Friday, February 23, 2018

A change in genre



Recently a dear friend of mine told me that my Blogs are too centered around advancing age and the troubles the aging are experiencing.  I told him he was probably right and that I would try to make my writing more cheerful and youthful. As you have probably noticed none of these promised blogs have appeared.  I’ve been scratching my head trying to come up with ideas to fulfill this promise, but, you know what, I can’t seem to come up with anything.  You know why?  I looked at my calendar and discovered that I was going to celebrate my 83rd birthday this coming Wednesday.  I guess you can call that pretty old and my life style has adjusted to the situation.  Here’ are some of the signs that prove the point.
Instead of hopping down stairs, I seek, find, and hold on to the bannisters. Read somewhere about how many fall down accidents occur at home.  Got hearing aids so that I can know what everyone is saying about me. Go to bed at 9:30, get up around four times to pee, and make the final stay up rise around 4 or 5.  Get all my morning chores done before seven and sit around trying to figure out what to do the rest of the day.  Need I say more?  Bob, I don’t think you can look forward to many exciting young stuff….sorry.  It’s time for me to go back to the basics.
If you know me you will recall that I have always had an opinion on just about everything especially if it is something I’m not agreement  In an effort to be heard by an audience larger than just my poor wife and an occasional family member I set up the Blog page you are now reading.  It’s call rhinoroars for a good reason.  It became a great a vehicle for me to get out all my bitches and frustrations. So far I’ve published one hundred and thirty five blogs, almost all bitches.  Just so you know, most of you have been in agreement with most of them.
Here’s a small example.  On almost a daily basis I drive down the hill to Price Chopper and do a little shopping. With only two of us in the house we are rarely in desperate need of anything, but I go to get away from this computer, the TV set, and the miserable programs available to us during the day.  Besides the store is large so it gives me a chance to at least get a minimum amount of exercise for this decrepit body of mine.  I’m a pretty good observer so I have a good idea where everything is in the store (I end up helping many confused women that I find gazing and bewildered in the aisles of myriad choices) and what the prices are. What pisses (pardon the language, but remember I’m old and supposed to get away with it) me off is the stores attempt to con us when they publish their weekly special paper.  Marge and I love sea scallops so I always peek at the prices in the hope I can catch a special. They usually cost $18.95 per pound, a little dear, but you can normally buy the broken sea scallop pieces for $8.99 per pound regularly.  Well last Sunday’s paper showed me I’m now able to save $3.00 per pound at the special price of only $9.99 per pound.  Come on now, what am I stupid?  No, but the average shopper does not have the time to pay attention to things like this. If you have the time like I do to really look at these things you would find many more efforts to con the average buyer. 
I’ll keep looking for some of these and will post in future blogs.  I have to quit now and try to start getting back to my “bitch zone”.   Thanks so much for reading.

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