Back to Normal

The other day I was thinking about my last couple of Blog entries and started to beat up on myself for dwelling on the “old age, aches and pains and senior stuff, and boring everyone. But then I remembered the name I gave my site, “rhinoroars”. Hell, bitching is what it’s all about and as so many of you know I have never had any problem doing that. Well, now I feel better and will be more comfortable with all my future complaints. Hopefully I’ll also be able to include a few enlightening and entertaining little tidbits. Now that I feel free to continue my extreme negative outlook on things I was thinking about a couple of things that annoy me.

We pay the cable companies dearly each month to watch television, but I’m starting to feel that all I’m paying for are commercials for which they’re also getting paid. I’m astounded daily at the proliferation of commercials. I don’t care what crappy channel you might be watching, you’re still inundated with 10 to 12 commercials during each break, and how quickly they come. I swear commercial time must be a real bargain these days. Just look at what we’ve had to endure during this election campaign. Everyone I speak to cannot wait till November 3rd. The stations might have to revert to using test patterns to fill the screens after the election. I wonder if the kids today even know what a test pattern is.

And please dear friends don’t wake in the middle of the night and try to watch something good on TV. No, no folks, its infomercial time. Think about it folks we’re paying all that money and now we’re paying to watch commercials.

Still on the TV band wagon I just have to know why all the political shows are on Friday and the stations feel like we need our dose of religion Sunday. I take care of my spiritual needs all by myself and make my regular church contributions. Now I’m also paying to watch multiple sermons on the tube.

The other day I filled up my Enclave and was mesmerized by that dial spinning madly and mounting up the dollars. At $3.00 per gallon I wasn’t surprised that the tab was over $50.00. And you know what, no young fellow ran out with rag in hand to find out if I needed my oil checked and then washing my windshield instead of me braving the wind and cold with that squeegee which still leaves those damn streaks. I used to get that wonderful treatment at .25 per gallon. If I asked nicely I probably could even have the air in my tires checked. All this was why they called that gas place a “Service Station”. Don’t you think its time they dropped the service word. That guy behind the bulletproof glass only takes your money. We do it all ourselves now and no one pays us or even says thank you.

Amazing, isn’t it, how they have us trained to accept.

I'm Back

As much as I enjoy composing these little visions into my life I have been hesitating doing it for over a month. Why, you ask? It’s primarily because when I last wrote back in August I committed to stop writing about all that “old senior stuff”. I promised myself that I wasn’t going to look at any of those old people or nostalgia emails anymore. I was going to think “young”, but damn it, it hasn’t worked.

Damn back, shoulder, arm, and hand, all of them hurting like hell. Skipped golf more times then I want to even think about, passing up on some of my favorite kind of weather. Gobbling up Aleve, Ibupropin, and even some of Marge’s left over Vicodin (from her knee surgery) on a regular basis.

Finally went to a couple of doctors to find out what was wrong. So now I’m going to physical therapy, a pain doctor for spinal shots for you guessed it……stuff that happens to old people. Arthritis spurs at a disc and pressing on a nerve. So here I am with nothing but old shit on my mind. How am I going to write nice stimulating stuff will all that going on?

But putting all that aside, I decided to exercise a few fingers that are still working and let all of you know I’m still around and still kicking albeit not quite as hard. I'm still keeping myself busy with other activities, never did learn how to say no. Just helped run a successful Oktoberfest at my church .One hundred thirty people, eight piece orchestra and a great German Dinner, Knockwurst, Bratwurst, roast pork with gravy, German potato salad, red cabbage and rye bread. Had loads of old people there, felt right at home….lol.

Since golf has been on the back burner I decided to start reading novels again. Knocked off several and was really getting into the swing of it. There were a few Stephen Kings on the bookshelf that I wanted to get to, but kept hesitating because the damn things are three or four inches thick and weigh a ton. No way I could hold the up for hours with my new lame hand and arm, especially could never handle them in bed. Finally a light bulb went off in my head, why don’t I buy myself one of those new fangled “Kindle” things from Amazon. Did just that, what a great invention! This thing now goes to bed with me. I’ve already read about four books including one of King’s monsters, “Insomnia”. Working on another real beast, “It”, over eleven hundred pages.

I do have to get one “bitch” in this entry. Are you people tired of the political campaign commercials, especially the constant smear tactics and the frequency. I’d like to know what it is costing them to drive us crazy. When the hell is one of them going to take a positive approach and tell us how they plan to improve our lives. Makes you want to move to Canada where they are only allowed to campaign for five weeks prior to the election.

Here’s hoping I can be more entertaining the next time around…..maybe the treatments will let my smile again.