This last week was remarkable and not necessarily in a good way either. My step daughter got married a second time to a second husband in a small church inside a small town just outside Spokane. My wife and I went, taking our dog Zeus and getting a motel that my stepson raved about. It was a horrendous, stinky, carpet-stained room with cigarette burns on the bathroom sink and carpet.
Author Archives: Jerry Schellhammer
Smelling Like A Rose
I was never this lucky, I reminded myself when I saw the special news alert concerning Bill Cosby’s conviction. It’s most likely why I never even tried because I knew the consequences of ignoring when she said “No.”
Spam?
I’m doing promotions and advertising via Facebook on my last bit of good news that I shared using the page devoted to “A Man’s Passion.”
Well, I got results from various people and four interesting comments which all four implied or downright accused my post of being spam.
Father’s Day
It came to me then as now that what he really wanted from me was company; someone to hang around with and talk about things when not in the company of my mom and his wife.
Missing A Connection
While I was in the process of doing that I received a call from the local Social Security office. Did I mention the day was socked in with rain, clouds, and wind? It was and apparently that had something to do with the Social Security agent trying to communicate with me.
Gone Fishing
After we were ready Dave began trolling, keeping the boat’s speed down by idling the outboard engine and moving gently over the pond’s surface. I also teased the fish by bobbing the rod up and down slightly, jigging for a bite.
On the Job Hunt
I’ve been looking for part time writing/blogging jobs that will help pay the bills and keep a sense of sanity here where I’m sharing living arrangements with my mother in-law, Tom and my wife. I found a couple sites that I’ve been using that hold promise, though I’m sure I will soon discover how good they actually are.
More About Gooding, Idaho
As I have mentioned in numerous previous blogs to you my loyal readers, the stepson is a lazy young man living month to month on social security disability, though the money he receives lasts maybe a couple of days because he spends that siphon like it’s nothing and is broke the rest of the month.
Gooding, Idaho
The day is cold. We drove most of twelve hours the day before in a foul cold, windy and rainy day and today felt raw and cold on our skin. I wore my jacket and shivered indoors. I looked north and west seeing the horizon of overcast clouds moving quickly with the wind pass the foothill and mountains like a run-away train.
My New Beginning
I just awoke in a newer house in Gooding a small farming committee in Southern Idaho. This is my new home. Spokane is a distant memory now.
We will return but less and less frequently. The move itself was arduous, frustrating and long. I wanted to leave early. Well, earlier than when everyone else were willing or ready. The moving van still wasn’t loaded by yesterday morning when my wife and woke up in a cheap motel room.
