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It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood, rabbit rabbit. At the end of this month we will have finished half the year. That's mighty strong. I have to head over to 750 words dot com to write. I am overdue. In a hurry, as it were. It's okay. I have already eaten this morning and done all my morning things. I just have to shower and shave and dress and I'm off to do business. It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood. Today is the annual luncheon at the Federation. That's a big deal. I'm going to go. See you!
Once upon a time were exactly 100 words. If you read this, you will read exactly 100 words. The 100 words in this writing will be written in order of importance. There is nothing important about these 100 words. I don't know what to write about. I haven't a clue. It's not important. I have to get results. It's okay. I don't know how to love you. What to do, how to move you. I've been changed. Yes, really changed. I have resorted to quoting lyrics instead of writing. I can't stand this because I don't know what to do.
Man, oh man, I don't know what to do with myself on Sunday. It used to be the day that HRS and I used to do things together. But he doesn't want to do anything and it's affecting me. I don't want to wonder about wandering. Why? Because I wonder as I wander! That's a good way to fill up the sparks. I have no idea what is sparky and what is fiery. There is no reason for sparks to create fire. I don't know why I am even writing this. There is nothing left to do but go away.
I went to work today after three days off. It was a different kind of day. I worked very hard and I still got nothing done. It will be okay because I can still go back tomorrow and finish what I didn't get done today. This is not a good thing for tall and big guys like me. It's okay because we don't know what the future holds. There is no there there. I don't know what to do to finish this. There is no way to know what the future holds. We all have an expiration date but when?
50 years ago today that RFK was killed. It's really sad that I remember that so vividly. It's also sad that they're talking about things that happened 50 years ago and I was just a child. Why did I just tear up? It's because the Kennedy family was special. That's all in the past. The only ones who are left are spoiled rotten. If he had lived, life would be much different. I bet we wouldn't have that orange person in the White House. Oh well, that's life. I just have to accept it. I will to will thy will.
Happy Hump Day, y'all. It's a good week so far. Rain every day and so effing hot. It's hotter than the hinges of hell. That was a Helen saying. Gosh, I miss her! I miss Mommy, too. I miss all my friends who have gone to a better place. Where is that better place? Is it more than a dirt nap? I wonder. We shall never know until the day we have to do that. I am so saddened by the apparent suicide of Kate Spade. She was only 55 and left behind a 13-year-old daughter. Dead man.
I went to work early today because I am leaving early. Then bossy lady decided to call at 1600 when I was ready to leave. Sorry darling that will have to wait until Tuesday. Til Tuesday was an 80s hair band. I'm all over the place, writing this Thursday entry on Saturday morning. I have to play cat soup, puree, don't get left behind. Those were Wings lyrics. Cat's kittens was substituted in another chorus. I'm listening to Rotary Connection on my Echo Dot. I forgot just how much I loved that album! Okay, gotta run. Have a nice day.
Wow, what a cray cray day. It's all because the sister of HRS made an appearance. It was good to see her but she looked terribly fragile. I wonder if she will ever have her independence again. It's a real game changer. This was a bad fall and it happened at the hospital. I hope it resolves well. HRS is going to have kidney surgery on Monday. Oh my, that's been hanging over our heads for at least a full month. I'm supposed to go to Israel July 19. I will go away whether he is better or not. Peace.
Whew, here am I writing on the day of. That's so unique. I have an idea that I am not going to be able to write on Monday because HRS is having surgery and we have to be there at 0500. It's a shonda to the neighbors. We'll all be okay. That's what I choose to believe. I don't expect to be let down. I am going to get a chance to try it out. HRS will be gone for three to four days and then when he does get here, he will have limited capacity. I wonder what's future?
Going out to breakfast or brunch, depending on the time. Where to go? There are so many choices! It's completely cray. I have only eaten fruit this morning, plus two cups of cashew almond milk coffee. It's delish! I'm in a mood. I have to get up and get out of here to do. I'm done just sitting and doing nothing. Tomorrow is a game changer. I hope that things turn out okay. I know they will. It's going to be tough but it will work out. Just have to keep a stiff upper lip! That's the ticket. Yes sir!
