It was a diamond ring that was originally a wedding ring.  When I went through the divorce, I kept the ring and another ring which I lost while moving.  This ring I had sized to where on my left pinky.  But, recently I noticed that it was becoming loose.

So, here I go to do laundry.  And you know the something tells me voice?  Well, it told me to leave it off and not to wear it.  But, do I do that.  Well, of course not.  So here I am blogging about not listening to that still small voice that tells you to do something.

I feel like crying now.  But I am trying to cook chicken and am trying not to burn it…I am not sure whether it was because my ex-wife gave me the ring that it was special, or the fact that I had it sized and that meant a new life to me.  But, really hope some sleazy person who keeps holding me up in the Laundromat is not the one who finds it.

For now, I will keep on trucking and just say the Serenity Prayer…God grant me the Serenity to Accept the things I cannot Change, etc…

I see them riding, sitting alone.  Broken men making it alone.  Were it not for the hat, you’d never know they were veterans each a different war in a different place.  Fierce warriors, now valiant in their guardianship of the younger men and women who ride  along side together.  A quick glance toward each other, and already, they are brothers, born by blood, in a conflict, in a far off continent, in a different era, fighting for some unknown cause.

And he asked himself, you can be an immigrant with a Federal Medicare Card, but a Veteran without one and not get half fare.  You cannot speak English and not have spilled blood for your country, but without a Federal Medicare Card, a Veteran cannot get 1/2 fare.

He looks at him and says, but he's just a kid.  Then so, was I.  And continues to think…A Veteran would not be seeking Medicare until later in life; but, might need 1/2 fare before then.  Is not  the spilt blood of either his comrade or his enemy enough to pay for the 1/2 fare?

While coming back from battling the British, we were attacked over in Scotland by infidelity of the British kings.  We were forced to flee to Ireland where found our thirst for blood continued.  Throughout the countryside we roamed, always becoming a soldier so that there would be blood nearby.  We were especially attracted to British blood and had a vengeance for it. 

But there soon became a price on our head and we found it necessary to flee to new colonies and hid aboard a freighter bound for the Georgia colony.  There was a time when all was well and we married and had large family, but soon our bloodlust could not be kept at bay. And the cemeteries were filled with mysterious deaths.  And our bloodlust finally permeated our own family. It was our grandson that we brought into the noble blood.  Later he left for Arizona and did the same to his son who wound up running away from home to join the US Army.  When he married, his oldest son, Lord William was permeated with the blood lust and taught the ways and tricks of our trade.  For we are Scots-Irish fighters, bleeders, tears of flesh and death to those who oppose the freedom we represent. And although I have traveled for a short time in Southeast Asia through Viet Nam and Laos tasting the blood of the young men and women there, finally, I, Lord William, came to Sarasota and Bradenton to reside through many women in my life and here I stay watching to seek those who oppose the cause we represent.

Just in case you know my son, Robert Dunn, his account on Face Book was hacked into.  His addresses have been lifted.  So, now family members and friends are getting emails and probably soon phone calls from Robert saying he’s in England, etc and lost his wallet, etc and needs money.  Somewhat typical…except the language was not his…The problem this turkey forget to check on was that I was a Nam vet and Dunn, related to the Carter’s, possibly Bushes, rather big inter-related Southern Scots-Irish family and soon will track him down.  So I probably would be disposing of Robert Dunn’s addresses rather rapidly….

Already I have had a phone call waking me up…Not good…Creditor’s one thing…Hacker’s another…Time to bring out sources from long ago.  Not Brave Assholes.  Track anything electronic….

Bill Dunn

So I get 3  emails marked urgent from my son.  But they looked a  lot quite like my older son.  He was saying that he had lost his wallet and all of addresses and that he needed money to close out his account to his hotel.  I responded that I was unable to help him out because I was broke and struggling myself.  Perhaps he needed to get a job with the hotel.  Then I started to look for everything…I discovered he had been cut off from my Face Book.  So I called him and he called me back. His account with Face Book had been hacked into.  It is getting old…Contend O Lord with all those who Contend with me.  

I don’t have a hoot who his addresses are, so I just called immediate family and let them know what is going on with everything…..

That is all I can do…

Well, today, while my laundry was running I decided to check on my food stamps.  That’s the reason why I decided to keep the internet and give up TV.  I can check into all kinds of things and its easier for me to do on the internet rather than on the phone. 

Since I have somewhat attention deficit disorder, then all I have to do is take my time and read or reread what is necessary.  So this morning I went back to www.myflorida.com/accessflorida and found my stuff.  Once I read it I found out that my food stamps weren’t available until the 13th of this month.  Whew.  Not much money, but still I could have saved myself some grief had I paid attention the first time.  Oh, well.  I am one of these people who has to learn the hard way I guess.  I had a nice long walk yesterday…  LOL. 

I finally got the pain cream from FC&A in Peachtree, Ga.  It really works.  I don’t know it does until I run out. Meanwhile I am doing my laundry.  I was planning on getting a grocery cart.  The laid plans of mice and men.

So I have been looking forward to October 1, to when I can use the food stamps that I thought I had because I had a letter that had awarded me last month 17 dollars worth.  Whoopee.  But, I was facing October with 71.  Maybe that was a typo.  The first thing was someone called me at 7:30 in the morning.  Then I received a letter 2 days after it was dated telling me I needed to have an interview that I thought that I had already had.  So today I catch the bus and go to the grocery store to get some stuff that I was running out of and some food actually that I could eat.  It was only about 45 dollars worth.  Not much to live on…  I go to pay for it with the food stamp credit card and it says insufficient funds.  I was frustrated.  I decided to go home. The bus home was not until almost an hour.  So rather than wait with the gentleman who was waiting…I walked.  Poor me.  I came home, took off my shirt, lay down and took a nap.  I am tired, feeling a little down.

I called my sponsor in AA.  He cheers me up by saying, “Poor Baby” and Poor Billy,” knowing that all of this I brought on myself had I found a job earlier and not just stayed at home when I had unemployment.   And here I  am hungry, running out of everything…poor me…poor pitiful me….  So the next thing you will tell me is if I just follow your plan you will help me make all sorts of money.  I say get stuffed.  I am tired of everybody trying to use me for their own schemes, plans.  Show me your money and then I will believe you.  Bring me a bag of groceries and maybe I will listen to you.