A bunch of you saw the headline here and showed up just to see what kind of crazy stuff I am going to blog about today.
Ooh…he said pull out and that sounds like it might be juicy. That sounds like the dude wants to tell the story about what happened with the coven tree.
You might be right, I might tell you a tale that would make you find a shmata to wipe your brow with.
There might be a story of a queen here and not elsewhere but then again there might not be.
It might be my commentary on the problems in Afghanistan. Not a big fan of what I am seeing now but hell, I was concerned when we went in.
And I was concerned when the delusional senior citizen who bungled the pandemic promised to pull us out.
Historically speaking the Afghans have had success waiting out those who came in and if you happened to promise you would leave, well you just told them they are going to win.
That doesn’t sound like as much as the first item I alluded to possibly telling you about. Would it help if I said she kissed me first but claims otherwise.
A Sore Arm
My arm is a little sore from the second Shingles shot or should I say Shingrix shot left my arm feeling a little fershimmeled.
It doesn’t hurt enough to stop me from doing anything but it is just enough to noticeable, one of those nagging pains.
Got that shot along with a request from the doc to have some more bloodwork done to check on whether I can handle drugs that will make me superhuman or if not that, more likely to not suffer the consequences of genetics and bad habits.
Got the drugs today but haven’t set up the test yet to see if we are good. Did discover that I still can’t play piano, fly or sing like Pavarotti.
Was instructed to take this more seriously and to not be so damn difficult. I asked if anyone believed that was going to happen and received silence in return.
Good to see people know who they are speaking with and happy to see they tried asking. It is fun to say no or to say yes but only if you bring me a shrubbery.
They didn’t know what one was so I instructed them to get educated. Don’t know if that will happen but it just might and won’t that be a special moment for all of us.
Not as special as the moment I made the car salesmen stutter, sputter and run away but close.
The younger Mr. Wilner said I never raised my voice but I was a little aggressive. His sister said I tore the guy a new one but that I was respectful about it.
That was and is important to me. I want the kids to see I live my advice about treating people the way you want to be treated.
I made a point not to raise my voice and use professional language but I didn’t excuse him for trying to sell me a deal based upon duplicity and distraction.
He knew what I was interested in and where my focus was in advance and said he could do what I asked.
I expected him to try to massage the deal but didn’t think he would try the crap he did.
Speaking about men who promise to pull out and don’t, he might be one of those guys.
My Facebook feed is starting to fill up with pictures of families sending their kids back to college or in some cases off to college for the first time.
Lots of smiling kids with parents whose smiles show pride with an “OMG I am going to miss this kid” look.
This is not the first run through for this so it is not as novel as it once was. What is still throwing me are the number of friends who are becoming ‘in-laws’ and or grandparents.
That is a bit of a trip.
I am starting to hear stories about the son/daughter-in-law and wondering if the person telling me remembers what they told me about their in-laws long ago.
I am taking and making notes about it that I may apply one day to my life, depending on whether the kids choose to get married and or have kids.
Have no reason to believe that is happening any time soon so I am not going to spend time wondering or worrying about it.
Besides life experience has taught me that I’ll blink and they’ll be in their thirties.
If you don’t have kids you might think that is crazy but I assure you yesterday was 2001 and then I blinked and it is 2021.
Damn if time doesn’t fly. I remember someone trying to tell me what life in our fifties would be like and how they expected me to be a certain way.
They were so very wrong and it all went so very fast, ain’t that a kick in the pants.