Looking Forward To 2019

As we said when I was a kid about time flying, "Golly gee Ned, how did we get here so fast"? Of course, I'm talking about 2019. It seems like yesterday we were planning the festivities for 1999. Companies around the world were geared up trying to put the clamps onto what Y2K would bring to their computers. The answer was nothing.

I am so looking forward to the year ahead. Warren Buffet and various other economic prognosticators predict good times for all. That's good especially when I consider all the every day screw ups I'll have costing me a near fortune.

Tomorrow, January 2, 2019 I will wing my way to Scottsdale, Arizona sans spouse. It'll be a labor of love. My body is wracked with a sinus infection, fever and episodes of spectacular coughing. I've consumed massive amounts of anti-infection meds to see the family of my oldest child, her husband and my three grandchildren. One is 11 and a competitive swimmer, one is 9 and in love with hockey. Bringing up the rear is a six year old. My great suspicion is she'll some day be an entertainer. Already she's the perfect drama queen. These kids are crazy happy about me. They've become accustomed to my open wallet policy.

February brings a re-birth. I am having my second hip replacement. Don't give me pity. I'm looking forward to the process. First off, my doctor is the best of the best at fixing bad hips. I'll go to his clinic, get sliced and the next day be walking pain free. I had my last hip replacement in '08, As I recall people tell me I spoke with them on the phone a few days after the surgery. I didn't recall this. Drugs have that affect.

When I was released from the hospital ten years ago I came home to my man cave where a hospital bed, courtesy of Ohio Health was placed. For the next couple of weeks Her Majesty had to wait on me hand and foot. Not good.

This time around I've decided, compliments of Medicare, to be sequestered in a private rehab center.

Check this out. I get my own private room with my personal TV remote and television. My meals are brought to me by, hopefully, a female nurse who rates a 10 on a scale of beauty. Across the hall is my rehab center for physical activity. If The Queen wants to visit she can. If not, well, that's the way it goes. And if one so desires to partake, every Friday night is free cocktail, beer, wine night. What a deal!

The way I see it is this. With my hip the way it has been all I do is lie around all day looking at and writing on the computer. I'll be doing the same while being treated like a king.

Life doesn't get any better than this.