Superannuated

   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?