If you don't mind, I'll just sit here and type in my birthday suit. It doesn't matter' there's no web cam on this computer. Why am I as bare as David carved in stone? Because I am superannuated. At least that is what my old tablemate, Dr. Mickle, used to call our advanced age.
I shouldn't complain. Most of the people who were born the same day that I was, are already dead. I am one of the survivors, glad to say But my age was showing this morning.
When I got dressed this morning, because I am going to see the doctor this afternoon, I put on a nice new shirt and pants. Then I went to breakfast. At breakfast I spilled a blob of oatmeal on my clean shirt. I tried to wipe if off, and smeared it more, and then in cleaning the smear, I slathered oatmeal all over my front.
Back in my room I was fuming because I had to find another fresh shirt. In fact, I was so agitated that I wet my pants. Yikes. Now I have to change everything.
So I will stay bare as long as I can. Less chance of having to change clothes again.
On a positive note. Tonight we have "casino night". I have been appointed to find out how to conduct the craps and roulette tables. Roulette I understand. The bettor places his bet on the table on the number or color he chooses, the dealer spins the wheel and the ball falls into a numbered slot. The dealer pays off according to the odds that are printed on the table.
Craps, on the other hand, I do not know, so I have to look it up online. The ctaps table is marked with the odds also. A bet is placed on every roll of the dice, I am sure but whether the pay-off comes after each roll, or after the shooter rolls seven I am not sure. I have no doubt that I can find the rules before tonight. I make a very poor pit boss.
Casino night at the old folks' home. Can't you just feel the excitement?