Don't
go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you
nothing. It was here first.
Mark
Twain
Hello Drivelers, how
is your week going so far? Weather – what can you say? Cold,
colder, coldest, warmer, snow, freezing rain etc. that is January in
Iowa, I guess. Most of you know today is trash day at my estate here
on Hysteria Lane. Keeping with tradition and the rules imposed on us
by the Solid Waste Agency, I presented my recycling “Curby” and
my garbage “Garby” to the curb just before 7:00 am. It was icy
out on the driveway. I was concerned that if I slowed down, I might
suffer a similar fate as my current wife experienced last week. I did
not want to get frozen in place that was for sure. She has gotten
most of the feeling back in her extremities now.
I
forgot to tell you guys about our lawn mower incident. One of the
last times we needed to mow our lawn mower broke and wouldn't run. I
hoped that I could delay dealing with it until spring.
My current wife, however, kept hinting to me that I should get it
fixed. But, somehow I always had something else to take care of
first, the shed, the snow blower, the blog. Always something more
important to me.
Exasperated,
she finally thought of a clever way to make her point. When I
arrived home one day, I found her seated in the tall grass, busily
snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing scissors. I had no idea how
long she had been there. I watched silently for a short time and then
went into the house. I was gone only a minute, and when I came out
again I handed her a toothbrush.
I said, "When you
finish cutting the grass, you might as well sweep the driveway."
The doctors say after my knee arthroscopic surgery that I will walk
again, but I will always have a limp.
My week is going
pretty well so far since I haven't really done anything to speak of.
I took my current wife to her orthopedic appointment yesterday.
Routine and not newsworthy at all but afterward we stopped by Kohl's.
Ostensibly, it was to buy a pair of pajamas but came out of there
with a very nice coat that I got in exchange for a leather coat
Christmas present. You see, I am kind of in between sizes. The
leather coat was nice and fit but a little too snug with a sweater. I
made the difficult decision to exchange it. I was happy to get that
done. What I did learn about Kohl's is that they do not carry men's
pajamas. How crazy is that?
I personally don't
wear pajamas on a daily basis but next week I get to stay overnight
at the VA Hospital in Iowa City. In their deal they mentioned
pajamas. Oh Boy, I am going in for a sleep apnea test. Never had one
of these. Since I am retired I am committed to experiencing as many
test procedures that are offered it seems. Not really looking forward
to this though. I had heard that they wake you periodically to change
positions and such. I am a creature of habit when it comes to my
sleeping routine. This may turn out to be a battle of wills. I may
get booted from the program early. Let's keep our fingers crossed.
We, my current wife
and I, were watching reruns of “Who Wants To Be A Millionaire”
while we were in bed the other night. I turned to her and said, 'Do
you want to have Sex? ''No”, she answered. I then said, 'Is that
your final answer?'.... She didn't even look at me this time, simply
saying, ”Yes” So I said, "Then I'd like to phone a friend."
And that's when the fight started...
We change our health
supplemental insurance to Humana for 2014. Actually, we were forced
to change by Rockwell since their plan was terminated. One of the
features of this plan was FREE Silver Sneakers at a participating
gym. The gym we belong to offers the Silver Sneakers program. We
approached our gym management and found out that it is not only free
to us but we still have full use of the gym including the Silver
Sneakers. That is great. I can bike and/or treadmill and weight lift
in addition at no additional cost to me. Very happy with that cost
savings feature. Time will tell if the insurance itself is any good.
All of the holiday
decorations and stuff have finally gotten put away. It is officially
over for another year. I am now contemplating when I should change my
focus to tax preparation. Not excited to do this. I mean really, I
don't really want to fund this government yhe way it is being run
now.
I took Sue to
Appleby's last week. We had a gift card to use up. The waiter, for
some reason, took my order first. Maybe it was my “Vietnam Veteran”
hat or the exaggerated limp as I walked to our table. "I'll have
the rump steak, rare, please." He said, "Aren't you worried
about the mad cow?" “Nah, she can order for herself." And
that's when the fight started.....
Our weekly Sam's Club
visit was last Friday. We go early to beat the crowds. We buy the
usual necessities. I was in need of French Roast as I had just used
up the last of my beans. Sam's carries a brand of coffee beans called
“Verena Street”; roasted in Dubuque, Iowa. That is where Sven's
parents live so it should be good. I had never used it before.
Looking over the selection, I didn't find a French Roast. Well, I
wonder if they something close. Finally, I chose “Nine Mile
Sunset”. The label reads, “Dark, full bodied and complex with a
rich but appealing roast character. Okay, then. I bought it.
Description meant nothing to me but it did say “Dark” and French
Roast is “Dark”. A 2 lb. bag was only slightly more than a 1 lb.
bag of the organic French Roast that I normally purchase. I have had
a number of cups of this coffee and it is good. Not quite as rich as
my French Roast but certainly a good buy. I would recommend it.
Hang on a
second........
I'm back. The wind is
blowing about a zillion miles per hour and my curbside trash
containers blew over. As luck would have it, by the time I got out
the door to pick it up, the Garby guy had already grabbed it and
dumped it. I gave him a big “thumbs up”. Good job. Now if I can
just keep my recycling container on its wheels is the challenge.
While I deal with this issue, I had better let this edition of the
Drivel get to the editors before I get yelled at. Till we meet again,
keep the '60's alive. As I live the dream, if I can make at least one
person smile, or pee their pants a little, then my day was not
wasted. TA!
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