Today I had a date with the dermatologist because I have a squamous cell carcinoma on each arm. These are about a dozen of those I've already had in the past few years. Fortunately, in 1982 when I retired, I bought a Cancer Insurance policy for which I pay $46 a year. With the lab reports and doctor's bills they require when you make a claim, I've gotten paid several thousand dollars already! I expect for these two I had taken out today I should get at least $750. I really don't know anyone else who has such a policy, and I don't have a clue as to why I bought it.
When I got home, I got a call from the Biker Son saying that he and his brother the Spy Son were coming to spend a couple of days with me which came as a shock and a surprise, since they haven't been able to get down here for a long time; the last time they all came was when I was performing in "Pirates of Penzance" here in our clubhouse in February, 2003. So it will be a joy for me to see them when they get here next Sunday. Maybe we'll have a catch or play stickball; what else can 80+ year old fathers do with 50+ year old sons? Maybe they'll like some casino action or some basketball. I know we'll have a lot of fun talking about things past.
As of late, I've been playing house husband...or First Gentleman. Rhoda is out all day, most every day at meetings, luncheons, or the beauty
parlor. Since I no longer can play golf, here I am in the apartment making the bed, emptying the dishwasher, taking out the garbage, getting the mail, picking up the comforter at the coin laundry....and sundry other un-husbandlike chores. Now that I've finished my book I spend my spare time writing this blog. However, I have been thinking about writing another book...fiction...either about Spinoza or Aristotle. They led fantastic and fascinating lives. I may have to do a bunch of research to make up a plot. I believe there may be an audience out there for a book about one of those guys. Which guy shall I do? Or not?
parlor. Since I no longer can play golf, here I am in the apartment making the bed, emptying the dishwasher, taking out the garbage, getting the mail, picking up the comforter at the coin laundry....and sundry other un-husbandlike chores. Now that I've finished my book I spend my spare time writing this blog. However, I have been thinking about writing another book...fiction...either about Spinoza or Aristotle. They led fantastic and fascinating lives. I may have to do a bunch of research to make up a plot. I believe there may be an audience out there for a book about one of those guys. Which guy shall I do? Or not?
3 comments:
I have to compliment you. You do make a wonderful First Gentleman and an even better house-husband. I am home every evening to have dinner with you, either home or out, you have the best of both worlds and a very happy wife.
Yes, yes -- write a (an?) historical novel!
Dear Wife, your being so happy makes it really difficult for me to maintain my normal mien of depression.
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