HI. We had a really pleasant evening last nite with the Bergers, Bev & Bill (she made it known that she prefers her name first). Went to Sal's Italian restaurant. I had spaghetti and meat sauce, and what the others had is not really important right now. The good news is that the food was fine, the bad news is that I got stains on my very new designer shirt that Rho bought for me "just like this" (no occasion). Now I have no idea how the stains got there because I tied the napkin around my neck. Food stains uncannily find their way onto my shirt, no matter what I do. If I ate without a shirt the stains would somehow show up on the shirt in my closet. Last nite was also pickontheredbaron nite. Three against one. They wanted me to go walk in the pool to see if that would help my "claudication" leg problems. I reiterated for the 10th iterated time that it was too much of a hassle to go to the pool every day. First and last of all the bathing suit I wore here 25 years ago would only fit on one leg now. So, let's not go down that road anymore.
Now, Rho, whom I love dearly said she would make me nova, eggs, and onions this Sunday morning. So, when I finally got out of bed at 11:30 for breakfast, it was seen that the new stove had nothing on it, and she was busying herself with doing laundry and sundry other chores. When I suggested that I was ready for the nova, eggs, and onions, she suggested back that she was not running a restaurant, and that she already had finished making nova, eggs, and onions for herself a couple of hours earlier. Now, I need some comments on this matter. A promise should be fulfilled and the restaurant should have reopened. Anyway, I made my own breakfast with coffee and cream cheese on an English muffin. (To comment, just click on the word "comments" and then follow the directions).
I read in the paper this morning that several high school and prep school baseball players who were high in the draft were given signing bonuses of $2,000,000! Right out of high school! I figured out that for me to have made two million dollars in my working days, I would have to have averaged some $40,000 a year for 50 years. Now, what's the lesson and moral of this story for the next generation of parents? As soon as your baby is in the crib, drop in a basketball, a baseball, a bat, a soccer ball, a tennis racket, and ice skates. Put away the Bar/Batmitzvah and college money, and then watch what happens. Have a nice day.
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This is my darling's usual problem on Sunday AM and every day of the week. He sleeps until very late morning and then expects me to rearrange my schedule to suit him. Now, my day begins at 7:00am, up, lite breakfast and an hour of aerobic excercise. Home, shower and off to do my thing, shopping, meetings, cards, etc. He likes to sleep late and I like to fill my day with fun things. Am I suppose to change? I think not. If my darling would get up at a reasonable hour, around 9:30-10am then I would be more then happy to make him breakfast, etc. And yes, the dr. said that he should get some excercise and lose weight, neither of which my darling is interested in doing. It's his life and he has to be the one to do the work. That is if he wants to.
Everybody go back and read Aug. 16: "A Hopeless Case ...etc." Add the word "sleep" to all the other things I wrote that I do. I got up 6am or so every day all my working days. Now, at 83 am I not entitled to the luxury of sleeping late in the morning? Huh? Obviously, I don't expect my darling to "change" or to wait around to make breakfast for me. I make my own breakfast every day. That's if I have breakfast at all. She knew I was 14 years older than she when we married, so I'd like to be around to see what kind of exercise she'll be doing 14 years from now! Yeah, that'll be something to see! Ha!
While I "could" get in the middle of this little "spat" about wake up times, I love BOTH of you to much to even dip my toe in that ocean.
luv ya both
Jon (and others who will write nothing) have the right idea, but I am not always so wise, so...
1) Just because someone made a "promise" doesn't mean it's open-ended; there sometimes has to be a cutoff point.
2) If it is known that a darling sleeps late Sunday mornings, then that should be taken into account when making an offer and following through.
3) The bottom line is better communication: "I'll make you a nice breakfast for you tomorrow morning, but the kitchen closes at 10:00." There you go.
As for the exercise issue, I certainly understand that you don't want to do some (most) exercises, and you want to eat what you want, not what you should. Everyone should respect your request, and not bring up the topic again. However, you, in turn, must not bring up the topic of how your legs hurt, or any other of the ills that might be resolved through exercise and diet. It's a fair trade. Don't tell; don't ask.
Hi JR I appreciate your comments and tho they may not be wise, they are well meant. I don't know who got the idea that exercise and diet is going to "resolve" the problem with my legs. That will not happen. I do not "bring up
the topic" of my legs hurting to anyone unless someone asks me how they are and when I tell them, I'm told to exercise, et cetera. I think every family member should
do a daily blog so we can know what's going on in each other's lives. As far as my blogs are concerned, it's my "journal" or "diary" if you will, and most of what I write is "tongue in cheek" and need not be taken literally. Rho and I
are definitely not "spatting" as Jon suggests. She just wants the best for me, and I understand her concern. But she can't know how my body feels or what my
mind tells me. My mobility and "life style" are being limited, and I'm not happy about it; but I'll handle it in my own way as I've handled all the other
traumas in my life.
Ah, I am finally asked to participate in solving a problem that will make this life better for someone. For years, I have been desperately hoping that I will be called upon to solve one of life’s greatest riddle or assisting world governments to achieve lasting peace. Instead, I find myself in a decaying body, dormant brain and the world completely ignoring the talents that I so wish that I possessed.
Now, at last, my friends, Rhoda and Norman (or is the billing Norman and Rhoda?) have given me the opportunity to display the verbiage that prompt the Ross’s to declare before starting our early bird meals, to shut up and sit down and finish my trite speech on how lucky I am to be in the company of such erudite folk as them.
The means to arrive at a solution for the hours of the Ross “restaurant” to be opened can be fulfilled by the reenactment of the latest TV shows that are the newest rage in Cable. In order to gain the audience of legitimate fight fans, ala boxing matches, this contest takes two men, encircles them in a chain link fence, and allows any and all methods that will promote unconsciousness, broken bones or other mayhem. Kicking, kneeing and all regulations are thrown out and the fight will end when one is unresponsive or when one yells “enough”.
The show has various titles, including “Iron Men”, “No Rules Fight”, “Gladiator”, Two Schmucks in a Ring”, and various other titles.
I propose that Norman and Rhoda duke it out in this manner. Each of them have skills and inadequacies that will cancel each other and make the fight even. Norman is older than Rhoda which will enable Rhoda due to her lithe and spry movements. Just an even fight to make the day a success.
I also love Norman and Rhoda dearly, and I will volunteer the Huntington Lake Clubhouse for the venue. The purses will go to a local Charity. What say? We can be in the forefront of a new activity for Senior Citizens.
Mike: You always come up with these ingenious solutions to the problems indigenous to senior citizens. You are the most solutionist guy I know, and I am fortunate that we are friends. Now, how do we get the dent out of my passenger door?
How does someone put coffee and cream cheese on an English Muffin?
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