Saturday Six and Sunday Seven

 

 

Name seven things you like to order in a sea-food restaurant. 

Scallops, fish pieces, swordfish, chips, shrimp, but NOT  hush puppies or chicken strips.

1. Do you send Christmas cards? If so, do you write any notes inside the Christmas card or include a "newsletter" about your family, or do you basically just sign your name? No longer send cards, but used to send cards with preprinted name on them...not even signed.

2. Are you more likely to shop in a store that has returned the phrase, "Merry Christmas" to its holiday signage? I appreciated the switch to non-christian biased greetings.  Thought it was more proper to include ALL folks in seasons greetings. So the change back in not any incentinve to me.  Besides what shopping I do is done online or in huge discount stores.

3. Do you buy your pets Christmas presents? Used to buy dog a new chew toy, but the cats and bird were ignored.

4. Take the quiz: Are you more cat or dog?

Quis said I was 80% Dog.  I wouldn't bite the quiz director for that

5. Which have you owned more of during your life, cats or dogs? Owned more cats, but my dog was a real companion.

6. If you had to come back as one or the other, and assuming you'd belong to an owner who would treat you well, would you rather be a cat or a dog?  Dog.... just see the results of the quiz above.

Weird Geriatric Overeater

I would have been satisfied with just cornbread, OR I would have been satisfied with just baked potato, OR I would have been satisfied with just fish and squash, BUT, I had to eat ALL of all three.

So I am paying the price of my foolishness.

The waiters were surprised to see me refuse a strawberry tart in order to finish the potato skins.

Everyone has his own tastes, I guess.

Life Goes On

I got a midnight phone call.  I am a Great-Grandfather.

My grand-daughter, who has been expecting a girl, delivered a boy.  There are still some surprises in the process, it seems. This is my first great-grandchild.

Being a new great-grandfather is not going to cut an ice around the old folks home.  Great-grandchildren are as common as fleas around here. One of my tablemates had a great-grandson serving in the army in Uzbekistan.  I didn't even know we had an army in Uzbekistan.  His great-grandson was awaiting his return to see his son, tablemate's great-great-grandson.

I did beat tablemate, Wilma, in the great-race.  Her grand-daughter is expecting.  Will be Wilma's first great-grandchild, too. 

And earlier in the evening, I got to deliver news that I received e-mail that Cousin Bertha is a great-grandmother.  Again.  Her grand-daughter in Costa Rica delivered a boy, too.  Those two new babies, my great-grandchild and Bertha's great-grandchild are Fourth Cousins.

I had three or four living great-grandparents when I was born, but only got to know one of them. 

My five grand-children respectfully call me "Grandfather", not "Grandpa" or "Grampaw".  I hope I live long enough to have my first great-grandchild call me "Great-grandfather".  I will call him "Kid". . 

Just a Little Growl

Not my usual mddle-of-the-night rant.  Just a little growl because I feel so much better.

Ah, the "golden years".  I was up FOUR times during the night to go to the bathroom.  And that is GOOD night. 

I had a "treatment" on my prostate last Monday and have been knocked out all week.  If "treatment" makes you feel this bad, woe is he who has to do without it.

Anyway, here I am, on my way back to bed, and looking foreward to a couple more hours sleep

Morning:  Eight hours sleep is not all it is cracked up t be.  Had my eight, less bathroom time, and still wake up logey and disoriented. 

It is going to be a good day, eventually..

Btain Teaser

There is a new trivia game in which contestants have to research the answer.  Sounds like fun. 

Here are two sports questions for which I DO NOT KNOW THE ANSWER. 

Ifyyou know the answers, or can look them up, let's hear from you.

1,  What was he first year in which college football allowed unlimited substitutions?

2.  What was the first year in which college football was allowed the "forward pass"?

No prizes.  Just a chance to show how smart you are or how well you can look things up,

Oh, You Poor Cold Folks

Six thrity, got so tangled in my blankets, I had to get up.  Glad I live in snow free California

Hang in there, friends.  TV shows me how miserable I could be.

Who Am I?

What a strange phenomenon.  To say your name, and not recognize who that is.  Just happened to me.

In bed,  I was reading Michael J. Fox's book about his life as an actor before Family Ties.  He was negotiating a seven figgure salary while standing in a phone booth without fundss to buy a chicken dinner that cost less than two dollars. 

I so identified with the twenty something year old Fox, that I suddenly felt I was twenty, in an eighty two year old body, prostate problemss, vision problems, diabetes problems, and insomnia.

For a brief moment of two I literally did not know who I was.

I got up and took my blood pressure...about normal for me, but very fast  pulse.  I felt light headed.  I took my blood sugar.  Took four attempts to get the meter to work...four stabs on the finger.  I got a reading that I considered low.  So I called the caregiver here at the old folks home.  She brought me an apple, and orange, and some orange juice. 

   It is sure nice to live in assisted living faciltiy and have people to help when you feel scared and helpless.  I discovered some peanut butter in the refrigerator.  I ate it by the spoonful.

   I feel better.  Well, enough to write this...but not enough to proof read it... you'll have to take me as I am,  Whoever that may be.

Chuck...three am, Friday morning.