Anchors Away – 8/12/2024


Having plumbed the depths of my blog history in fear and trepidation as well as delight of recognition, I am inspired to create this new blog on the old platform. Needless to say, much has changed since Friday, August 31, 2007, the inception date of the original LifeWreck blog. For those who shy away from math as much as I do, I was about 49 years old when I started said blog, and I sit here today a 65-year-old (BY 1959).

A lot happened in 17 years. Not much happened in 17 years.

So, it goes.

It occurred to me, while perusing the old shit and being blown away by both my past idiocy and my past insights, that it could be quite useful to my future self and god knows who else if I did the same exercise going forward from now. That’s what this is.

Here are links to the old shit for reference by nobody in particular and me in general.

The LifeWreck Blog: https://thelifewreckblog.blogspot.com/

The New LifeWreck Blog*: https://newlifewreckblog.blogspot.com/

                *Not to be confused with the blog you’re currently reading

As a marker, today I’m functionally retired ala SSDI (Social Security Disability Insurance), living in a standard family home in Martinez, California with three other guys and a cat (mine, more on this later). We could technically call ourselves a “sober living environment” (SLE) but in every meaningful way we’re just 4 guys and a cat. One of us (not me) owns the house and we all pitch in money and gentlemanly attitudes/behaviors, and everything runs amazingly smoothly. I wouldn’t trade this arrangement for any amount of gold or frankincense.

Most of my disabilities are well documented in the old blogs, with enhancements added by age and (I believe) COVID. Nowadays, I can’t hear unaided for shit. I also need a cane for balance only as my legs are fine for power walking, as also documented earlier.

I’m going to try to force myself to write and post to this blog at least once a week, whether or not anything monumentally important strikes me. I’m also going to force myself to put this shit out into the social universe that it might actually get read by someone and god help us commented on.

And just in case you didn’t notice already, I do not (and never have, really) given one rat’s ass about any readers’ snowflake language sensibilities. Nobody forced you to read this, so suck it up and hate it in comments if that thrills you. ‘Nuff said.

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