I’ve been dreading this date and the 23rd for months, not knowing how I would handle them. I’ve already complete my first crying spell and about to start my second. I used to love Jason’s birthday and Christmas because I got to buy a tool, even though it was getting hard to find anything he didn’t already have. Last year it was the biggest and badest Milwaukee 0928-23 V28 three tool combo kit that took 3 weeks to get (arriving on the 3rd). Christmas of 2006 was the biggest and badest Milwaukee 1676-6 ½” Hole-Hawg. Why Milwaukee you ask; simply Jason said they’re the best!
Anyways, I need to get doing something before I go crazy. I’m going to sand on the Truggy for awhile, pick up two more 24,000 lb. jack stands for the front axle (already have two under rear), get drip pan for under front axle (slow drip leak), get front axle up on stands, place drip pan under axle, visit my mother and try making it through the rest of the day.
Speaking of my mother, ever since my dad died in August 2005 (I hate August) she has been telling me he visits her everyday. Starting in about April of this year she started telling me that how her grandson Jason had been visiting her that day and “he’s such a sweet young man”. Now you have to understand that my mom has very advanced Alzheimer and doesn’t even know who I am. Last week she told me Jason hadn’t been there lately, “he must be busy”; this is the same time Debbie was saying she wasn’t sensing Jason being around and it was while his Truggy was with JR. I’m going to ask her today if her grandson has been by to see her, should be interesting.
Also, MogPaw has been sticking to me like glue all day, she knows I need her help today. She just sets by me staring at me and if I get up she’s right with me. Her little Mogs and Swampers will be exhausted by the end of this day!
