"What hath this day deserved? What hath it done That it in golden letters should be set Among the high tides in the calendar?" (King John)

Today's the day we brought home Rhoda's new Malibu. The Dashboard looks like it comes straight from an aircraft. There are a plethora of buttons on the steering wheel with different logos on each one, and if I drove it, I'd first need a college course to learn which button to press in order to get the function I want. The clock was about 8 minutes fast and when I went to look for the buttons that would fix the time, I failed to find them. Of course, Rhoda drove the car home and she said it was "scary". To complicate matters, we had rain showers every few miles. When Rho inquired about how often the oil needs to be changed she was told there's a device on the panel that starts out reading 99%. When it gets down to 0% it's time to change the oil. With the mileage that she drives, it will probably get to zero after 6 months. The salesman said that was no problem...save our money and change whenever it hits zero. Besides that, up under the rear view mirror is the "On Star". When you press a button you are asked the address you want to get to and then when you answer you get turn by turn directions as you drive! She also has "XM" radio which has about a zillion stations. I can go on and on about what's in that car, but I don't want to bore you. Now she has her birthday, anniversary, valentine's day, mother's day present. Good, because I cannot afford to buy a card except maybe in the Dollar Store.

News about the grandchildren: Hannah Ross (Joel's daughter) and her mother, Barbara went to London because Hannah was giving a show of her photography for som fashion magazine. At the same time, Sean (Bonny's son) will be giving a second showing of his paintings in California. I would assume these two are well on their way to success with their individual talents. If one has such talents, it should be coveted and nourished as hard as one can.

I'm still fascinated at the prospect of having a woman or a black man as the nominee of the Democratic party. Hillary has the experience which helps her to debate so well, and Barack has the charisma that mesmerizes his audiences. As far as their becoming the "Dream Team" as President and Vice President, it will never happen. I believe either one will be able to win the election, but like Colin Powell said at his interview with Wolf Blitzer (?) I haven't decided who I'll vote for...but it will not be McCain.

"She has a good face, speaks well, and has excellent good clothes." (Pericles IV ii) ...and a new car. (Baron)

I am very happy to report that yesterday we finally (after 13 years!) bought a new car for Rhoda, and it's a beauty...a 2008 Chevrolet Malibu LT. The color is an amber metallic and the interior is two-tone dark and light amber cashmere. The car is equipped as follows:

Color1: Cashmere Metallic TRIM COMBINATION CLOTH, MED CASHMERE I
Package:
ENGINE GAS, 4 CYL, 2.4L, MFI, ALUM, DOHC, HO, ECOTEC
TRANSMISSION AUTO 4 SPD, HMD, 4T45-E
Seat Adjuster: 6 way

Power Pedal Adjuster
Remote Vehicle Start System - Key Fob
Floor Mats - Premium, Carpet Frt, Rr & Trunk
Pedals, Power Adjustable Power Convenience Package
Package: Premium Mat Package

Radio, Digital Audio \'S\' Band (XM Radio)
OnStar Navigational System

I wasn't exactly born yesterday; it's not the first time I haggled a price for a car, and I'm sure I got the best deal for this car than I could anywhere else or however else. I still own my '99 Malibu with 73,000 miles which I bought over the internet as I did Rhoda's car and strangely enough at the same dealer in Riviera Beach. We are going to pick the car up tomorrow. The traditional rite for new cars is to toss some coins on the floor mats, so you out there let's get with it and send some coins to this address. Needless to say, but I'll say it anyway, Rhoda is a very happy lady. I told her if she's more comfortable driving my car, I'll trade with her. She rejected the offer.

On the Sunday, the 17th of this month there is going to be an Arts & Crafts show at the clubhouse. It's a very good showcase for the people in Huntington Lakes with various talents in painting, sculpting, ceramics, needlework, etc. I asked the director of the show if she considered writing an art or craft and she said absolutely. Therefore I'm going to set up a table with a sampling of my Memoirs and poetry books and see if I can sell one. Ha! Ha!

