I'm sitting here this morning sipping on my French Roast, listening to some very inspirational music and reflecting back on 65 years of life on this earth. Yes, tomorrow will be double 6's (66). I am now officially "An Old Fart". I have said many times that "I am part of all of those I have met". So while I reflect, I am taking the time to thank all of the thousands of people who have made me what I am or am not today. People from childhood, classmates, Air Force comrades, business acquaintances, my church brethren, my blog friends, those close to my heart and especially the family members. Each of these people have had a hand in creating what is the mosaic of Doyce Bailey. I have tried to live my life in a manner best described by Ralph Waldo Emerson, who said, "To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded." Yes, being influenced by all I have met, I, in turn, hope that I may have contributed a little in order to say, "I have succeeded". Okay, Okay, enough of this junk. That isn't what you are here for. Let's get down to drivel.
So on this eve of the birthday, let's get down to business. I have planned a number of events for today and tomorrow culminating in the big birthday bash as the Texas Roadhouse restaurant. These events will remain known only to me for now. This morning I am thankful that I was once again able to wake up and get out of bed, taking a big stretch and a quick look at the clock proved that I had indeed slept a little late this morning. My usual Tuesday routine has been compromised, so I will go with plan b. What is plan b? Don't know at the moment. The late start resulted in being a little tardy with the delivery of our beloved trash to the curb. I can only cross my fingers and hope that this is the week that the Garbage Gestapo inspectors are patrolling a different quadrant of town otherwise I will be cited or at worst spend a day in the Garbage Gestapo slammer.
Last Sunday, we held a "second service" luncheon with a group from our congregation. There is a group of 8 to 12 of us who find that the need for nourishment should be accompanied by fellowship on Sundays. All sorts of information is traded amongst us. Most of which is of the trivial minutiae variety. For instance, I learned that J, the sound guy, is affectionately regarded to as "Fluffy" by his significant other, M the singer. Neat couple - the sound guy and the singer. To hear "Fluffy" describe their relationship - "he listens as she yells". Oh so true of a lot of us married souls. Little does "J" know that such endearing pet names tend to surface at the most inappropriate times. Tomorrow is our Men's Breakfast and "J", the sound guy, will have to put up with the old geezers in this bunch as word spreads among us of his new nickname - "Fluffy". I can't wait.
I spied "H", the educator, in her front yard with her new puppy the other day. It was the first I had seen her. She is a labradoodle or whatever - the dog not "H". I yelled at "H" out my window that I thought this puppy would grow up to be about the same size as a horse. This puppy was already about waist high to her. They were on the way to the pet store for a socialization experience. I haven't heard how that went but I can imagine. I can't wait until it gets warmer so the puppy can visit at the spa and play with the guys. Barney and Max, the black pugs, will love to harass her and Kinnick may find her more or less interesting. Speaking of Barney and Max, they were here the other day. For some time now we have been learning "sit", "stay", and "down". Barney has come a long way. He has it down pretty good. His only problem is that he needs to learn that it is done whether he wants to or not. Max on the other hand only is interested in doing the commands if there is a possibility that there may be a treat in it for him. His "down" is more like a crouch down just low enough to get a treat and then right back up. He has an insatiable appetite. This is mainly due to the fact that he doesn't chew his food. If it is bite size, down it goes. He has no clue if this stuff is good or bad tasting, he doesn't care. We WILL be focusing on that a little more. Along with the food stuff only at the other end, their mother, Debby, the younger, and I have noted with a degree of curiosity that both Barney and Max find it necessary to do "No. 2" shortly after they arrive here. Now Debby assures me that they have both had an elimination before they come over. While they were here, which was about 5 hours, they had both had a "No. 2" 3 times each. Yes, 3 times! Normally, they do this once in the morning and again after supper. I wonder if there is something afoot here that I need to be aware of. Maybe a "paranormal" haunting or something. Hmmmmm! Oh, well.
Ooh shoot, my French Roast has become iced, not just cool, coffee. That is a good sign that I should stop this drivel. It is probably too long and too boring for most of you as it is. I am always amazed at just how incredibly tolerant my readers are. Thank you for your time today and as the "Golden Girls" say, "Thank you for being my friend". TA!
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