Hey Y’all

Yeah, I’m still alive. I know it’s been awhile, which is the reason for me writing, I feel I owe y’all an explanation. You’ve been my second family for so long now, and I have benefited immensely from it in more ways than I can begin to describe. So I guess I should explain where I’ve been, not as a “woe is me” tale (y’all know that’s not my style), but just in fairness to all of you so you don’t think I abandoned ya.

A little over 5 years ago my father was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. At first there were only minor annoyances, but as I know many of you can attest, things deteriorated until you become mired in daily dealing with the new reality he was living in and that you had to contend with.

To add to that my mother, who was raised in a depression era small town and is not the worldliest of people decided that she wanted to try and restructure her home loan. Now understand, my parents have been subsistence workers for all their lives. From working the fields, running a bait shop, working in factories and construction sites, they’ve always gotten by but never really gotten ahead. Back in 1990 they bought a modest new home on a couple of acres in an unincorporated and underpopulated area of western Palm Beach County. It was a good buy and its value increased. My parents refinanced a few times (a few too many in my opinion, but I wasn’t really consulted) and all was relatively well. Until things start to get a little tight. So my mom hears about the “Stimulus” programs that were supposed to help homeowners (the ones that bought more house than they could afford because the Fed told the banks that they HAD to lend to them or else they were raycisss, or something) and decides to try and refinance and get a better rate, maybe lower her payments. So she goes to the bank that her mortgage was through (I shall not name it), thinking it would be like dealing with the bankers she was used to in small town Ohio, you know, where they know you by name and know your family etc. To this day she still thinks that all businesses are small town mom and pop and that the employees she has dealt with a few times will remember her. It is in fact an innocence that I miss in our nation. But such was not the case with the banker she met with. Let’s call him “Bill”, just for shits and giggles. Well old Bill tells my mom that since she is current on her payments that he can’t help her. Then he actually “advises” her to stop making her mortgage payments for a few months and come back and see him.

Yes, you read that correctly. And you can well imagine what happens next, except that not only was she now behind on her mortgage, “Bill” no longer works at that bank and no one there has ever heard of him. So now I get involved. I try and talk to the bank, but basically they want all three back due mortgage payments or they were going to start foreclosure proceedings.

Long story short, we got a lawyer, fought it as best we could, but eventually they sold my parents home at auction. That home was all they had, after 70 years their entire lives accomplishment was that house. I met with the new owners, an investment firm looking to flip it and they agreed to sell it to me at a small profit. Problem was that I couldn’t get financing on it for a myriad of reasons. So in December of 2013 they moved in with my family. We stored what we could, but a lot of my parents things had to be thrown away or sold. I owned a nice little 3/2 concrete block that was perfect for my family. But a 3/2 can get mighty crowded when it goes from 4 people, 2 dogs and a cat, to 6 people, 5 dogs and a cat. My parents were basically living out of a bedroom. Add to that my father’s Alzheimer’s was progressively getting worse and you can see how it became a very difficult living situation for all of us.

I spent a good year trying to figure out what was best with the limited funds I had available until one Saturday in January of this year my wife’s uncle suggested that we sell our house and buy a new one, preferably one with an in-laws quarters. Now, every so often God will intervene and show us the path he wants us to follow, and that night was one of those times. Both of my wife’s brothers and her sister had all just recently financed their first homes through a local broker who they all raved about. But I thought that my home wasn’t marketable enough or worth enough for the idea to work. But considering as how my in-laws were all speaking so highly of this lady (Whom I shall call Carrie) who had secured their financing, I decided to at least contact her, which I did via email the following day. After a short conversation, in which Carrie found out that I was a vet who hadn’t used my VA benefit yet, I found out that not only was my house worth way more than I thought, but there were a lot of people in the market for it. I also found out that I was worth more than I had thought, my credit was better than I thought, and that I was in very good shape. Fast forward three months and we had sold our house and closed on a new one, with an in-laws quarters (the only one on the market in our area), that is literally 175 yards away from my daughters’ school.