"If you can look into the seeds of time, And say which grain will grow and which will not, Speak then to me." (Macbeth)

Now that my computer is up and running and happy again, so am I up and trying to walk, and happy again. Yesterday and today we were busy trying to find a new car for Rhoda. She has been driving a 1995 Cavalier and it now has almost 61,000 miles on it. That turns out to be 4700 miles a year. It looks new; the paint has not faded, and the interior does not show any signs of wear except for the sun shades. We brought it to CarMax today and an appraiser spent about a half hour checking everything on it. Finally the agent said they would pay $1500 for the car, which is about what I expected. I don't think we can get that on a trade-in for a new car. We are shopping for a Chevrolet LT Malibu, and it will probably go over $21K with the options Rhoda wants and needs...like power windows, seats, and pedals. I've been busy on the internet looking for that car, but the strange thing is that of all the dealerships that sell Malibus there arent too many around; Maroone the largest dealer only had one Malibu in the lot and I haven't heard from any dealer who has more than two in their lot.

Shopping for a car is not a lot of fun. There should be some kind of federal law that requires dealers to sell their cars for no more than $300-$500 above the invoice price. Many people try to bargain down from the MSRP price...the sticker price...rather than bargaining up from the invoice price...what the dealer paid for the car. When the sales person escorts you into his office it seems like you're going to hear that you have a terminal disease from a doctor. The whole process of negotiating is intimidating, mind boggling, confusing, confrontational, and torturous. When you get his "rock bottom" price, you learn there are a couple of thousand more things to be added on like state tax, license fees, dealer's "destination" fee (?), and then you need to max out your credit card if you agree to buy the car at that "rock bottom" price. And so shopping for a car is like going "...into the eternal darkness; into fire and into ice" (Dante)

To change the subject, last nite, watching the primary results was very interesting...at times even exciting. We heard McCain's speech, Hillary's and Obama's. Obama's speaking skills are electifying. The man exudes charisma and leadership qualities. He seems "Presidential". Rhoda felt that he reminded her of JFK. Admitting that his experience is lacking, the Presidency often makes the man...or the woman! There is a while to go yet; I haven't decided which Democrat to support but I will surely vote for the Democrat on the ticket. If it were not for FDR I wouldn't be where I am now.

"Mea flamma me gubernat per aquam frigidam."

Happy Super Bowl Day. It's indoors all day for me and I can't wait for Billy Berger to get up here to hook up my healthy computer so that I can dump this lap top. If you're going to watch the game, root for my bet: Patriots --12 and Under 53.5. It means I win if the Patriots win by more than 12 points and if the total score is under 53.5. I bet a whole $5 on each of those factors. I don't have too much money left after Friday's party. Those who read this and who wonder why they were not invited: I only invited neighbors from our building and people who were in our show last year--and so that Rhoda would have someone from her family here, I invited her cousins, Sandy and Irwin. Rhoda has so many friends who love her I would have had to hire the Superdome for the party, and taken out a bank loan to equal the national debt. Her sister, Geri, was invited, but she went up north to see a new granddaughter.

For those who are puzzled by the Latin title of this blog, it refers to a quotation that my grandson (the surfer-artist) Sean Tully wants to tattoo on his body. In translation it means "...my fire steers me through the frigid waters". I don't know where he picked that up, but I can surely understand how and what he feels about it. Unfortunately, I don't think there's room anywhere on his body for that tattoo except across his ass. And who would read it except while lying prone atop a significant other with a mirror on the ceiling. And even then it would read ass backwards. But boys will be boys.

Have a nice day and may the better team win--(by more than 12 pts.)

"Sic Atur Ad Astra"

I'm still using this balky laptop which keeps freezing up everytime I try to go to another site. Then I have to reboot it in order for me to get here. But from here it won't allow me to go anywhere else. So I just minimize this and play Jewel Quest offline. If this laptop is an example of all laptops, I prefer to take it over my knee. Anyway, my own computer which expired and buried has risen like Lazarus from the grave and is sitting on my den floor waiting for Billy B. to come up and plug in all the plugs. I don't do that sort of work; I'm just a poet.

Rhoda celebrated her birthday today in fine style. She lunched with our neighbor, Judy B. at First Watch Cafe in Boca. She had a free meal birthday coupon which she printed off the internet. For dinner we are having franks and beans and then we'll be off to see Bruce Adler in a show at the clubhouse. The mail today included a dozen or so birthday cards inside of which were some generous gift cards. Rhoda is a very, very popular gal around these parts.

