Age isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.
This morning I couldn’t find my cell phone. I looked in the clothes I wore yesterday, but no luck. I’m supposed to have my phone with me and on 24/7, so not having it is a big deal. What to do. Finally it dawned on me to call the stupid phone and listen for the ring. I dial and listen and sure enough, I hear it ringing. Yup, in my pajama bottoms. Living large at 63.
I find that I can nap most anywhere now. In church, during the message, in my recliner, most anyplace really. But my favorite in on the train, either to or from Chicago. I have at least 90 minutes to snooze. What must the person who boards and decides to sit next to a shapeless mound of sleeping man think? I’ve come back to life after the passage of an hour at some station and have to think of where I am. Sometimes the person next to me is different, and I’m thinking, Oh God, please tell me I didn’t drool on someone or snore. Thank God I live at the end of the line and work at the other end.
I’m on Facebook now. Some friend (fiend) invited me to join and so I did, and now I can waste even more time on the computer than I do anyway. I did find some friends that I am honored to share many intimate details of their life or mine. I posted some photos of family and exchange students, and I’m thinking, I could use substitute photos so people would have a better opinion of me and mine. OK, just kidding, before I start receiving hate mail. There are so many ways to communicate now. I love the premise of the Iphone 3G. What I really want is something the size of my laptop with the Iphone features.
Gabby the cat was so happy the last two days. We had Strider (The Wonder Dog) at Deb’s parents while the roof was being replaced, so it was particularly quiet. And Gabby had the run of the house. She seemed to smile, but that ended tonight. The satellite was removed to do the roof so no TV until Dish gets here tomorrow. Kind of nice really. But I like the Olympics. Seeing superbly trained athletes in prime physical condition reminds me of my younger days. Oh sure, looking at the stud muffin I am now, it would be hard to visualize, but really, I was a physical tiger in my youth. A virtual legend in my spare time.
I had mixed reactions to my last post. Deb thought I might be showing some insensitivity, but I read it again and I like it. I’m not proud of being married twice before, but I believe that both of my former wives are terrific people and I find I’m interested in what happens in their lives. Go figure.
I’m wondering now, just wondering, but why is it in any office they always put the bathroom as far as possible from the oldsters. Nothing like hotfooting it to the bathroom, bowling over file clerks on the way. I told my boss that in lieu of a raise or a nice office; just put me closer to the john. My needs are simple really.
Finally, I want to thank whoever put the Sears ad beneath my wiper blade in the train station parking lot The sprinkle we had dissolved the paper just enough to make the circular bond with the windshield like Kevlar. Holy Toledo, I had to look around it on the ride home. What were they thinking?
Well, I hope you have as much fun reading this drivel as I do writing it.
Dan
Deb and Dan
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