The Stealth Trip

Pre-Nap Time Poppy and me

Jen and I made a spur of the moment, stealth visit to see Vati yesterday. Yes, amidst the crimson eyed hoopla.

Hey, why not? Life refuses to take smoke breaks while I panic over my sight. By the by, the orb’s still red, irritated BUT less so this morning. This’ll be another prosthetic cornea-free day. I’ll wait on popping it back in until I see the doc tomorrow morning.

In any case, relative to other visits from this past year, Daddy was in GREAT shape both mentally and physically. Jen and I walked in to find the old man and his roomie Joe, sitting in their lounge chairs, watching TV together. This was a first. Poppy didn’t like his last roommate AT ALL (the feeling, I suspect, was mutual) and wasn’t keen on sharing a room with anyone new. It was a lovely surprise to find the two of them, side by side, enjoying a bit of telly.

In fact, Daddy was up, outta bed and in his comfy chair for most of our visit. YEA!

This was also the first visit in years where he didn’t have a cranky litany of complaints about people, place, food, etc. Jen nailed it – “he seemed content.”

At the start of our long ass drive from Pittsburgh to Daddy’s town, we made an indulgent but necessary stop at Sheetz. That’s the gas station/convenience store chain down that way. I won’t ever find chemical-free baked goods there BUT they’ve a grand assortment of coffee and tea AND, most awesomely, soft serve ice cream. Yup, 9AM soft serve – can't beat that!

As we were pulling out of the parking lot we saw this horror show vehicle at the pump. A pickup with an elaborate jungle camo paint job, a brush/grille guard and some poor longhorn cattle's horns as hood ornament. Wonder if the driver dude knows that he lives in suburban Pittsburgh, not rural Texas or the rain forests of Venezuela.

On top of all this, the truck’s entire rear end consisted of a testament to the driver's blinding inability to put two and two together and get anything in the neighborhood of four. All Lives Matter was painted large, over a rippling stars and stripes with a small B&W christ on a cross below. Replacing INRI was the inscription “in god we trust.”

Yeah buddy, you’d have more truth in advertising if that read “in Fox "News"/Alex Jones/Gateway Pundit we trust.”

 Obvs, to this midget dicked, low watt imbecile ALL lives do NOT matter. The blameless children being abused and dying in his dear leader’s concentration camps, their parents, whose only crime/NOT A CRIME was seeking asylum, caged in different horrifically cruel camps, the young girls being trafficked by the Fascist in Chief's buds, the black and brown men and women accused of crimes based solely on their skin color – somehow, I just know, Camo Boy wasn’t including these folks in his All Lives proclamation.

There are idiots everywhere, even in Feel the Bern, Vermont. I’m just glad there are fewer loud, proud, gun-toting, fecal brained bozos here in Valhalla.

So yeah, I'm happy to be home. I was mega happy to fall asleep next to Ten and happy to wake to Coco staring down at me from her perch on my chest (isn't it time for you to wakey-wakey and get me some damn brekkie, you lazy slag!).