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2/15/16

WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING WITH ME????

Something is happening to me.  It started, about the same time I hit 70. Sometimes I really feel good about it.....other times it really backs me up against the ropes.

My life is changing, the funny thing is ........it may be changing for the better...............just when I thought everything was the best they could be..Does this happen as you get older?  " I really don't know" said self.

Margot and I try to have lunch out at least twice a week.  Mainly for two reasons.  Makes us feel like we can do things, and secondly it takes the pressure off of Margot to try and figure out what SHE will cook for dinner. We try and consider that lunch out "our date".   now being a little to old for nooners we try to make it about 2PM.  We call it LINNER (short for lunch and dinner)  still early enough so we can use a coupon, but late enough so not to be bothered with dinner.  That way we can still snack a little while sitting, talking and watching TV in the evening.
This happened last week but this is the strange thing. We got home and I did the usual things that I am responsible for each day, get the mail, check the phone messengers , check the email, check face book, make sure the printer has paper in it, check the temperature of my wine presently under fermentation, make sure the toilet flushes and the rolls of toilet paper are stocked.............you know all the guy things. Most of all after that I am allowed a 20 minute nap. Boy I sure do need that after all that stuff.

Well, I was taking my nap and I started to dream. I was dreaming about a day when I was in perhaps the 6th grade. We were at recess and I was talking to Vinnie, a mean guy in my class at Franklin elementary. Now Vinnie and I both liked the same gal, Carol and the competition between Vinnie and myself really became inflamed every time we saw each other.  I walked past Vinnie on my over to talk to Carol, I called Vinnie Ugly, when I was talking with Carol, Vinnie called me a doody-head so that all the kids could hear it.............this went back and forth for about 3 minutes and then Vinnie really started to get nasty....................he yelled out again " my mother can make better cookies than your mother"  that really infuriated me since now it was another step up ,bringing my family into it. Of course I had to respond since he started in with the family stuff so I yelled back how his father "could not even light the outdoor barbecue because he was not allowed to play with matches"  I don't know where that came from but it just came out.  It was at that very moment that Margot shook me to wake up and there it was, back in the school yard..................THE GOP DEBATE.  The whole Vinnie, Vito thing was going onstage in front of me and the world with the PRESIDENTIAL wannabees.  WOW, who would have seen this coming.
The schoolyard in real life, by so called intelligent men who are vying for not Carol but the office of President of the United States of America, The most powerful position in the world, calling each other liars, unworthy, incapable, illegal, crazy men.  Now, they are asking for the voters, who are the most intelligent people around...................(except for about 40%of the electoral) to pick which one we like the best.........................OMG!!!............how does one make that choice?   Let me count the ways............................one, two, three, FOUR IDIOTS. Then again, who can we blame for this, the people.......no.  the candidates.....well no.......they think this is OK.........THE RNC........they should know better and perhaps interview who they think will represent their party and platform the best. 'But whom am I to tell them how to run their show. They are supposed to be smarter than me.................but are they????.    I just want to thank them for bringing me back to 6th grade for that 2 hours. Made me think about what Carol is doing now a days, and what Vinnie is doing...............if he's still alive.  Perhaps he's a speech writer or a political analyst  Whatever it is, sixth grade was a hoot and holla to see it on TV ...............it's like bringing back Archie Bunker .

THIS IS NOT MEANT TO INFLUENCE YOUR VOTE BUT ONLY TO PUT YOUR BRAIN INTO THE PROPER GEAR WHEN YOU ENTER THE BALLOT BOX.

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