My dad died 5 months after Billy was born, so I didn’t have his shoulder to cry on or put my problems on. My mom was there though and thank God she was. She was so much help over the next 23 years. One of the mistakes I continually made was hunting for women to help me with Jamie and Billy. I should have hunted or waited for a woman that fit me, then see if she could fit all three of us. Eventually the boys grew up and flew the coup. I ended up with countless girlfriends and three total wives partly because I really played up the fact that I was an unwed father with two kids. That worked well as a pick up line back then.
I went to see my Urologist today and with a smile he said, “looking at your records and I see your still sick.” I asked, “have you been talking to my friends again?” We both laughed about that for a second or two. Then he gave me a Low Oxalate Diet, so at this point I’m afraid to look at it. If I don’t want to get another kidney stone I guess I should see what I can and can not eat. A month ago I told him, “I’m falling apart Doc.” He said, “yes the warranty has run out.” I laughed so hard I almost peed myself. I guess I was in the right place. Beautiful day out, might go take a walk. Yea right. 🙂
My main goal is to write a novel about time travel, but before that I will start on my Reflective Statement for my Creative Writing class at CSM. The class ends in three weeks.
Jamie is my oldest son and he’s 41. Billy is 39 and he turns 40 on May the 3rd. Their mom left all three of us, when they were two and four. I turned toward drink and drug shortly before she left and that might be part of the reason. Who can say what was on her mind. It really affected Jamie and Billy though and my drinking and drugging probably didn’t help matters. I was a kid raising kids. I had no idea what I was doing or what to do.
This morning I realized I scheduled my Urologist and Dermatologist at 1:00 tomorrow and my Pulmonologist at 1:15. It took me two hours to fix that little boo-boo. Then I left for my 11:00 appointment this morning and halfway there I noticed I forgot my cell phone. Immediately I was freaking out. I didn’t know if I should go back home and get it or save my gas. Well the gas won out, because I have no money. Later I thought, twelve years ago I wouldn’t have known the difference anyway.
First blog (true story)
As the title says, this is my very first blog or post, what ever it is, on my new website. I’m a disabled carpenter with COPD, that’s my main disability. I’ve been in the carpentry field over 41 years and I feel I’m done with that field and ready to move on. The direction I’m heading into is writing, so at the age of 60 I’m stepping out there. I have two fantastic sons, two grand sons and one grand daughter. More to come on all these characters later.
I have returned to school for fun, which I think is pretty cool. College of Southern Maryland (CSM) has accepted me as a returning student. I hope to learn how to write The Great American Novel. I am lucky enough to be published my first time out. CSM has a literary magazine called, Connections, and it is published twice a year. My first short story will be published on May 1, 2015. It’s called Family Doctor and I am so tickled! I know pride goeth before a fall, so I know to check myself. I hope I’m not a one hit wonder. I have a lot to learn, so please leave comments of constructive criticism.
When I get the link to Family Doctor I will post it.