Had Me A Blue Spell Today

My friend Jimmy was playing old sad love songs from his country music collection today — his “Massive” collection, I should say and as I was listening, my mind went back to days gone by and I started thinking about my wife and my parents … and my dog … and all the good times that will never be again … and I got very sad and began to silently cry. I had to wait until the tears stopped flowing before I could administer my glaucoma drops. Can you say, “Pity Party?” I guess that despite all my exterior bravado, I am still a kind of wimp after all .. because men are not supposed to cry, are they?

We had macaroni with hamburger and spaghetti sauce for lunch today … (“Johnny Marzetti”) and it was delicious. Marzetti and toasted Italian bread. Yummy!

I discovered something called the “Blue Zone” diet today …. a diet that is supposed to help people live to be a Hundred years old ….I looked into it … I am not sure I could stomach that diet on a daily basis … It is all about grains and fruits and vegetables and tofu and all that kind of stuff that makes up a lot of other eccentric diets … diets like the Mediterranean diet … and a few others. I guess that I am going to remain a traditional American diet lover for the rest of my 120 years. (The Bible says that Humans are designed to live to be at least 120 years old.).

But if you would like to check the “Blue Zone” diet out for yourself, here is a link you might find interesting: https://www.everydayhealth.com/diet-nutrition/a-complete-blue-zones-diet-food-list-and-meal-plan/

About now I am starting to think about some good old country biscuits and sausage gravy with fried potatoes on the side.

A Moment (Or More) Away

I have had to do some things so I haven’t been blogging too much. My Internet provider informed me he was going to have to terminate my internet service through no fault of his own …which probably means that he has not paid his bill ….so I have had to find a new provider. I am pleased to announce that I have found a new provider and am on target to run for a while longer yet. This provider is located in Lawrenceville, Georgia, USA and has been in business for a long time and has nothing but rave reviews. I am a happy cat once again.

Check it out: https://www.ebay.com/str/celectronics01?_trksid=p2047675.m3561.l2563

Aside from that, it has been snowing here again ..on and off and on and off again …a heavy wet snow .. a bitch to shovel ..but even thought we are 84 years old, we got ‘er done and are still alive as far as I can tell.

I have recently gotten a little tired of bitching and moaning about Trump and Russia and Ukraine … I wish somebody would just call Putin’s nuclear bluff and go all in for pushing his ass out of Ukraine while it can still be done ….Both sides of this conflict are now getting assistance in the Ukraine battles from “Their allies” which means that there are now a bunch of nations involved and if people want to talk about a world war, then I believe that with all the allies involved, we are already there.

How To Tell When You Are Getting Older

I can tell I am getting older by a number of things and here are some of the best of them:

I can tell I am getting older when I notice all the new and trendy things going on around me and realize that these same things were new and trendy when I was a teen-ager decades ago.

Yeah! Yeah! Whenever I suddenly sneeze violently and wake up the next morning discovering that I cannot turn my head because of the pain in my neck and this goes on for at least three days.

I can tell that I have joined the old fart club when it suddenly dawns on me that I am watching the evening news and actually liking it.

Another evidence that I am trapped by advancing age is when I get tired and start thinking about going to bed and discover that the only reason I am planning to go to bed is to sleep… alone … hanky-panky never enters my mind anymore … bed is exclusively for sleep and for dying these days.

One of the most uncomfortable signs of my elderliness is that when I go to a store or stand in a crowd, nobody seems to know that I am there. Little old ladies used to pat me on the head and call me “Sweetie.” If I approach an elderly lady these days, she clutches her purse more tightly and begins to slowly back away looking for an escape route.

“Babes” used to writhe and contort seductively when they saw me. Now that I am old, they treat me like I was a small child. The days of writing and contorting are over it appears.

I know I am old now because my woody changed from solid oak to pithy balsa.

I know I am old when this surly high school kid tells me, “Get back on the sidewalk for me, please.” and I find out that he is a 38-year-old policeman.

I know that I am really old when it dawns on me that the cute little tyke that I used to change diapers for is now my 50-year-old son.

How about when a bunch of young people are talking and I can barely understand a damn thing they are saying. I can hear them alright but it seems to me like they are speaking a form of English language that I never heard before.

Watching the Golden Globe awards or the Academy Awards programs and realizing that I do not know even one of the celebrities taking part in them.

When men and women in their late 40s and 50s start opening doors for me and calling me “Sir.”

I know I am old when the woman barber that I adore asks me if I want my eyebrows, ear hairs and nose hairs trimmed.

I know I am old when I start looking through my photo albums or look in a mirror.

It’s A New Year And I Am Starting Over

This is the first post to this blog for the new year. I have thoroughly cleaned this site so there are no other posts available at this time. No big loss because there is definitely nothing worthy of archiving here, just the mostly bullshit ramblings of a man who has nothing better to do with his time. So let us begin again and see what an aging mind can come up with as it slowly descends into the normal atrophies associated with the process of growing old. I will, of course, continue my stellar record of trying to inform, educate and entertain. I owe my multitude of regular readers that courtesy.