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- old-guy64
How many of you have a "little voice" that nags at you to do stuff?
I have been "pulled up short" by my mother's voice on numerous occasions and ended up doing a "good deed for the day".
To start with, the last 7 days of my existence has been of the nature that I was beginning to believe that whereever I was standing, the "angels" were pissing or taking a dump.
Last Friday: My wife has rented a large box truck to take some of our extraneous stuff to storage.
So, my sons and I have a long morning of loading and balancing the load. Off to the storage unit we go.
The turn in is an oblique, and as I make it I hear some weird noise. Checking the right rear-view there is now a Dodge ram that has been relieved of half of it's front bumper, by me. Crap!!
The dude was cool about it. But I still got a $91 dollar ticket (non-moving violation).
Saturday: I have to enlist the aid of my sons to move the remaining furniture in the living room toward the center of the room because the painters are coming to paint the LR, and both the up and downstairs hallways.
Sunday: I have to enlist the help of sons to move the furniture out of my bedroom and the "smaller" stuff to the center of the room so I can paint it, with the aid of my 13 year-old. (After 4 years in the Navy, you wouldn't begin to believe how much I abhor painting).
Monday and Tuesday: We get slammed at work, and I'm already doing the Nurse, secretary, and CNA role. I was an hour late getting out both days.
Yesterday: The prison was a madhouse. It's usually calm and quiet, but it's like the good weather has brought out all the sick, and sanity challenged inmates. And all of them are hanging out in my infirmary.
Today: Mandatory Competencies at the hospital. So on my day off I have to drive 35 miles to do inservices. And since I'm there, I need some blood work done so I'm off to the lab to encounter the needle.
So, here's where the good stuff starts to happen. Sam, one of the lab stalwarts offers to bring me in some Kona coffee 👍 I love Kona coffee!
The girl that draws my blood, is also a friend, and happens to be real cute. On top of that she barely hurts me with the needle. 👍
Almost home I pass a Dodge minivan in the breakdown lane, and as I'm driving by, my mother's voice "pulls me up short" and I end up turning around.
This Mini-van has a badly blown out tire, which I offer to change.
Turns out she is on her way to Fort Leavenworth, from Peculiar, MO. (About 90 minutes away) She has her elderly mother, who is oxygen dependent with her. They are on their way to pick up meds at the fort. She had called someone to come help, but they would have had to wait for about 2 hrs...
So the car is back on the ground. I have directed her to the nearest Wal-Mart to get a new tire, and have her cars fluids checked (caught a whiff of "overworked" antifreeze).
She argues, and I finally allow her to stuff some money in my now dirty paw. Turns out it's $20.👍 And I feel a bit heroic.
Somebody please tell me that this good deed will lift the "cloud" that has been dogging me for the last week.
Also, does anyone else get "directed" by their "little voice"?
I have been "pulled up short" by my mother's voice on numerous occasions and ended up doing a "good deed for the day".
To start with, the last 7 days of my existence has been of the nature that I was beginning to believe that whereever I was standing, the "angels" were pissing or taking a dump.
Last Friday: My wife has rented a large box truck to take some of our extraneous stuff to storage.
So, my sons and I have a long morning of loading and balancing the load. Off to the storage unit we go.
The turn in is an oblique, and as I make it I hear some weird noise. Checking the right rear-view there is now a Dodge ram that has been relieved of half of it's front bumper, by me. Crap!!
The dude was cool about it. But I still got a $91 dollar ticket (non-moving violation).
Saturday: I have to enlist the aid of my sons to move the remaining furniture in the living room toward the center of the room because the painters are coming to paint the LR, and both the up and downstairs hallways.
Sunday: I have to enlist the help of sons to move the furniture out of my bedroom and the "smaller" stuff to the center of the room so I can paint it, with the aid of my 13 year-old. (After 4 years in the Navy, you wouldn't begin to believe how much I abhor painting).
Monday and Tuesday: We get slammed at work, and I'm already doing the Nurse, secretary, and CNA role. I was an hour late getting out both days.
Yesterday: The prison was a madhouse. It's usually calm and quiet, but it's like the good weather has brought out all the sick, and sanity challenged inmates. And all of them are hanging out in my infirmary.
Today: Mandatory Competencies at the hospital. So on my day off I have to drive 35 miles to do inservices. And since I'm there, I need some blood work done so I'm off to the lab to encounter the needle.
So, here's where the good stuff starts to happen. Sam, one of the lab stalwarts offers to bring me in some Kona coffee 👍 I love Kona coffee!
The girl that draws my blood, is also a friend, and happens to be real cute. On top of that she barely hurts me with the needle. 👍
Almost home I pass a Dodge minivan in the breakdown lane, and as I'm driving by, my mother's voice "pulls me up short" and I end up turning around.
This Mini-van has a badly blown out tire, which I offer to change.
Turns out she is on her way to Fort Leavenworth, from Peculiar, MO. (About 90 minutes away) She has her elderly mother, who is oxygen dependent with her. They are on their way to pick up meds at the fort. She had called someone to come help, but they would have had to wait for about 2 hrs...
So the car is back on the ground. I have directed her to the nearest Wal-Mart to get a new tire, and have her cars fluids checked (caught a whiff of "overworked" antifreeze).
She argues, and I finally allow her to stuff some money in my now dirty paw. Turns out it's $20.👍 And I feel a bit heroic.
Somebody please tell me that this good deed will lift the "cloud" that has been dogging me for the last week.
Also, does anyone else get "directed" by their "little voice"?