So things were finally looking up and a lot of weight had been lifted off my shoulders, except now I had to move 16 years worth of accumulated stuff from my house, and unpack 70 plus years of stuff that my parents had stored in PODS containers, what we had been able to save that is. So things got pretty hectic. Dad’s Alzheimer’s had until this point only deteriorated his cognitive functions, he was still as healthy as a horse. But one of the first weeks in the new home he had sudden onset of exhaustion and unresponsiveness. He spent three days in the hospital during which time we didn’t meet with one single doctor. Not a very pleasant experience to say the least. But fortunately dad had recently enrolled in a local senior assisted living program that works miracles. They have a team of doctors who work together in determining care for their patients and are like mamma lions protecting their cubs. They intervened and had dad discharged and brought to their facility. He was home in a few days but he was now beginning to show signs of physical deterioration as well.

Part of the new house was an old pond that had been used as an irrigation source and was now basically dried up. We were in the process of filling it in when my dad managed to fall head first into the pile of concrete block fill. He was relatively unhurt, but it was the wake up call that it was now too dangerous for us to continue to care for him at home by ourselves. It was time for him to move into the facility full time.

He deteriorated rapidly after that, the Alzheimer’s finally affecting him physically as well as mentally, and on August 15th, the Feast of the Ascension of Our Blessed Mother, my dad went home to God.

So as you can see by this abbreviated tale, things have been a bit distracting for me. As I said before, this is not a “woe is me” pity tale. I simply believe that I owed an explanation to everyone as to why I have been so absent from these pages for so long. I owe you all so much for everything that I have been blessed with through this place for all these years, I just wanted you to know where I’ve been and why.

I’m really hoping that I can start once again sifting through the daily onslaught of statist bovine excrement flowing from the leftists in this country and start writing again on a more frequent basis, but there is just so damned much going on in the world that needs to be confronted, and so little time to do the issues justice. We are seeing the fabled death of a thousand cuts inflicted on our republic and our civilization, and it can be depressing and overwhelming at times. But there is hope, much hope. I firmly believe that the statists have pushed too hard and the American people are continuing to wake up and get pissed. We have a good field of some truly conservative candidates to choose from, not just the usual line up of establishment “It’s their turn”‘s. And the candidates doing the best in the polling are the political outsiders.

And hey, Weepy Boner is gone!!!


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    LC SecondMouse growls and barks:

    Oh my. I am glad I have not posted about my recent challenges, as they pale in comparison. Lest we forget, calm waters do not make for great sailors.

    Good to have you back.

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    Library Czar growls and barks:


    If your dad served in the Military during a period of wartime his wife should qualify for VA aid and attendance pension. e-mail me if you have questions about it.

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    Library Czar @ #:
    Thanks Czar. Interesting story there actually. My father lost his right eye when he was 18. He was nailing a board and the nail flew back and pierced his eye. He literally pulled it out and kept working. The next day my uncle Paul came back from college and saw that the eye was infected (Paul was a bombardier on a B17 during the war so he recognized the infection right away) and rushed dad to the hospital in time to save his life but not his eye. That didn’t keep him from joining the National Guard though. After he got his glass eye he memorized the eye chart and signed up. He made it through basic and volunteered for Korea, but a doc caught the fact that he only had one eye during the predeployment physical. They gave him an honorable discharge and forgot about the fraudulent enlistment.

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    LC SecondMouse @ #:
    It’s good to be back Mouse. And no, calm waters do not make good sailors, this is true. One thing I always try and remember during those stormy times is that no matter how bad it may seem, others have had and are going through worse. They made it, so can I. Your travails are yours and the fact someone else may have it worse, or not, doesn’t change that you still have your own little rainfall to deal with. That’s why we have friends, that’s why we have our faith.

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    Glad to see you back Crunch. Life tends to throw some nasty gut punches, and we pretty much have to suck it up and take it while still trying to stay on our feet. Sounds like you’re still standing and that’s a good thing. So sorry about your Dad. It’s hard as hell to see someone we grow up thinking is invincible whither and fade in front of us. Same was with mine. It sucks for sure.

