Today the pool therapy thing proved to be a big bust...like I've said in previous blogs, "Nothing works." No, I do not mean to imply that I went through the treatment and didn't get "cured." What happened is that we got a call from the Y this morning saying that the pool was "broken" and that it was hoped to be repaired by Friday, my next appointment. So, I went back to sleep and didn't get out of the bed until noon. By the time I took my medication, read the sports section and my e-mail it wasn't until 1:30pm that I had my breakfast. What a life! My next "job" was to proof read the City of Hope's newsletter. I'm responsible for that each time the newsletter comes out. I don't get paid, but hopefully I get "donor" credit. (I'm not sure what that is; except it's a female thing). But I'm certain it's something that cannot be deposited in your bank.
A brand, spanking, new library opened about a month ago, here on Hagen Ranch Rd. right nearby. I guess Rhoda could walk there. She loves books and libraries. I went over there and gave them a copy of "Memoirs" to put on a shelf, since I do live in the neighborhood. I haven't any idea of what's happened to it. I guess I'll go over there one day and check on it. If it hasn't reached a shelf, I'll retrieve it and donate it to some other poor library. I don't know how they can call it a "library" if it doesn't have a copy of my book. Actually, I just published a new version of it: a black and white copy with grandson Adam's designed cover and dedicated to my unit in Dunkeswell, Fleet Air Wing 7, and to Hal Mack, the only other living member of my air crew. The other copy with Adam's cover has the same text, but all the images are in full color. There is also an 8x10 Memoir with a hard cover--also in full color, but it costs about 60 bucks. It has only sold one copy--I own it. But some people are buying the book and the proof is that I recently got a royalty check! What a life! ...
Well, Ike has taken a left turn away from these parts and it looks as though Rhoda will make her flight to New York after all. She wants to visit her granddaughters...and who can blame her. She is leaving on Thursday and returning on Monday--a week from today. Following that event, and speaking of granddaughters, Robin is coming here on Friday and leaving next Tuesday--by all standards, a lengthy stay. I'm not sure what we are going to do; I don't think she likes casinos, and she's not an avid movie goer...so I don't know what's left...except eating and talking. We certainly are not going to talk politics, since I don't believe she is going for Obama and OBiden. I can't blame her if she votes Republican; I fully understand where she is coming from. After all, Jeb gave her the top VA job in Florida, and his bro made her an Undersecretary of the VA for Memorial Affairs. And daddy Bush was quite supportive of her when she lost her husband, Rich to terrorists in Lebanon. He even mentions her in his book. Can't blame her for being loyal. Loyalty is a good thing. Even Aristotle would agree in his "Golden Mean". Disloyalty is an extreme deception of sorts; adoration is an extreme conception of sorts; but loyalty is a golden good. Am I wrong? Nah.
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