Week of Chaos!

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 noun – cha·os \ˈkā-ˌäs\

Merriam-Webster Definition (3.a) a state of utter confusion

Yep that about sums up last week around my place, utter confusion.

I’m a firm believer in communication. If we communicate at work, home, and at play we will have order. Order brings about peace and harmony. Chaos brings about,,,well to put it bluntly, pure hell and confusion.

Time Stamp Monday August 15, 2017.

As most of you know Joe don’t get up till around eleven, if then. Especially on a Monday after a weekend of parting and hanging out at the bars people watching. Hey that’s what writers do when we ain’t writing.

I’m jarred awake by an angelic voice, with a sense of panic in it, of the Queen calling my name. I focus looking at the clock its only nine thirty.

“They are coming to clean the carpets today since we have guest coming Tuesday night and Wednesday. When I made the appointment they said they would be here after eleven. Joe get up they called a few minutes ago and informed me they would be here within the hour.”

I stumbled to my feet, got dressed and began moving the small stuff from the carpeted floor placing it on the beds, couch and rooms that had hardwood floors. As I’m doing this I had to find out if we were paying for an emergency or rush cleaning.

The answer explained the chaos and why everyone was running around the house like their hair was on fire.

The rushing around could have been avoided with a little communication. The appointment was made on Monday August the eighth, the week prior. I guess when you are the Queen you can keep stuff like that to yourself.

While they are cleaning the upstairs carpet The Queen and I are downstairs, vacuuming, dusting, and straightening up. I heard a gasp and turned. The Queen was pointing to the bathroom door. “We haven’t had the pump fixed yet and don’t have time before company arrives, put a note on the door Joe.”

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Time Stamp Tuesday August 16, 2017.

“Joe wake up, its hotter than hell in here.” I rub my eyes before looking at the clock, its only six thirty, in the morning. Who gets up at six thirty in the morning. I decided maybe a little humor would keep me in the bed. “Sure its hot in here, we are both naked and there is a bed close by!”

Not a word passed over the Queens succulent lips. I tried another approach. “It’s where the carpet people had the front door open yesterday. Now come on back to bed.”

Still nothing, The tapping of her foot on the clean carpet reached my ears.

Swinging freely I brushed by her on my way to the to the thermostat putting on my glasses. She was right somehow the house had reached 82 degrees over night.

“What are we going to do, remember we got company coming?”

[Bloggers note: The company she keeps referring to and speaking of is my brother. Heck he was in the Army. The man can sleep anywhere under any conditions including standing up. He’s coming to see us not to see if the carpets have been cleaned and I’m sure he’s ok with taking a leak outside. Plus the downstairs has it’s on AC unit, that’s where we always hang anyway.]

Still taping her foot she tossed me my pants. After an inspection, I had isolated the problem. The outside unit wasn’t running at all and was hot to the touch. I called the people who will put a smile on your face, they arrived around eleven and the chaos began.


After an internal inspection, which I had already completed, he determined we needed to go check the outside unit.

Once there he removed his fancy electric screwdriver and unscrewed the small cover to check pressure’s and wiring. As soon as the cover was off it went flying one way, the screwdriver and screws another and the technician yet another as wasp come from the unit with vengeance.

He is running while flailing his arms. I stay still and watch the show. He takes off around the house screeching. “I got stung I’m allergic to bee stings.”

This commotion brings out the Queen who also happens to be a registered nurse. She wants to know if he has an Epi-Pen. He shakes his head and points at the one sting on his arm. “It’s swelling he yells!”

“Can you breath, does your throat feel like it closing off.” She inquires.  I’m thinking, hell dude that’s what happens when you get stung it swells. Wasp are known to build nest in outdoor equipment, grills, and other stuff that is out-of-the-way.  You should consider being stung a job hazard.

Once she determined he was going to be alright she and I sprayed the nest, removed it and waited. The technician had disappeared. When he showed back up he had wasp spray. A little to late for that.

After about an hour he informed us he was getting a headache and he had called the shop and another tech was coming out, but he would stay till he arrived.

Six hours later the AC was back up and running and trying its darnest to cool the house down from a balmy 94 degrees.

[Bloggers note: Wednesday was intentionally left blank. Brother had arrived the night before and Wednesday we watched  John Wick 1 and 2. We had blast. Why because the day was planned and we knew what to expect.]

