SADNESS AND JOY

I have got to have a motivational reason to get moving in the morning. You know, like someone else is making me breakfast. I wake pretty good. Usually well rested and somewhat coherent. But, Lord help me, I want to sit around in my PJ’s (read boxer shorts and a T-shirt), have a cup of coffee, catch up on the news (internet), check my mail, make breakfast and eat slowly. I am rarely in a hurry. Well, there are days I’m in a rush, but this was not one of them.

I’m sitting at my computer working a puzzle (like the computer puzzles you can do in 5 minutes), still in my boxer shorts when there is a knock on the door. It is 8:10 a.m. (Yeah, I know – that’s late for some of your, but I’m retired) I’m not dressed yet, I shout. Come to the door. I need to talk to you. I answer the door, standing mostly behind it. I have nice boxer shorts and assumed she had seen an old man’s partial leg and cool boxers before. But it sounded serious. It was. Janet passed away early this morning. I’m torn. I will greatly miss her. She brought us all great joy. But she got her wish and she is with her husband and God. Good for her.

I was already having trouble walking. Had no idea what I have done to my left foot, but it hurt. I even wondered if I it was broke. I asked my chiropractor this morning if he would check my foot. He said, what’s wrong — you don’t like stripes? Cheap joke. It has always turned in and twist has gradually got worse. I’m partially walking on the side. He gave me stretching exercises to use to loosen up those muscles. Just another thing I need to do to attempt to keep mobile. Just another thing to ignore!

Coffee was interesting. My namesake was present. Haven’t seen him down there before. Some things were said yesterday that have some how made him feel like I’m the go to man for all his problems, and he has many. I spent a fair amount of time trying to drill into him who to call and what to do. I feel l sorry for him, but he should not be here. He needs a lot of help. He has taken to calling out his window with profanity at every loud noise. It should get crazy around here if it ever warms up and the windows are left open.
I came back to my place to work on the August calendar. I have a web site I love. It lists special days. I decided to set up a night to make s’mores on National Toasted Marshmallow Day and have scheduled paper airplane races on National Aviation Day, You would be amazed what ideas these days bring. Mostly dumb.

I felt a little sad that I BBQed (read warmed up) 30 pounds of ribs yesterday and never got to taste them. They were all taken inside before I snagged one off the plate. I wandered out to sit on the front porch and feel the weather warming up. It’s headed to 90 by Thursday (I hear – Ha, what do they know). Maria told me there were a few pieces still in the kitchen. She precooked the rib and did an incredible job. So I went to steal them and got caught. I’m glad I never chose burglary as an occupation. I would have spent my whole life in jail.