Gettin Drunk as _ _ _ _ and eatin chicken fingers

Ok so I'm not quite there yet, but gang I'm in a bit of a low spot. I hurt everywhere, the season for construction is starting up, I fell in three holes in three days last week. Once I went right head over heals and another time I rode a ladder into a hole on my crotch, ouch. My Mom has sold her house and my brother no longer resided in Canada so it's pretty much up to me to move her. She has decided to move nowhere as she wants to travel so were selling most of her stuff and she's throwing out most everything else. I was dumping some bags she gave me to throw out and one split open and I seen all our old photos spill out. I mean 1950's photos of my Dad being potty trained, I had never even seen most of those photos before in my life. As my Dad is no longer with us I treasure anything I get of him. I spent the end of an already long day knee deep in garbage splitting open all the bags my Mom gave me. This journey I am on has been sped along with questions like "if we don't ever look at photos years later then why do we have camera's?" "Why do we build projects like model cars only to have them sit on shelves taking up space?" "What is the point of a nick nack?" "Why do we ever buy anything other than food, toilet paper and soap?" In short I am becoming a minimalist, I am putting far less value in physical things. The next time I do a project like build a model plane, I will undertake it with the comforting thought that it will sure be cool to watch it burn when I'm done. I am still very far behind on my reps but I can say with pride that today I did 200 situps in an effort to catch up. Thanks, Carson.