“We've put more effort into helping folks reach old age than into helping them enjoy it.” Frank A. Clark
If you want to experiment a little try this sometime. The next time a colleague approaches and speaks that age old greeting, stop and look them square in the eye. Next, let them know in detail how it is going. Don't skip a single detail. You will note that after a while the colleague will become very uncomfortable. They will begin looking left and right as if looking for anyone to bail them out. They will clear their throat, fiddle with a pen and etc. until they get up the nerve to cut the screed short. It proves that the question is just a mindless greeting, in my mind anyway. They don't really care to know how it is going. They feel that somehow “Hi” or “Good Morning” are just not adequate. OK, I won't mention it again, I hope.
Now that we are retired, my current wife and I have been discussing all aspects of our future. I want to winter down south somewhere. My current wife doesn't. She wants to walk five miles a day. I don't. “What will you do if I die before you do?” I asked Sue as we were eating dinner. After some thought, she said that she’d probably look for a house sharing situation with three other single or widowed women who might be a little younger than herself, since she is so active for her age.
Then Sue asked me, “What will you do if I die first?” I replied, “Probably the same thing.” That ended the discussion on our future for the time being. It will probably be revisited once she starts talking to me again.
Pucker-brush\'puhk-er-'bruhsh\n-Also:pecker-brush;1.Generic compound word denoting indigenous scrub-brush or other non-landscaped foliage; "That dog's treed a porcupine over there in the pucker-brush."2. Word used to describe anywhere you didn't originally intend to be, usu. a roadside ditch or somewhere off of a sled or wheeler trail; "Buddy got rightoutaver and put his truck in the pucker-brush." The term is likely derived from the common physiological reaction to finding oneself in the pucker-brush.
This past Sunday was quite a day. Debby, the younger and her two black pugs escorted me to the 2014 Pug Fest. There were more four-legged scrunched nosed pugs in one area than you could image. Most of them brought their humans along with them too. I have reached the conclusion that there aren't two pugs that look alike. This conclusion was reached by my 5 hour research at the fest. Although I have not heard any official figures I would estimate somewhere around a million pugs. No, I'm joking. There was probably between 1,500 and 2,000 pugs. Another observation was that apparently an owner is required to own at least 2 of them. I saw only a few singles and I think they were being ticketed. You couldn't really ask for better behaved dogs. There were very few differences of opinion. Debby treated me to a ride in a group bus up and back. The bus was a very small school bus holding eleven adults and 10 pugs. All “comfortably” seated on the 5 hour ride each way. Each fuel stop opportunity was eagerly greeted by a bunch of pugs heading to the nearest grassy patch with their human in tow. Max, age 8, set the record for staying awake the longest. He didn't close an eye for about 15 hours straight.
Barney, age 10 and a bit more seasoned, found a spot and crashed. He was very grateful for the 2 dog stroller that their human brought along. Once he found the value of being able to lay down and not miss anything, he had reached nirvana as seen in the photo on the left.. Let's give a big shout out to Debby, Barney & Max plus those poor souls that accompanied us. They are good people and all had a great time. Can't wait to go again in 2018.
Superstitions - Put an old diaper on a new born child or it might become a thief. Burn the first diaper for the child's good luck. Better take that outside for burning part. Just sayin'.
Whoever dresses a new-born child the first time should be sure to put the right sleeve on first or else the child will be left-handed. Thanks by the way to the person who dressed me the first time.
Household Tips – If your needle is rusty or gummy push it into cake of soap 4 or 5 times. It will be clean, easy to insert and smell nice also.
Stick 2 or 3 pieces of macaroni in the top of your pie. The juice bubbles up the stick and prevents running over the edge.
My brother, CJ the bald, informed me last week that my dad's semi-professional ball team was being honored last week. My dad's wool uniform was being displayed with other memorabilia. Of course, my brother, being a brother, has not yet let me know how that went. We have had our rivalry from time to time but one thing we have agreed on is we never really grow up, we only learn how to act in public.
While I have been writing this blog, business has been picking up. Coffeesmith's has all sorts of customers today. Young, middle aged and those of us who are older. Unfortunately, I did notice a young couple at the counter placing an order. The guy, whose shorts were down to his ankles, leaned over the counter causing the t-shirt to rise in the back. Sure enough there IT was. IT being “plumbers butt. Almost spoiled my day. Their dark roast has gradually pulled me out of my funk. The funk has disappeared after listening to a couple of The Brothers Four Albums. I had forgotten just how much I like their sound. I have Ricky Nelson, The Garden Party. Listen to the words. Haven't we all been there once or twice?
As much as the I like the '60's music, it could only be better if I had a hot rod for cruisin', a throbbing engine and the deep rumble of the pipes serving as a background. I could be lost forever with such a combination. How cool for an old vet. Twould be sweet. Until we meet again, have a great day and a better tomorrow. – TA!
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