Also in the mail...I mean the email today was a letter from Lulu (the publisher) which surprised me. I'll share it with you.

Dear Norman Ross:

Your assigned ISBN has been accepted by Bowker and listed in the Books In Print > > ISBN: (978-0-6151-7091-6} > Title: {SHADOWS in the SUNSET} That means the information on your book is now available to all the companies in the book world that access Books In Print. (Trust us, that's a lot of > companies.) Plus, as part of the Published service, we're in the process of sending details about your book to our own network of print partners not to mention other major international databases that provide information and services up and down the book supply chain. All the way up, in fact, to places like Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Ingram Book Company, Nielsen BookData in the UK and others!

You can expect to see your work listed on retail sites within the next six weeks, but remember that each bookseller controls its own process.

Now you're an officially recognized published author. And you're global! > > Congratulations, > > Lulu

Whheeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Thus one goes to the stars; such is the way to immortality"

"Those friends thou hast and their adoption tried, grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel." (Hamlet)

Well, we pulled it off. A surprise party for Rhoda was actually a surprise. There were 21 people in the Piazza de Italia in a private room. Neighbors, some relatives, and some people from our show, My Fair Lady. Everyone was compatible and "three sheets to the wind"...so they say. The food and service was fabulous, and I left a 20% gratuity. When we got home, Rho had a great time opening birthday cards with gifts to various places like Macy's, Maggiano's, Chicos, Movico, and etc. Very imaginative people, and we are very fond of all of them.

This afternoon I had an appointment with my neurologist because I wanted to get a prescription for a motorized scooter so that I would save on the taxes. I told him I had tremors in my hands and that I had problems writing my name on credit card bills and also writing letters in the little boxes that come with xword puzzles. He said it was due to one of medications I'm taking and nothing to really worry about--and definitely not Parkinson's. So now besides getting some new wheels for Rhoda, we'll get some new wheels for me. A scooter beats sitting in a wheelchair as far as I'm concerned and it will definitely be required on our cruising of Scandinavia next July.

Today I also got some good news about my computer. The disease wasn't terminal after all. I'll pick it up tomorrow and my very good friend, Billy Berger, said he would hook it up for me. After all, he's a handy man and I'm merely a poet.

"New customs, though they be never so ridiculous,... yet they are followed." (Henry VIII)

Today we went to Costco to pick up a few things like pine nuts and lamb chops. When we got there we were fortunate to find a parking space as close to the entrance as we've ever been and right in front of the entrance was one of those scooters that you often see Methusala's riding like bumper cars on a hot summer

day in Coney Island. It sat there saying to me "Ride me, idiot, or walk painfully through the store". Not caring to be considered an idiot, and not too fond of pain, I got into the contraption and scooted around the store with Rhoda at my side directing traffic around the myriad of humongous shopping carts. It was indeed a learning experience. We might even buy one of those things for our cruise next July. We may even get one for our bus trip to Biloxi in April. A blue one. Not the bus, but the scooter. I'm partial to blue. I'm going to start collecting stickers for it.

As we made our way toward the pine nuts isle, we stopped at a long table, where some elderly guys were dishing out free samples of thin-crusted pizzas. They weren't bad at all, but the box was way too big to keep in our freezer, so we just munched on a few more pieces and went on our way. Every few feet there were guys handing out free food samples. You could come here for lunch any day and not spend a penny. I don't doubt that some King's Pointers might have to do that these days. Too bad there wasn't a place like this during the Great Depression. We finally got to the pine nuts and they were damned expensive as everything else is here in So. Florida. Every dinner out seems to cost $37--although we did eat at Wendy's the other night for $8.03. Pine nuts remind me of the days of my youth when my mother used to buy Indian nuts. Indian nuts were the same size as pine nuts, only you had to bite off the shell. When I finished eating about a dozen of them, I had a pimple on my tongue.

We're still without our own computer, and I frankly don't know what's happening with it. I haven't heard from the computer doctor. The laptop I'm using now appears to need a psychiatrist. It constantly freezes up and demands rebooting. Here am I pushing 84 and I have to learn a whole new language for machines--like viruses, trojans, spyware, uploads, downloads, booting up, shutting down, email...reminds me of WWII when we had "V-Mail"...a lot slower, but more American.