"A soft answer turneth away wrath" (Proverbs)

I said I was "thinking" about abandoning this blog. I didn't mean to complain about no one reading it because I know people are reading it. I just felt kind of "left out" and that I was writing to a wall. I certainly do not expect a whole bunch of comments to my blog; so what was my problem? This is like a diary and I am Ann Frank; no one is supposed to read your diary, but this is really a biographical log...ergo "blog, and it can be read by 1 or a 100 unknown people. So, if I have something to get off my chest, I'll just do it here. Like today...

Today Rhoda had an appointment to get a flu shot at her doctor's office at 11am. I had to drive her because her eye doctor told her not to drive for a few days until the anathesia wears off. It's about a 3 minute drive to get there, but we met a lineup of cars letting people off and a very long line waiting to get inside. My car was just at the corner where I needed to make a right turn, and while I was stopped, this idiot in a big Lexus came barreling around to the left of the line and forced me to drive up onto the curb so as not to get hit by him. So I let Rho off and I drove right behind him until he parked his car. I waited till he got out and told him that he cut me off and everyone else waiting on the car line. He just ignored me and went for his own flu shot. Well, I went into "road rage" and I was not about to let him off that easy, so I took my car keys and scratched his car right above the door handle. It was a nice clean scratch and frankly I enjoyed looking at it. My rage was immediately deflated. No. I felt no remorse for having scratched his car. I parked my car and went over to the line and saw this idiot and I said to him, "Listen, sir, someone scratched your car but I don't know who did it."

Now, that was the first glitch in the day. The second one had to do with the lengthy line waiting for shots. The nurse gave Rhoda a form to fill out so that Medicare would pay for the shot. All the patients were given numbers; Rhoda's number was 211, and they were up to 170, so I told her we were going for breakfast, and by the time we were finished her number would be up.... pardon, I mean her number would be "called." And so we went to a nearby bagel place and had our breakfast. When we went back, the nurse said they were giving shots to numbers under 220, so it wasn't too long before she got out, and we could go home. What a lousy system they had. A lot of elderly people had to wait outside a long while in the heat. More idiots who came up with that system...but not the last of them.

I went to the post office yesterday and bought a Pre-paid Priority Mail envelope which cost $4.60. I used it to mail one of my books to a very good friend. Rather than go to the post office with the package, I just placed it by my mailbox for the postman to pick up. A few hours later when I went to get our mail, the package was there with a note on it that said, "You have to put postage on this package." GGrrrrrr! It's a PRE-PAID envelope idiot; it says so very cleary on the cover, but this idiot put a big rubber band around it which opened the seal. Now, I really have to go to the post office.

But, really, none of this morning's idiotic misadventures matters more than the regained eyesight of my happy wife. She did not like the temp reading glasses the doctor gave her, so we went into Walgreens and picked up a #2 lens 1/2 glasses that came with a little cover. She is ecstatic about how the cataract surgery came out this time. At dinner tonite, she said everything in the house is "so bright". Now this outcome makes it easier to deal with such matters that engender aggravation, irritation, exasperation, rage, wrath, and fury.