I'm really proud that I have produced 168 blogs since August. It's not very easy to decide each day what you have to write about that might prove of interest to any reader. Of course family would have an interest; but what about non-family...friends? Or even strangers? 168 blogs might even comprise another book. But then who would ever buy it. It's just a journal and it's all history. But, nevertheless, even if no one reads it, it's good therapy for me to write, since whatever I used to do, comes difficult to do anymore. My neighbor, Billy, says he was depressed the other day, and I advised him to pick up his hammer and build something. Bill says he only feels "alive" when he is doing something with his hands. I can understand that; he's a "hands" person, and I'm a "verbal" person. Except when I'm at dinner with "hands" people. It seems that as soon as "hands" people go out to dinner, the hammer and nails go out the window and they become verbal people. I don't mind; I believe I'm a good listener and I cease to become verbal and sort of fade into the background. Especially if I have no interest in the subject and the "hands" people drone on and on.
Today I was honored to attend the City of Hope Donors' Luncheon I mentioned the other day. It was held at a posh country club in Boca and the buffet offered salmon, chicken salad, egg salad, and tuna salad along with fresh Romaine lettuce for a garden salad. But disappointingly so, I don't eat any of those things. Fortunately they did offer bagels, so I enjoyed some bagel and butter and a glass of water. I never thought that at a function where my wife is president, I'd have to eat bread and water. I asked the waiter who may or may not have a green card if I could get a diet coke. He said it would be $5.50. I told him that I can't imagine what a regular coke would cost; but I don't think he got the joke.
Tomorrow Rhoda and I are entered in the Senior Olympics as athletes in a Canasta tournament. I have been lifting decks of cards now for a couple of weeks in training for the event and got so good at it, I graduated to lazy susans. I got to the point where I could lift 104 cards in one hand and the lazy susan in the other. Rhoda has been my trainer and she has admonished and warned me on several occasions that I am not supposed to talk during the game. I will let you all know how it turns out, since we were not able to convince ESPN to televise it. Hoyle would have been the color commentator; but unfortunately--I believe he's dead.
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