Brave New World

Yesterday Rhoda went to play cards, and I went to the casino. I played for about two or three hours and lost $10 an hour on the ten cent and five cent slots. There must be a trick to it, so I'll look it up on google. Then I'll go back to get my money. Yesterday, we both went to see "Wall-E" a sci-fi animated hi-tech movie which went on for about two hours with two words of dialogue: "Wall-E" and "Yvonne." That's it, folks--the only two words in the movie! (Well except for some obese military alien). Wall-E is an Earth bound robot, and Yvonne is a female robot from another world. The two of them fall in love and keep pronouncing each other's name to make sure they don't forget I presume. The visual effects were terrific until the animators went crazy and it got boring. I believe the geniuses who made this film must have had a few beers before they finished it. The final scenes were kind of sophomoric in that the guys and/or gals animators seemed to be showing off what they could do with computerized effects and forgot about a story line or the audience snoozing.

Speaking of special effects, I'm going to learn how to put together my scooter. It's like a Rubik Cube. Since Rho is an expert, I will learn from her, and when I can take it apart, put it in the trunk of my car, and then put it together again I will become a free man. A new man. As you may have gathered I have become depressed over the loss of my mobility. I have become more or less house bound. I can't play golf anymore, nor walk my three miles a day, nor go to a mall myself, nor do anything requiring mobility. I know. I know. I've been told to walk in the pool--I don't want to. It's too much of a hassle.

I've been told to exercise in the gym--pump iron, I suppose. I don't want to. It's a big bore. I just would like to do the things I did before I became immobile. Not possible. My golfing buddies all died. I can't play racquet ball, or any kind of ball. Well, I've got the solution to the rest of my life. I'm going to imagine that I am a flower pot and in this pot grew two of my favorite flowers--the tulip and the rose. The tulip grew wonderfully well for many, many years and then withered. However the rose is still there--growing, waiting to bloom. I will become the rose in bloom (a Jewish name!), and bring joy and beauty to family and friends for the next 20 years. I will teach Shakespeare courses, I will write a novel. (Yes, I will). I will read philosophy and try to find a Latin class in one of the colleges. I will try to get a part time job in the library. I will not "wither on the vine" so to speak. (If something withers on the vine, it is destroyed very gradually, usually because no one does anything to help or support it.) I'm thankful for the word, "gradually".