I recently finished
reading an interesting mystery novel that took place in Ireland and Germany
around the time of Hitler’s rise in power in the early nineteen thirties. It was a very deep read of nearly 500 pages…..tired
my brain out. Thought I’d give it a rest
and moved on to a rather silly one about witches, vampires, and werewolves in a
mysterious town in North Carolina.
Weird, hah! It once again amazed
me how authors are able to come up with these story lines and plots, while this
humble writer can’t come up with a decent Blog for over a month. Well, this morning I found the answer. When I got downstairs to my cellar office I
glanced at the temperature.
Holy crap, it was thirty
six degrees. Who the hell can anyone
come up with anything decent sporting a frozen brain? I decided to give it a try anyway and began
clacking away at this masterpiece. Think
warm Bill, think warm. Food, that’s what
to think about. What better time to
think food than on Fat Tuesday in New Orleans.
A day to get rid of all the good stuff before Lent starts on Ash
Wednesday. Our church Men’s Club decided
to stage a Fat Tuesday event featuring a New Orleans style menu. Unfortunately the Church facility was not
available on Tuesday so we created a “Fat Sunday”. Just reminiscing about our
nice warm menu of: Cheesy Creole Grits, Chicken Gumbo, Andouille Sausage
Creole, Red Beans and Rice, Mac and Cheese, and Corn Bread was able to thaw my
brain and even loosened the fingers a little.
Ok Bill, now what are you
going to come up with to entertain and interest your thousands (really only
about a dozen) of followers? Had a
birthday a week ago. 84 long years on earth, another milestone. I call it that every day that I’m able to
open my eyes in the morning and see daylight.
The only problem with these so-called milestones is that the only part
of me that gives me little evidence of advancing age is my brain, the rest of
it is going to hell. New aches and pains
on an almost daily basis. I now get excited when I have a semi-painless rise
from a chair and only need a few seconds to regain balance….oh those fabulous
retirement promises we were promised.
Where are they?
Sorry, instead of some
decent bitches, I ventured back to the same old age complaints. Speaking of age complaints, I’ve an
appointment with my internal medicine guy this morning. I say complaint because with increased age, I
am collecting so many doctors I’m running out of room on an 8 x 11 sheet. I
have a foot doctor, a heart doctor, an ass doctor, a hearing aid doctor, an
arthritis doctor, a skin doctor, an eye doctor, a surgeon, and even a dental
doctor. I think I should just stay home
and not look for any trouble that adds another one.
