Wear Pants with Deep Pockets

A little late today with this blog...or as Marilyn Silverstein calls it my "blob" which she says is a little better than my "slob". But she's so sweet, she can call it anything she wants. I'm amazed she's even reading these. Also, I'm grateful that she has been a customer; she actually bought a copy of my book. Now all she has to do is read it. I hope it has the same effect on her that the blogs have: Quote--"They make me smile, and sometimes even laugh!" Thatzanize!

Well, if you read yesterday's news, you can continue with this; if not, go back and read it or a lot of this won't register. We met Meg Machado-Garshol and her husband Knute down in Hallandale...a 45 minute jaunt. It's a really strange union; a Brazilian and a Norwegian...but it works. They have an apartment right on the intra-coastal. On the breezeway entrance, you can see the ocean; on the terrace you can see the intra-coastal and all the yatches. As I indicated yesterday, Magda was an exchange student of mine back in 1967-68 and stayed with us for awhile after she graduated. She sings like a nightingale and just came out with a new CD album called "Voyage to Vera Cruz". She sings and Douglas Lora accompanies on guitar. Anyway, we had a good time going over the old times; then we went to a Thai restaurant called "Oishi Thai". We had been there before and enjoyed it. I felt adventurous and went for a new dish called "Pad Kee Mao" which consisted of thick noodles, beef, pork, shrimp, and red and green peppers. I couldn't finish it, so it'll be done again tonight.

When the time came to say goodnight, a horrible thing happened!
I put my hand in my pocket and found that my car keys had disappeared. For an instant it flashed across my mind that Rhoda and I could sleep in the car (I had a key to open the doors), and then have it towed 45 miles home for maybe $5000. But then my college education kicked into high gear, and I figured if I called AAA they could come and start the ignition. Meanwhile, Meg went upstairs to look around and call the restaurant. No luck. Knute had looked in his car where I sat and didn't find the keys; however, he went back a second time and found them under my seat. When he arrived with the keys, I had an orgiastic euphoric tidal wave of endorphins. And so it went....until we were on I95 and I realized another loss; the volume control for my hearing aids! It's a silver device the size of a cigarette lighter, and it was missing. The tidal wave of endorphins disappeared in a wave of shame and despair. This had to be a confluence of stupidity and geriatrics. When I got home I emailed Magda, and then this morning I called her and Knute found the device under my seat again.
Well, I don't mean by "again" that he found the device for a second time; it's just bad sentence construction which I do not have the patience to reconstruct.

I'm a little late with this blob because I brought my car in for a wash and wax, Rhoda had to have a cat scan, and we had to wait for a guy to come and fix our kitchen light fixture. I'm happy to say all three things have been done. And now; are you ready for some FOOTBALL? (It's Monday night)