Spouse: one of a married couple, better half, bride, companion, helpmate, partner. These are a few of the definitions and synonyms (I thought synonym was something sprinkled on toast) so I have several other words I can use.
"Speaking of the Dallas Cowboys"...............said Wanda. Without waiting for the rest of her question I said, "I have no idea where she is or what she's doing." Since we have only one acquittance that is a Dallas fan it was easy to anticipate her question, we do this often. I've heard lots of folks, after being together for years, do too. We call it "Brain Sucking."
Next month we will celebrate our twenty second wedding anniversary. We were married in Reno, Nevada on October 9th. We stayed at the Comstock Hotel/Casino which is long gone. We are still together, I guess we're like a comfy pair of slippers and like they say, "if the shoe fits.....wear it."
I overslept this morning. I heard Wanda leave because she told me that Silvia the Cat who lives across the street but hangs out here for food, water, and our fountain ran in the front door. She loves to drink out of the fountain when it's on. When it's off she lays on the slate shelf. At eight o'clock I dragged my butt out of bed, let Silvia out, walked into the bathroom and glanced in the mirror......did you hear my shriek?
I may have discovered the best way to make the aging process easier. Go spend some time with, or call, someone who is at ten ten years your senior. Although it's difficult at times overall I'm pretty satisfied with me. My blood pressure is low normal, my blood sugar is high normal, and my blood blood circulates everywhere it should. I am surprised by just one thing, how and why did I get old? I never figured it would happen to me.
My hair is thinning while my middle gets thicker. My ears are getting bigger but I can't hear better. Most of my shirts look like they were used as napkins or tablecloths. It seems like I spill or drop food on my clothing every day. More and more often I discover I am walking around with my fly unzipped. I spend more time going to the bathroom and less time actually going.
And every day I give thanks for being here and having the ability to write about it.
In late 1967 I made the decision to move and live in the San Francisco Bay Area. I've never looked back, never had any regrets. The article below is but one of the many reasons living here is always entertaining.
In the San Francisco Bay area where tolerance is king, it is a rare politician willing to clamp down on citizens who let it all hang out.
But San Francisco Supervisor Scott Wiener stepped into that position earlier this week when he introduced an ordinance that would require nudists to cover their seats in public places and wear clothes in restaurants.
Public nudity, he explains, is legal in San Francisco and in recent years a group known informally as Naked Guys have shown unbridled enthusiasm for appearing in the nude.
"I'm not a health expert, but I believe sitting nude in a public place is not sanitary," he said. "Would you want to sit on a seat where someone had been sitting naked? I think most people would say, 'No.'"
Wiener, who represents the Castro neighborhood, said he hears from merchants who fear the public displays may drive away customers, hurting their bottom line.
That's particularly true in restaurants. He acknowledged that he has not seen any research establishing a health risk. "But when you have your orifices exposed in an eating establishment, a lot of people don't like it," he said.
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.....his name is Wiener. Wiener does not want people hanging out with their weiners hanging out in restaurants. Money as is usually the case, has business owners concerned, naked bottoms would hurt their bottom line.
There is nothing I hate worse than sharing an eating establishment with exposed orifices'.
"Hi there sir, would you mind closing your orifice it's bothering my spouse."
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