Another week has gone by and it’s been pretty much the same. Although, there were some “highlights” that I could make mention of.
In the weeks since Milo has passed, a lot of old memories have come back to the surface of my mind. Because she meant so much to me, I’ll do my best to document them in a post. I was going to do them before the weekly blog post, but I have a huge tendency to procrastinate. Chances are, I’ll update this post and link back to it later on… I hope.
Facebook pissed me off this week. How? Here’s how.
My cousin made a post about how black people should really take the initiative and get some therapy (to which I agree with). I believe mental therapy is as vitally important as physical, emotional, and even spiritual therapy. So he made a post about the need to do this on Facebook, and I wittingly chimed in and said something to the phrase, “Black people be crazy… too.” Just a funny play-on word phrase that I’ve heard growing up. AND, being black, myself (I know, shocker… right?), I felt I’d throw that in, along with my own personal story of how therapy has helped me in the time I’ve gone.
Well, Facebook wasn’t having it. They removed the comment and said that it violated their terms of service. I contested their judgment, and they denied the appeal.
Much like the other post about Milo, I am in the process of writing more about this topic. But the rest of this particular one will more than likely be on my political blog. Again, I’ll reference back to it here, later on.
Foot Therapy News
On to other news, my feet are about 99% healed. The left one is technically done, but the right one has a teeny weeny spot left to seal up. I’d show pictures, but I don’t know if I wanna gross anyone out. Debating whether to post pictures on my blog or not. Let me know in the comments (or private message me) what you think.
Second Car… (Part One)
Oh! a while back, my wife and I were able to get a second car. The van that we have is still workable, but it’s getting up there in mileage. So we wanted to get ahead of any foreseeable issues and get a second car. We’ve been wanting to have two cars since we’ve first been married, but just haven’t had the finances to do so. Well now, we got it… sort of.
Yes. We “do” have a second car, but here’s the kicker. Virtually ever since we’ve had this car, someone in the family has had some sort of outstanding car issue that has come up. First, it was my brother-in-law, whose vehicle had some weird mechanical issue that was an ordeal for the mechanic to fix. That, and the part he finally needed was out of stock… everywhere! not just locally or statewide – this part was nowhere to be found in the whole United States. Fortunately, his car got fixed and he was able to pick it up, of all days, on his birthday. His car was in the shop for three months, and he finally got it back on his birthday. Some present, right?
Second Car… (Part Two)
So continuing on with the “second car” saga. We got our car back, but then my sister-in-law and her husband started to have car issues with not one, but two vehicles. They have three vehicles total, but they also have five kids. So she needs to be able to get them to and from various activities, and her husband needs to get to and from work. So we lent them our van.
Not even 24 hours later, the husband brought the van back and said one of the cars was fixed. Well, that turned out to be a misfortune, as he drove his car back and it died… again. So at 11 pm, we went out to get him and jump that car off to bring it back to our place – where he’d eventually get it over to a shop (both broken down vehicles), and have the shop work on them both. We’ll see where that story goes.
Blogging/Journaling: My Purpose
As for me, I’m doing my best to populate this blog with stories from my past. Because like I previously touched on, no one will know of these events if I don’t tell them. Writing about my life has not been and is not the easiest thing to do. But I feel it will be essential as I get older to recall as much as I can. Maybe I feel prompted to do this by the Spirit, maybe not. Whatever the case is, I feel that telling my story is going to matter at some point somewhere, somehow, and some way.
I really wished I had listened to those who have said to me earlier in life that journaling would be an important part of my life. Well, the past is the past, and all I have is here and now. So bear with me as you listen to an old man revisit his life – the past and the present, and maybe some foreseeable points of the future.
Until next time, thanks for reading.