HRS goes under the knife for kidney surgery. It was a complete success. He is in a great deal of pain but they didn't have to remove any part of his kidney. It was a growth next to it and they removed it and we'll soon see whether he is peeing better. That was what started the whole thing. He was having trouble peeing. So, we shall soon see if the operation was a total success. The best news is that he didn't have to have any part of his kidney removed. It was just a growth next to it.
I went to work today because I thought that HRS would be okay sleeping most of the day. Little did I know that people were going to be calling him and visiting. I can't do that again. He needs protection. People can be quite insensitive. When someone had major surgery, you don't need to see them immediately! People are a little unreasonable and selfish. Oh well, the beat goes on. I went to work today but I won't be going for the rest of the week because I got pied off at bossy lady. That's it. I may even quit!
Beware the Ides of June. That's just plain ridiculous. I am watching a TV show about fried chicken and it's making me nauseated. Americans eat 29 billion pounds of chicken every year. We are out of control. There is too much emphasis on meat. So many things that are out there are meat based. It's a shame because there are so many other things to eat. Oh well, I didn't come here to rant about meat eating. It's a dead horse, if you know what I mean. I prefer not to eat meat any more. It's a good thing, yeah.
Another day, another half dollar. I've got corn pudding, stewed tomatoes, spinach casserole and other goodies to deliver. Are you ready? There is much more to life than side dishes. These are all main dishes. That's right. We travel due west to the quaint small town to find paradise. It's so good. It's so good that I want to go back down on the farm. I'm the one that I want. Is that okay? I think so. That's the way of the crumbled cookie. It's all going to be okay. Can you smell what I'm cooking? It's gonna be delicious.
Friday - Just another manic Friday. I have a doctor appointment today. I got a call yesterday asking me to come in at 0900 and I completely forgot and went in at 1300 which was the original time I had scheduled. What was so strange was that I was able to see the doctor any way. I have to get busy. There is so much to be done. I am letting it slide. Letting the days go by. You know what I mean. It's just the way of the world. I know that things will be better someday. Soon, I hope.
What's the big deal about the middle of June? Nothing. It's just another time of the year. That's the ticket. We can get it together. I know it. It will all work out. I can feel that too. I just have to keep telling myself that it's all going to be okay. I'm going through a lot but it's all going to work out. I love lobster mac 'n' cheese! That's a little tidbit I threw in to my awfulizing rant. I'm gonna be okay. I keep telling myself that. It's all going to work out. Have a great day!
Sunday, and it's Happy Fathers Day. The #1 Son surprised us yesterday by showing up unexpectedly. We were both happy to see him. I went to dinner with him last night because HRS is still recuperating from his operation. Tomorrow he goes to the doctor for his follow up. We hope to get good news. Ricki came over this morning and saw HRS and JR and me. It was nice that she came over. I like this change in her behavior. She wouldn't come over for the longest time because she thought HRS did not like her. Just imagine that!
Why are robocalls out of control? It's a dilemma, that's for sure. What has happened? The telemarketers have figured out a way to spoof caller IDs. That's the ticket. Plus, when you try to call them back you get a recording that says that number is not in use. There you go! You done been spoofed once again. I don't want to do anything. I don't want to answer the phone. It's ringing. I'm letting it go. It's amazing how many times they let it ring! It used to be three rings and you're out! There's a new telemarketer now.
Oy, this is what happens when I don't write here. I'm a very bad person. I haven't written in a week. Please don't hate me because I'm beautiful. I'm watching the Big Bang Theory. I love that show. It's a great escape. I am going to go back to watching it now and write more later. That's the ticket. I only have to write 100 words, no more, no less. So I'm going to write the 100 words and then go back to watching TV. That's the way of the crumbled cookie. Things will work out just fine. You know.
I'm not happy right now. I just wrote a whole 100 words and it didn't save. I got that error message that you get when you're not signed in and it eats your words. Argh. Oh well, I'm just going to write another 100 words and continue going. That's all there is to it. It's the way of the crumbled cookie. If you are going to go the whole distance, then just do it and shut up about it. What's the use of worrying? What's the use of hurrying? What's the use of anything? Ho, hey ho. Ho, hey ho.