Time Stamp Thursday August 18, 2017.

Thursday was clicking alone fine until we learned that our solar eclipse viewing glasses had been recalled, no need to sweat here right, we got time to buy more before the eclipse.


WRONG – Come to find out almost all them were being recalled, yes sir they were flying off the shelves every where, they were not being purchased but repacked to be returned to the manufactures.

That afternoon the landscape man shows up to get the yard looking all nice and neat before the neighbors started their complaining about how high the grass was.

Once the yard looked like a golf course the Queen heads outside to pay him. He informs her he needs to talk to me. I leave the comfort of my air condition spaced to see what he needs.

AC Wiring

Yep the AC guys either didn’t re-tuck the thermostat wires or the guy who is afraid of wasp snatched them lose from the interior housing and the second crew figured hey its running, been here long enough, what could possible go wrong. They could be cut into by a weed eater, that’s what can go wrong.

The Queen informs me, like I don’t know, that I have a heart condition and to stay away from the wiring as I could get shocked. I agreed and headed back in telling everyone not to worry I would call the people who make you happy back, to come fix it.

As they headed around the house I darted in the garage. With two wire nuts, wire strippers and electrical tape in hand I solved the problem before the house became like walking through hell again.

Time Stamp Friday August 19, 2017

Well Friday had rolled around I was happy to see it. Had some errands to run but other than that I was free to maybe write, work on a website design, or something of that nature.  I turn on the satellite radio to fill my ears with the sweet sounds of the blues.

No Blues, only a message on the screen. Damaged or unplugged antenna – check connection.

Sat Radio

Not only did the weed eater cut through the thermostat wiring, it cut through the antenna cable. I tried splicing it back together but to avail, evidently this type of antenna cable can’t be spliced. Got to replace the antenna.

Yep you guessed it, had to be ordered won’t be here till Monday or Tuesday.






Has S.A.D. Driven Joe to the Fiery Pit?


For those of you that look at profile pictures you noticed I changed mine on Facebook to the one above around the last of February or the first of March. This photograph describes my feelings to a tee.

I hate four things with a passion, and the first quarter of every year, all four of these events align casting a dark shadow and overwhelming me with their mystical force. The way I combat this phenomenon is to withdraw from all social activities. I know my limitations, temper, and how hard it is to control my mouth. For that reason I avoid all social contact which includes social media, going out to eat, or anything else where I’m around people in general. Toward the middle of April is when I began to venture out , any time before then it literally makes me angry to leave the house or interact with people.

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I’ll be the first person to tell you that I have issues, both mentally and physically. I take measures to keep both in check but the first quarter of every year, overwhelms me to the point of total frustration which eventually leads to the above mentioned anger. That’s the reason for the withdrawal.  I have been diagnosed with S.A.D. (Seasonal Affective Disorder) but there is more to it than that. Plus I’m not real sure S.A.D. is a disorder. After all drug companies and doctors will make up disorders and diseases in order to make money. Think about it if we were all healthy, neither would be making any money.

What are these events that take place that makes me go into seclusion. Well they are minor events, and individually I can handle with no problem, but stacked on top of each other is a formula for disaster. We will start with the weather, as that is what all the medical professionals seem to think triggers S.A.D.

