Day 5 or oops I missed one

So here I sit.  Working.  Sitting.  Watching a tank.

All night.

Better than digging ditches.

Being at home.

I'll take solitude where I can get it.  Ball game on the radio. 

So what's new, not much.

Homes in an up roar, wife and daughter.

Proof that you can never have two women under the same roof.

After 50 years of living I'd recommend having none under your roof.  Things are much simpler that way.

So many poor decisions, and only now do I see the errors.

Day Three (Or things that make you go Hmmmmm)

Today.

Had my one year evaluation.  I'm not gonna get fired.  This is good I suppose.

The connection my wife and daughter were making.  Smoke and mirrors.  What I've learned to expect.  Stepmother.  The common stepmother.

You must remember.  My wife is a typical female.  Jealous of anyone else.  Looking for an excuse to throw down.  Even to my daughter.

I'd be long gone by now if it was me.

Why don't I get out.  Take her with me.

Half of everything I have or ever will.  I can take care of the kid on that no problem

You first, if you think that's the right move.

Did I mention I don't care about your opinion?

This is my life.

I can't see any end to it.

Except that eternal end.

Sooner rather than later I hope.

Day Two

Absolution

So the neighbor comes home.  I was eating dinner.  Swiss steak.

I get done eating and take a walk.

He's a good guy.  Laughing as he comes out, tells me not to worry.  A perfect confluence of events that ended with hitting that tree.  I apologized profusely.  Not needed.

Still I feel better.  Absolution.  It's just what I need.

I know what your thinking.  Not your issue.

Except it is when I inserted myself.

On the upside I know what to do next time.  Rather what not to do.

You fall asleep yet.  What's my point. Maybe I don't have one.

Wait until tomorrow.  It'll get better.

Or not.

More back story to follow.

Here we go

Where you may ask?

Not sure says I.  Not sure.

I'm a reader of many blogs.  Have been for many years now.  They seem to be out of fashion now.  What with fake book and twitter.  I used the less offensive name for twitter as I'd hate to offend those fine people that need safe spaces and the like.

Back to where.  Lets try to keep on topic.

My thing is I need a place to vent my frustrations.

With other people, myself, and things beyond my control, although I believe all things are within our control.

An example:

So I get a text from my neighbors.  Late getting back home.  Pulling a 5th wheel RV.  Can you turn your outside lights on?  Dark drive way at the neighbors.

No problem.  Pull vehicles out and turn lights onto driveway to help.

Like a good neighbor I go over with a flashlight.  Neighbors wife is shining a light on the drivers side.  I'm watching the passenger side.  I stopped him before he got into a tree with the fifth wheel.

Then I made the crucial error and moved farther down the drive.

I hear a crunch.  Passenger side fender of the truck into the same tree.

Neighbor is pragmatic, "It's nothing that can't be fixed."

This is the part about my happy thoughts.

My fault.  Had I stayed at the front of the truck, no problem.  I knew better.

Wife is pissed at me.  Not because I let it happen, but because I'm pissed at myself.

No surprise there.  Wife has the empathy of a cobra, or a black widow.

This is why I have no friends.  I wouldn't invite anyone into this.

I need 100 acres and a house in the middle.