Happy day star day. It's the first day of summer. I hope you can handle that fact. I don't know what to write about so I'm just a rambling gambling man. That's the way of the crumbled cookie. I write that a lot. It's good filler. I hope to get through this social tasking soon. I have to live. It's time to go on a living spree. My digestive system used to make me feel sluggish. That was until I started eating a lot more vegetables. I need to get back into that schtick. It was really good for me!
It's a TGIF kind of day. I don't know what to do with myself. I never do. It just happens. Until one day when it won't happen any longer. I wonder if you get to attend your own funeral. Is it before they burn your body. Do you get to lay there dead so everyone can look at you one last time? I think that's not a good idea. I never did like seeing dead people in boxes. It's not a good thing. I'm not doing it. I'm going to burn, but they're not going to see me dead. No.
It's Saturday and that means that I have to go to Costco just to get gasoline in the car. I bought like $30 worth because I went for two weeks without getting fuel. I am going to do it again. I can go for two weeks when I had the old vehicle I had to go every week. Of course, that was when I was driving to Coconut Grove every day (and back home). Now I just drive like 15 blocks. It takes me about five minutes. That's the main reason I go there. Plus, it's only part time. Like!
Catchup, soup, puree. Don't get left behind. Do you remember sorta those words as lyrics to a Paul McCartney and Wings song back in the 70s? The good old days. I remember them so fondly. I love 70s music. It wasn't all good, but it seems to have been better than what passes for music these days. Theater music is still an offbeat beast. There is a limit to what one can listen to. I'm glad that I have an Alexa. She's so good to me. I like listening to old music. Not that old, because she can't find it!
Monday is good to me. Of course, every day is as good as it's ever gonna get. The days above ground are the good ones. It's good to be vertical. I miss my friends who have gone horizontal permanently. Today is a good day to die, but I'm not really in the mood. Maybe soon, or maybe much later. It's hard for me to imagine myself as a 90-year-old. I wonder if it could happen. I think to myself that I'm happy to have lived longer than Dear Old Dad. I have a few more years to go.
You gave me loving in the palm of my hand. You gave me something I understand. I can't tell you how I feel. My heart is like a wheel. Let me roll it. Let me roll it to you. Let me roll it. Let me roll it to you. I want to tell you and now's the time. I want to tell you that you blew me mind. I can't tell you how I feel. My heart is like a wheel. Let me roll it. Let me roll it to you. Let me roll it. Let me roll to you.
Humpty hump hump hump. Jet, I thought the lady was a suffragette. What the hell does that mean? It's just a simple rhyme. Some people say the world is full of silly love songs. It's okay. All I can think about is my trip to Israel at the beginning of next month for 10 days. I wish I were going for longer. I might change my reservations and stay a little longer. That's the ticket. It's my first time and many many people have told me that I won't want to come back. Well, that long-ass flight could be.
It's just another manic Thursday! I have to go to work and it's TGIF for me since I don't work tomorrow. Yay for small victories! Meanwhile, I have no idea what to write about. I suppose I could write about the Sun Basket meals I received. I cooked one yesterday and another one today. I have one more for tomorrow. They're quite pedestrian. I'm not a big fan. Plus they cost the earth. Lard have merry, they're like $15 each. For that much money, I expect someone to cook and serve and wash the dishes. That's the ticket. Oh boy.
I went with HRS to Bascom Palmer again today. It was no different than the other times we've been there. It takes 4-5 hours. And then we go across the street to Moe's Cantina and put on the feedbag. I was super hungry today, not having eaten since early this morning when I had an almond yogurt, a banana and two cups of cashew milk coffee. I did eat a banana while we were there. That held me over for a few minutes. But when we got out of there I couldn't wait to go get my vegan nachos!
Good bye month. But also there goes half the year. That means that we are at the time for mid year resolutions. That's an exercise for tomorrow. Today, we live. There is a good reason to live. I love life. That's right. It's fun to be alive. I'm going to live life at its fullest. That means going to the grocery store. I want food and I don't have the kind I want. I bet if I were forced to, I could live off my freezer and pantry for at least a month. That's quite a storage. Must have food!
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