  1. Weather – I hate winter. My left side from waist down suffered a traumatic injury in 1977. I’ve had more surgeries on that hip, knee, leg, ankle, and foot than I can count. Getting through a metal detector is always fun with all the plates, screws, and wires that hold me together. The cold weather along with dampness (rain, snow, ice) causes it all to become stiff, ache and hurt, my fused ankle gives me the most fits. My limp becomes more prominent, which leads to spasms in my back. Now January and February or the coldest months, March and April or damp, all four are gloomy. Toss in the fact when I’m in a high level of pain, I’m irritable as hell, so I stay away from people, and expect people to stay away from me.
  2. Health – Within the first quarter of each year is when my yearly trip to the heart specialist is scheduled to have the old ticker checked out. I would not have a problem with this if they would say do it around May or June, but no it’s always in January or February. Which means I have to be out in the cold increasing the pain level.  Then they always find something else wrong and schedule a whole battery of test that keep me running back and forth in the cold. From what I have been told so for this year it appears I shall remain grounded like I have been since 2014.  By that I mean the doctor highly suggest that I stay with in a 50 mile radius of Vanderbilt Hospital, I tested him a couple of times but learned my lesson in 2015.  Yep two days before Thanksgiving, I suffered my fourth or fifth heart attack, I have lost count of those also. The first thing I was told by my doctor.  “Good thing you were close, if not you would be dead, you almost coded in the ER. ” He has a great bedside manner.
  3. The Government (IRS) -Since the early nineties the IRS and myself haven’t seen eye to eye on nothing. It got better for a while, meaning we left each other alone. During this time we keep a watchful eye on one another. More or less laying in wait for the other to pounce so we could counter. Well as we know April is tax time and the fun began. The IRS didn’t like the weasel maneuver I pulled to get around the laws and withdrew my entire pension before 59-1/2 or whatever the appropriate age is. All I know it ain’t 56 and that was how old I was when I received the payout.  To appease them I reinvested some of the money, opening a couple of small business that allowed me to hire people or help them with their business start-up by contracting them to provide services for my companies. That is a good thing right? Well this year rolled around and guess what, The IRS didn’t like the way I did that either as it was all tied back to my name. Duh, it’s my money so why wouldn’t it be. So I’m in the process of closing the small business down, restructuring them under one name and reopening them. All because the Federal Government can tell you what you can do with your own damn money. I pay my fair share in taxes, but when you hit me with tax bill that is more than my house is worth, after I have paid about the same figure throughout the year. It ain’t happening!
  4. Legal Issues – Last year in February, me and several others got hit with a civil damages law suit that steamed from a company we all use to work for. I hadn’t worked for this particular place since 1998. After contacting my personal attorney in Georgia, where the law suite originated, he handled the rest getting me in contact with the corporate lawyers of the company that we all were employed by. I figured that I was clear for being severed papers at the house. Wrong. I was served papers to appear in child support court in February of this year, almost to the date of last years special delivery. It appears that Georgia changed the law so they had to re-figure what I owed. The kicker, the subpoena had an attachment from Georgia that told me how much that was. Going to court was a waste of my time and money. All they did was tell me what was written on the documentation from Georgia that was the attachment. The only reason that I had to appear, so they could charge me $145.00 in court cost. I have two ex wives, well three, but I got custody of the last child. Both cases or from Georgia, but they bring me to court on separate dates. Seems like an inefficient way to do business, not to them as this is all about money, so each visit comes with a $145.00 court cost. But hey I got a surprise for all involved, and I do mean all.

So there you go, that’s why I haven’t been on social media, as talkative as I normally am, and ignoring phone calls. Things are looking up as May has come into the picture. The days are getting longer and the sun feels good. I took a mini vacation over my birthday which relieved a ton of stress.

Here are a few other things I do to combat the stress and anger that the first quarter of every year brings on.

  • Music – I listen to the Blues, old rock and roll, old country and classical music. One of those genres is always playing on the satellite radio when I’m downstairs, which is all the time.
  • Meditation –  Takes the mind to a better place and relaxes the soul. I’m a firm believer in meditation and do it often
  • Exercise – I don’t do this enough, as I hate getting out in cold weather. So I do yoga at the house and love to plank, sometimes while meditating.
  • Tanning Bed – If you can’t have the real thing artificial sun will do.
  • Bourbon – One shot of bourbon a day will keep the body warm and will relax the mind. One shot is two ounces, so don’t grab the bottle and turn it up.

Here are a few things I do not do as I think they add to the problem, like drinking too much Bourbon.

Pain Medicines – I don’t take any type of narcotic drug. I like for my mind to stay clear, my trigger finger under my control, and my reflex’s at their normal cat-like speed. Since I’m in constant pain of some level everyday Doctors have been trying for years to get me to go to a pain clinic. I refuse, I have been in pain for forty years I have learned how to cope with it for the most part. Plus I have seen first hand what being addicted to narcotics, street or prescribed, can do to a person. In my opinion Pain Clinics are legal drug pushers, and sooner or later their clients will become addicted to the drug they prescribe. The sad part most of them have no idea they are hooked and will argue with you till the cows come home that they are not.

Phsychotrophic Drugs – I don’t take those either for the same reason listed above. However I have a loved one who is a lot like me that takes what they call a happy pill. There appears to be no side effects, they can function normally and do not feel drugged at all. Since I have to go to the doctor on Friday, I may check on these. See I’m not against all medication, just those that hinder my thought process.

Till next time,