Every Day

 I began blogging in 2003 - Good Lord 20 years ago. I let go some years ago while in Memphis. Moved home to Kentucky and my computer was in storage. So I wrote sporadically  and never really  restarted  back up. Why I feel compelled to do it now is a question that has no answer. I just do. Yesterday while watching 60 minutes, Charles Barkley (who is 10 years younger than me) said he feels he is on the back 9 of his life. At my age I feel I am looking at the 19th hole.

I'm not certain what I want to write about. Well, me. Something that will live on long after I am gone. On this small insignificant blog I can dance like no one is watching. The words you throw into the internet stew live forever -  or until the Earth is gone.

So, my life now kind of sucks. The MOTH is at Headbangers and I would love to go but I am hesitant to take J. If he does not like it, he will get up and walk out ensuring that I MUST do the same. I would like to go to the Louisville Bell for a dinner cruise, the Derby Dinner Play House for a play, the base ball AAA team for a game. But I am so hesitant because J is a handful. He is now on the verge of being incontinent and I have to put depends on him and change his pants every other day and that is immediately becoming every day. Going out makes me very anxious. He has to pee all the time so finding a bathroom becomes a huge problem.

This is my life and I have experienced it before with my Dad and my Mom, but we had a village. I will need a village in the near future and there is none available. Just me, my step son, my reluctant daughter.

She and J never got along. I don't think either one tried very hard. J is a hard person. J is a very generous person. B said yesterday he always was agreeable to allow her to come home and live with us but once she was here, he treated her like shit. 

Just a beginning.

Gotta go get J  in the tub. He stinks like urine.