I happen to be a noted internet user. It's basically a waste of time; sort of like continually scrolling TV channels hoping there's a decent show to watch. In today's news I saw a headline in the NY Post(and every other news outlet, I'm sure) that Brittany Griner was released from a Russian prison in a swap. So, we get an WLNBA player and the Ruskies get someone like Julius and Ethel Rosenberg or something like that. Know what? I don't care at all. I have the same reaction to the copious number of stories about Harry and Meghan and the Kardashian's.
One of my most watched channels, and you know this if you follow me, is the Hallmark Channel. I've decided to go into a 'won't watch' mode for awhile. This upcoming Saturday they're presenting a show with two guys who eventually 'get it on'. I've read demographics on who watches the Hallmark Channel and the number one group are married men over the age of 50. I'm sure there's a common sense reason for this but two guys lip locking isn't for this dude. Good-bye Hallmark(until another Lacey Chabert movie comes on).
Did you ever consider you might be getting shafted when you fill up your gas tank? Two days ago I visited Costco and put exactly 14 gallons in the tank at the cost of $3.12.9. The way my calculator figures it should have come out at $43.80. Then why is it the number given to me was $48.00? I must have screwed up. NOT!
Since I' a Baby Boomer I can honestly say my group will always be cool. Coolness is in our genes. Aside from this I happened to realize yesterday that I was old----older than old. There have been hints of this aging I've slowly recognized. I like going to bed at 9 pm. It's one of my daily highlights. Recently, I lost my balance and went to the floor. As I lay there I wondered how I was going to get up without hurting myself. In the old days I'd bounce right up like I was coming off a trampoline. This time I rolled over and drug myself to the couch and with great effort pulled myself up by means of trickery and the use of my couch. Speaking of my couch---------I was lying on it yesterday and felt the inkling of a full bladder. So, I decided to will myself to have that feeling go away. It didn't work. Five minutes later with a bag nearly ready to explode I got up and walked those ten feet to the bathroom and did what I've been doing for 77 years. I peed as good as a guy can pee and then I went back to the couch to assume the prone position. As God is my witness I was lying down for at least thirty seconds when it hit me, "I have to pee again" so I had to go through the entire routine again. It'd easier if I wore a bag. One positive of this 'get moving' thingy is it's a good way to burn calories.
Her Majesty and I have made a decision 53 years in the making. This year, 2022, will find us not buying Christmas gifts for each other. This is monumental. I'll rescind as the day approaches, though. I'm going to spring for the chocolate turtles The Queen so enjoys. Hey! I've a heart when it comes to giving. In another senior citizen moment we've also come to the conclusion that our Christmas tree will be one that fits nicely on top of a coffee table. Besides, Christmas is for kids and that we aren't.
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