Three days in the making.....

Saturday night, ten o'clock.

This has been one Hell of a lousy day. I give Wanda a lot of credit. If I was her I would have hit me over the head with a large polo mallet. That, or I would have gone to the Brenden Theater. I would sit through "Moneyball" six times or six different movies once. Anything that got me out of the house for about a dozen hours.

I told her how astounded and amazed I was that she was able to keep from doing those things, or something worse. She told me her secret, "I just ignore you." Damn, it's nice to know I'm loved.

Back when Wanda and I didn't have, as the expression goes, two nickels to rub together, Friday was our date day. She would load some goodies in her largest purse and off to the movies we went. We would plan our outing with the attention to detail an attacking war general would envy. Which film to see first and how long to wait before walking into the next. In the "old" days the theaters listed the movies outside the entrance doors. I think they also posted the starting times. By the way, this only worked at a multi-plex.

I feel so much better now, confession is good for the soul. Have you ever wondered why soul is spelled soul and sole is spelled sole? Sole refers to the underside of the foot or the bottom of a shoe, and a fish. Think about that the next time you eat a fillet of sole.

I decided to remove my goatee, shave the sucker off. It was pretty grey and off, I thought, I would look younger. I thought about it for a few weeks and then, I just did It. Ha, I was concerned about gray hair?  Gray hair looks a Hell of a lot better than this big ugly mass of flab I now have waddling under the left half of my chin. I don't have a "double" chin, I have a chin and a half. At least a double chin is symetrical. I started regrowing the facial hair about five minutes after I removed it.

Can we talk? If I'm not mistaken this is a catch phase belonging to Joan Rivers.  She may not use it any longer. She has had so much plastic surgery, so many botox injections I don't think she can talk. Although I was bitching about getting old, thank goodness I am happy with me. It's sad actors and public people don't think they can age or we won't accept them if they do.

I was watching a movie yesterday and in it Betty White took her teeth out, way to go Betty.

I got a real nice compliment in my e mail this morning. It was a thank you for a blog entry I wrote in April. It 's not the first time I have read comments from long ago posts. I'm sure people find the blog and go back to read the older posts. I wish I knew where these remarks are from, I have a lot of "anonymous" readers.

By the way, since Face Book has changed to a timeline (or whatever the Hell it is) my page views have dropped by 50%. I would ask those of you that read the blog through FB links to become members but you probably won't see this.

Younger Daughter Rebecca wrote about the new news delivery, and I'm once again paraphrasing. I don't like the idea that many of the things I wrote to my friends may be seen by my Dad. Not everything I wrote is Dad appropriate. I get her point and agree with her. Some of the things she writes I may not want to read. If I can't figure out the new system I think I will take my ball and go elsewhere.

I got an e mail from my second (or is it once removed?) cousin Brian. He lives and works in Chicago. Recently he started a new job and moved. It was nice of him to think of me and  update his contact information. He also wrote, "if you are ever in the area please drop by." I wrote back thanking him and realized how difficult it is to drop, anything.

Last night I wanted to sit on the patio and play with Sparky Lee the backyard cat. I had to make two attempts at getting my ass on the ground. I make noise when I sit down, I make noise when I stand up. I make noise getting into and out of a car. I make noise getting into and out of the bed. I make noise in the bathroom and I make noise in the hall.

Good news: the economy is improving, today.

Speaking of shaving, Wanda noticed my hair removal the day after I did it. When I pointed it out to her and commented that I did it yesterday she said, "That just goes to show how often I look at you." After all these years together I finally know her secret, she doesn't pay attention to what I say or what I do. Hey, whatever it takes. I would probably do the same thing if I lived with me.

She said, "It offsets the shipping fees."
He heard, It offsets the chicken feed.

And in the important news of the day, Meat Loaf is 64 years old. If you don't know, this is Meat Loaf the singer not meat loaf the meat. Do you think it would be OK to invite Meat Loaf to a meat loaf dinner? Wouldn't it be funny to discover Meat Loaf is a vegetarian? What do you mean, he don't eat meat?........from "My Big Fat Greek Wedding."

If he ate fish maybe he would enjoy a nice piece of sole?

Hey, Meat, you are 64 years old, maybe it's time for a new name? It's never too late to change, anything.