    I’ve been guilty of not being around here much myself, mainly because I’m just so damn fed up with all the crap going on in the world. I’ve been dealing with alot of hopelessness and futility about trying to make sense of it all. Wanting to fight, and not knowing what to fight or even if it’s worth the effort to do so. Guess it all comes down to pure burnout.

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    LC Xystus growls and barks:


    Interesting to see how Providence can move in the middle of such a crapstorm.

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    Lady M-ITT™-Imperial Sniper G.L.O.R says:

    Guess it all comes down to pure burnout.

    Indeed Mrs. M, indeed. That’s when we need to dig just a little deeper though, which is what I’ve lost focus on. To do otherwise is to give the enemy an easy victory.

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    LC Xystus says:

    Interesting to see how Providence can move in the middle of such a crapstorm.

    I think that is when He moves the most. We’re just unable to see it usually until after the fact.

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    BC, Imperial Torturer growls and barks:

    Damn, Crunch, sorry to hear about your dad. (And all of the other shitstorm stuff.) Give me a shout sometime if you need to bitch about something or just wanna chew the fat. The Imperial Dungeon Game Room is still at the same extension.

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    Good to hear from you Crunch…….

    prayers will be outbound for your Dad and your family. It’s tough to lose a parent, nothing ever prepares you for it.

    And yes, looking forward to seeing this place liven up a bit with your wiseassery.

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    BITOA growls and barks:

    My problems just reduced by 90%. There but for the grace of God, I wish you all things good.

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    Tallulah growls and barks:

    Dear Crunchie, my mother (Alzheimer’s plus pancreatic cancer) and my sister (liver and bone cancer) died just six months apart in 2009, so I feel for you.

    I always tell my friends, if I weren’t a Christian, I don’t think I could stand it. Even as a Christian, it’s so painful. But know that we will see them again, restored fully to themselves, in the glory of the Kingdom of God.

    Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
    The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star,
    Has had elsewhere its setting,
    And comes from afar:
    Not in entire forgetfulness,
    And not in utter nakedness,
    But trailing clouds of glory do we come
    From God, who is our home.

    Our noisy years seem moments in the being
    Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake,
    To perish never:
    Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour,
    Nor Man nor Boy,
    Nor all that is at enmity with joy,
    Can utterly abolish or destroy!

    Hence, in a season of calm weather,
    Though inland far we be,
    Our souls have sight of that immortal Sea
    Which brought us hither,
    Can in a moment travel thither,
    And see the children sport upon the shore,
    And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.

    What though the radiance which was once so bright
    Be now forever taken from my sight,
    Though nothing can bring back the hour
    Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
    We will grieve not, rather find
    Strength in what remains behind;
    In the primal sympathy
    Which having been, must ever be;
    In the soothing thoughts that spring
    Out of human suffering;
    In the faith that looks through death,
    In years that bring the philosophic mind.

    Another race has been, and other palms are won.
    Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
    Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,
    To me the smallest flower that blooms can give
    Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

    —William Wordsworth, Intimations of Immortality, 1802

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    Tallulah says:

    restored fully to themselves, in the glory of the Kingdom of God.

    Very true Tallulah. It’s kind of strange, but by dying dad was reborn to us. With his deteriorated mental state removed, the different person Alzheimer’s had made him is gone and we are now able to remember the real man that we all loved. For example, my daughters did not ever want to go see him at the nursing home. It hurt them too badly to see him like that, a withered shell, barely able to speak, and what he did say was his own reality, far removed from us. It bothered me greatly, I was worried that the Princesses would not remember dad before the Alzheimer’s. and that later they would regret not spending more time with him before he passed. But on the day he died we all went to his room after we got the word to say our goodbyes, before the funeral home took him away. A lot of tears from my girls at first, but after fifteen minutes we were all laughing, remembering all the funny stuff (Everybody who ever met my dad has a funny story about him). So my fears were misplaced, we remember the real man, not the Alzheimer’s.

    By dying he came back to us.