Welcome to the neighborhood, fellow motorhead. I'm about 30 miles N of the border, 2 hrs from you.
Sorry to hear about your trials, but but you are an overcomer,obviously, and blessed with at least 7 children that I counted.
I'll take the cold anyday over; blistering heat,tornadoes, hurricanes,earthquakes, poisonous creatures, oppressive governments,aliens of any kind,and concrete jungles.
We have about IDK maybe 100 residences in our hick-town, and everybody knows me; I'm the guy who picks up their recycleables and garbage,once a week. And twice a week many of them come and visit my at the waste-transfer-station, and some of them have Bible-study with me there. I know all their faces and most of their names and their children too. I've got nothing of value to steal, and I rather they take what little I do have,than replace broken windows and doors.So most of the time, the doors are unlocked (4 of them) . I live on an unfenced,corner-lot, right in the center of town, in a somewhat dominating old wood-frame house. Been here for 33 years, and never noticed a thing go missing.I leave stuff out on purpose hoping it will grow legs. Sometimes under-privileged kids knock on my door asking for parkas or footwear, or a ride to visit their stepdad, or gas-money; but nothing walks away.
Try and believe this; some years ago I bought my wife a $600 bicycle; what a sweet rider that beauty is.I locked it up for a while when it had sparkly new paint on it, but my wife can't ride it anymore, and so it just sits there needing a new home....unlocked now.... with no takers.
Hyup, there ain't no better place to live, so I'm fixing up the old house now. I guess I'll die here.
Fred if you ever come up this way, I usually have cold pop in the fridge, and some cheap Walmart steaks in the freezer, that I'd encourage you to BBQ up for us,whilst I cut up and bake us some potato wedges; Mmmmmm I love me some steak and potatoes. You won't engage me in politics tho,cuz I unplugged the tv nearly two years ago. But I'll talk Bible with you if you've a mind to. Don't worry if it gets a lil late, I got a spare bedroom, or two,lol, now that the kids are all growd up and flewed the coop.
Two years ago I got my wife a Dawg. I real mellow dawg. This dawg, he's so mellow he makes grass look exciting. My wife,she missed the kids,and so I let her talk me into getting her a Dawg, so now she gots a dawg. But this dawg, he needs walking twice a day. I thought that would be good exercise for her.........The wife I mean. I shoulda made her sign a contract,or something, cuz it seems I do most of the walkin'; and I doneedno steenkin' exercise. But that dawg, he's a smart dawg, and he learned to run alongside the truck, sometimes five long miles. And when he gets home, he drink about a quart of water. And you know what? then he need to go for a walk agin, and I'm busy now, so Honey; it's your turn. That couch can keep it's ownself down.
That dawg, he cost me more money than a baby in store-bought diaprs. He shore is friendly tho. And I only heard him bark 9 barks in two years, once for each of the commands he learned. But He's a good dawg, and one day I said to God; if there be room in heaven for dawgs, I wouldn't mind if you take this one,when his time comes. Then I baptized the SOB.
