During this horrid time that began last March my life has become a period of 'getting through' and 'looking forward to' certain days. Since it's Wednesday a good reason to get out of the house in the morning is to take out the garbage for the trash collectors. Sometimes, The Queen beats me to it and that part of the week is kapoot.
Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays are the days I go to the Schrock Road golf driving range in Westerville. I've been hitting balls there since 1989. If something comes up and I can't go my week is a mess.
On these same days I'll take Charlie to the dog park. He's getting somewhat chubby and that's my fault. When we do go he'll avoid the smaller pooches and carouse with the bigger ones. When they run he tries but can't catch up with them. This week he found a friend, a Pit Bull, and when it was lying on the ground he started to hump it. Hey! I never said he was a smart dog, just lovable.
My buddy, the Council Bluffs Cowboy is an afficianado of political topics but in the last few weeks he's stayed away from it. Now he watches cowboy re-runs from the Sixties. He's a smart man. I should do the same. Maybe I will.
I looked at a list of over thirty television shows that have been canceled for the upcoming season. I had heard of some, Modern Family being one, but the rest were foreign to me. It's the same with music and muscians of the 70's and 80's; the guys like the recently departed Eddie Van Halen and the rest of his ilk. For the life of me I can't name any of these people or their songs. This is how out of it I am. Recently, a person told me their all time favorite group was The Eagles. Oh yeah, I'd heard the name but didn't know much more about them. Was one of their songs, 'Hotel California'? Maybe, maybe not.
Is it me or are the leaves changing early this year? It seems after 70 years of being aware of the changes I should know.(I don't count the first four years of life). Anyway, I've read reports that we, in our area, are supposed to get slaughtered with snow--------if you believe The Farmers Almanac. When I read this I think, "maybe we should go to Florida for the winter." Then I realize we have Charlie and it's hell trying to find a place that will accept my best friend.
I've gotten tired of being a fat, fat, fatty. I'm tipping the scales at 215 but it feels like 315. I only gain weight above the waist and it shows. When I have to pull out the mansierres it's time to get serious. Five years ago I was at the same weight but went on a no sugar, no carb, high protein diet and within 79 days was down to 179. I felt like I could run miles. Now, I feel like I can't walk 100 yards. Her Majesty decided she'd go on the same diet with me as if she needs to. She's 5'1" and weighs under 100 lbs. The things wives do for their husbands is, well, nice.
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