My "Pops" is getting up in years and making the 23.7 feet from the couch in front of the television-set to the toilet has gotten just too hard for the old man.
Something about heart-attacks, strokes and a "bad" - knee.
It's a skinny-assed wheel-chair that fits his skinny-ass. I took the damn thing for a test-drive into and out of the bathroom of of my this week's hoveland have made the decision that he could probably navigate himself all the way to the toidie, wipe his own butt, and make it back to the couch without stroking out if he wanted to.
Or not.
$39.93 plus tax and the upscale used-store, since the "Goodwill Industries Superstore" was plumb out of wheelchairs.
Probably a thousand bucks a day in Medicare taxpayer bucks, if and when he makes it to a taxpayer sponsored "nursing-home." Unless we finally just go all "Soylent Green" on our old folk. Can't seem to find fund one in order to help my dad past his "Golden Years."
Sales tax in "Kallefornia" is probably going up. "Ahnold" has already cut education funding dracon, and infrastructure funding to the bone, but still can't find the political will to let some convicted pot-smokers out of prison.
(Have I mentioned yet. that my next-door neighbor's dog murdered my cat last night?) I didn't wake up in order to listen to it, but someone did.)
All black pootie, kitten not yet cat. My dog's pal, they were funny chasing each other. Like a couple of virgins flirting.
Pit bull. New "neighbor."
The only thing that my black-tongued Shar-Pei mixed with whippet, bulldog, and short-hared Lassie, Rin-Tin-Tin rocket-ship rescue-mutt ever bit was my nose, in some orgasmic "I'm just so damn happy to see you again that I had to love-nip."
I'm gone for more than three minutes, taking out the garbage, for instance..
My Dog has no sense of time. She can eat a bulls pelvis within a few minutes but would probably hug a goldfish if you let her. She has a good "Master."
So I bought a wheelchair. Figured out the levers and the brake system and the calf support-pads, and even took it for a test-drive past the Barcalounger and making the tight 90 degree angle into the only bathroom.
Yes. "Only." Not all of us "Democrats" are "bucks-up." Go figure. Only one bathroom. I'm probably doing better than at least 79% of the human population on Earth, but I digress..
I met a guy last week, who literally makes 50K a week, running a minor offshoot of "Kalifornea's" University system. He took me aside and complained about being "Broke." Doctor has a 50K expense account, flies First Class and is "broke."
I think that he's the tip on the iceberg.
I'm broke - when I can't afford enough "Regular" gasoline to hunt around this godforsaken burg to find a bargain on a used wheelchair for my "pops." And I diligently do the "good-son" routine, since my two siblings are either busy or strung-out..
Mr. Wall Streets is "broke" when they can't easily afford Blowfish Sushi meals on a stop-over in NYC on their way to off-season skiing in the Italian Alps.
Jealous? No.
Stopped by at an exotic looking Indian woman's house, turned on the propane, (I still prefer charcoal) cooked some fatty steaks, fried some mushrooms in "Extra Virgin Olive Oil, butter, garlic, and some fresh Rosemary, and drank a whole bottle of a decent Kaleefornia Merlot, and one thing led to another. I had a fine Sunday nite. It's early, Hell's bells, I wonder what Martha's doing tonight.
Pissed. Hells yes.
Wheelchairs should be free for Americans.
Dogs should lick kittens, and not kill them unless the canine animal is starving-hungry. But that's for another day.
End rant--
(Gonna get a-hold of Martha now..)