Not much to today

Spent much of the morning with my eyes bandaged; part of the afternoon too.

This one can smile about her situation. She seemed to enjoy the blindfold.
Kids are different. They like simple things. Sweet kid.

Have this awful feeling I will have trouble again in the morning.  Starting to really suspect it's something in this house that is causing the trouble. The eye infections never happen anywhere else. Didn't have an issue even once while living in the mountains. I'm thinking this house needs bulldozing or maybe an errant tornado.

LOL!  What a thing to wish on a place where I have lived for 25 years.

Sometimes it seems surreal, thinking about that.  So much has happened out here in Monroe Township.  I walked around the block a few times this week. So many memories...

Lived over on bluefield road for about 5 years.  The house is still there.  Kind of surprises me. It was falling down around me when I lived there over 25 years ago. Mike (Mary's brother) tried to get me to buy the place. I knew better.  The house was never put together right.

I rode through Hurriacne Hugo in that house.  That's where I met Faith and Beth and their family. Same with Bobby, Darlene and Gina.  I still remember the 4th of July night they fired a sky rock over the top of the house and it burst right overhead. Scared the hell out of me. But it waS FUNNY. I have to admit that.  Darlene and Bobby don't have much to do with me anymore. They're Facebook friends and they likely see my anti-trump posts and them being the delusional ones they are....well, it's sad.

Speaking of sad, I've felt that way more than I should lately.  Better go back on the prozac. Likely shouldn't have taken myself off of it. I'm no MD.

Found myself dwelling on how things are and not all of them good.  Nostalgia.  Yeah, I need to go back on the prozac.

Change isn't easy for me.  Not anymore.

I'm gonna miss the people at RCMS. Been with them for so long.

I remain determined to make a go of it in Florida.
Have begun to wonder just why they recruited me so hard.  Is there something I don't know about?  Don't want to overthink things, but I've never had anyone offer me a job at the end of an interview. Only time. We had some serious disagreements last year. Never figured I would hear from them again.  Went to the job fair and the principal was waiting on me; didn't even give me a chance to go to the other interview that was scheduled.  Then after I was interviewed by his AP, the same thing happened again - I was offered a job on the spot.

Strange.  Very strange.  Gotta wonder what is up.  There was a hint.  The principal mentioned that I would be the only male faculty member.  Not sure what to think about that.

68.

Hard for me to believe. But here I am.

Val's passing has jarred a lot of us, myself included.

Those of us who have not pondered our mortality likely have now.

Still not certain if or how I will handle the 2018 CCR reunion.  I have the haunting notion that it might be the last one for some. It's a possibility.