I’m Still Kickin’

In case you were wondering, I am still alive and…not so well but that’s beside the point. I’m alive and kicking. Still pushing through, being patient, biting my tongue, and waiting. Yes, waiting; waiting for the house to be finished so we can move out of this dump.

Our guy has finished painting the interior of the house. The next step is flooring. I think it might be a long wait for that because our guy is going to have hip replacement surgery soon. I’m pretty sure he’s tired of being in pain and I can relate to that! I would just like for things to be done and DONE.

Our move from satellite internet to fiber optic internet is closer. On Father’s Day (of all days for them to work) the fiber optic guys came out and ran their cables outside to the house. We now wait until the next crew comes to do the inside. It shouldn’t take too long for them to drill a hole to tap into the cable in the box outside and hook up a modem. I hope my wi-fi router is compatible. It’s not very old so maybe I’ll luck out and not have to buy a new one.

It has taken me over an hour to get to this point in this post because Dad fell 3 times! He spilled a whole cup of coffee on the carpet, which is no big deal. The carpet is dirty and worn anyway and we’ll be moving soon (I hope) but I can’t leave a big, brown coffee spill without trying to clean it up. So, now that I have him situated, I’ll try to finish this.

The heat and humidity is draining every ounce of energy I have these days. I hate it. I used to love summers but that was when I lived in California. Missouri has a different kind of heat. It’s awful. I’m sweaty and sticky, uncomfortable every minute of every day. Nights are miserable, too. Who can sleep when it’s still 70+ degrees outside and nearly as warm inside? I use a wet kitchen towel to stay cool, at night and during the day. I sit under fans and sometimes the a/c. I refuse to cook anything or step outside if I don’t have to. I hate to shower because I step out of the shower and I’m sweaty and sticky all over again before I can even dry off! I can’t wait until Old Man Winter knocks on the door. The Fall is still too hot and the spiders are creeping everywhere! I’ll take Wintertime, anytime! I’m hoping to be out of this house before I have to complain about the heat again but we’ll see.

Anyway, I’m still around…sweating my ass off. I hope all is well in your neck of the woods!

Uh Oh, It’s The Po-Po!

Last week was hectic. After losing my Honey Bear to a tumor, BobCat decided to get sick. He had a fever, and the sniffles, snorts, and sneezes. Our vet can’t see him until Wednesday BUT BobCat is feeling much better. He’s eating and drinking, using the litter box, and the sniffles, snorts, and sneezes are down to a minimum. So, my stress level is slowly coming down.

Last week, in the midst of trying to give Honey Bear a few days of feeling better, I made a run to Walmart for a curbside pickup. I was getting mostly canned cat foods with gravy, and pouches of broth and gravy, to entice Honey Bear into eating. On the way, MODOT (Missouri Dept. of Transportation) was working alongside the highway, on the left side. They were spraying weeds and unwanteds on the right of way and on the fence line. There was a State Trooper parked keeping an eye on things. I thought to myself, remember to watch yourself on the way back. Simple enough, right?

Well, I have a disabled placard for parking hanging in my car. I have a bad habit of just leaving it hang from my rearview mirror, which is against MO law. So, I took it down, having a feeling that the patrolman would pull me over, sure as shit. Thinking ahead, you know?

On the way back, I saw the patrolman first and I slowed down. MODOT was just ahead of him, still spraying. I didn’t want to get in the way of the sprayers so I moved over to the left, which took me over the center line just a little. Next thing I knew, the patrolman’s lights were on and coming up behind me. I thought, surely he’s not coming for me. I pulled over to let him pass…and he pulled over right behind me. Shit Fuck Shit, I said out loud to myself. What the hell did I do?

The patrolman was pleasant and asked for my license and proof of insurance. I handed those items to him and I asked, “Did I do something wrong?” He replied, “You’re not aware of what you did?” I said, “No, sir.” He told me that I went over the center line of the highway and asked why I did that. I said, “Because I didn’t want to get in the way of MODOT.” He very nicely informed me that MO law requires that a vehicle slow or stop when there are oncoming vehicles before moving over the centerline. In doing what I did, I caused oncoming traffic to have to move onto the shoulder. I’m thinking to myself that it wasn’t my fault the oncoming traffic moved over. They were far enough ahead that they didn’t have to do that. I didn’t say that, because I’m not going to argue with a patrolman! I told him, “I should have known better. When people are testing for a driver’s license, anytime you cause another driver to do something he wasn’t going to do in the first place, they flunk you automatically.” He nodded in agreement, and said, “Hang tight, I’ll be right back.” He walked back to his patrol car and after several minutes passed I thought, “Shit. He’s writing me a ticket.” I wanted to make fun of his Dudley Do-Right hat and his sissy boots but I didn’t want to get shot. Haha!

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He came back to the car, handed my license and proof of insurance back to me, and explained to me that MODOT had reported that people were doing exactly what I had done and were afraid there would be an accident. They asked that the highway patrol send someone to keep an eye out. He was very nice about the whole thing. He sent me on my way with a warning. Boy, was I relieved! I thanked him and told him it wouldn’t happen again.

I think it helped that I have never had a ticket in my entire life, not even a parking ticket! I had only been pulled over twice prior to this, once in California and once 30 years ago here in Missouri. Having proper insurance and driving a car with updated plates with no red flags helped as well. That’s probably why it took him so long! He was running my license, insurance, plates, the whole nine yards.

I drove away wiping the sweat off my brow. Thankfully, I have a funny story to tell about how I fucked up instead of a ticket to have to pay. I’d never hear the end of that!