March 27

You only live once.  (Sands Hotel, Miami Beach, Florida)

Because March 29 is Rae's birthday. . . .I'm looking at this picture of Rae and her husband on their honeymoon in Miami Beach, and memories flow.   Its 17 days since we were married and HEA (Happily Ever After) started.  We just got back to Philadelphia and the weather is cold.  What the hell?   For sure the honeymoon is over and  I'm going home to our apartment..  I think I'm running.  (Because during my whole married life I ran home a lot)  I  go in.  We are living with her father Max, in his apartment on Chestnut street in West Philadelphia.   He  works late and he aint home..  The apartment has  one bedroom, one bathroom and a combination living room and kitchen.  The divan is a hideaway, you sit on it in the living room and then it  becomes a bed, at night for Max. 
I go into the apartment, yell hello, and find Rae at the sink in the 'kitchen part' of the living room,  pealing a potato.  I walk over to her and I put my hand on her lower back. You know, below the waist on the part that sticks out a little.  She says, "Will you cut that out.!!!" 
I jump back.  But, after a little conversation, I say, "Don't you remember saying you will love  honor and all that 'other stuff '.  C'mon, don't you?"  She's glaring but she says, "Yes."
"Well," I say, "included on page 2 of all that 'other stuff ', it says, "It shall not be deemed improper if husband places his hand on the lower part or any other part of wife's back."
I'm not sure if she knows what I'm talking about, but I know she knows what I'm talking about.  And then I say,
"And wait till you see what is on some of those other pages . . . . . . ."

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Nurse

If  you keep doing stupid stuff chances are you are going to pay for it.  Anyway I'm at my work bench fixing a computer and writing on a legal pad, you know putting down what came out of where so I know where to put it back.  All this with my shoes off.  What the hell, the work table is in my work room, in my own house.  So now the computer is fixed and I just  have to put the hard drive, which is already connected to the cable, back in its cubby hole. .  .  .  So I reach for it and the legal pad slides off the bench and bops me right on  the top of  my left tootsie (foot).                                                                     

About three day later a funny looking swelling appears and . . . .it hurts like, whooo oo.  Its Sabado so I drive to emergency where a resident doctor makes an incision and lets a lot of goo out and then he gets about a foot and a half of quarter inch wide White packing stuff which he forces under the skin.  I cant even feel anything because he used a needle to inject some  stuff a dentist uses before he pulls a tooth.    So I go home and the dentist stuff wears off.   It hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts.  I get some prescriptions. I am thinking maybe I should try to get some good stuff but I'm out of my element and wouldn't even know where to start looking.. Just my luck they would catch me and put my foot into the slammer.  But it still hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts.  Next comes a visit to the doctor, where I get some super care and a home nurse is scheduled  . . . .
The nurse calls me on the phone, her name is Michelle and she tells me she is coming to my  house..  So I watch through the blinds for her car, .  What's that?  That cant be the nurse, no way,  can it?  Yep.  I hardly remember which foot has the boo boo.  I'm floating, we introduce ourselves, her last name is something or other, and she's very professional.  We go  into my bedroom where I sit  up on my chaise with my legs stretched straight out in front of me.
She takes out a folder with papers in it and says sign here.




I'm tossed on saying I want to read it first, which would keep her here longer, or just signing so we can get to the foot holding part.  Holding wins and I sign on the dotted line, which only gets me to page two, then its, sign here, sign here and here and here and here, and then; sign here . . . .about 8 or 9 places with a coupla initials thrown in.  Now I raise my foot about 3 inches off of the chaise, in anticipation of foot holding, when she asks, do you have any allergies?  Damn . . more questions. My foot goes back down to the chaise.  What the hell, allergies?  Next a list of other do I haves,  like pressure and heart stuff and other nasty stuff, some of which I do have.  She finally gets through this list and then . . . . . . . she asks . . . . ." 
In the future when I meet the  head of the home health care people, I am going to suggest a list of questions  no nurse should  ever ask,  And, #1 on that list, is the one she just asked, this one should be eliminated altogether,  . . . I cant believe it.  What question could instantly restore reality to any man in his fifties, er  (sixties or seventies) and transform him to a patient, just like that? 
"Do you use a walker?"

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November, 2012



Romney never met a dog he wouldn't put in a cage on top of his car for a long vacation auto trip.  Winter or no.
He never met a worker he wouldn't like to fire.   And.
He never met a member of the '47%' he wouldn't cheat out of his/her right to vote.
Some humor needed here.



Stephen Colbert



Stephen Colbert, on his late nite show said , "The Republicans have accused Obama of trying to break up the Republican party."

Colbert pauses and continues, "Sure.  The Republicans were having a party and when the black guy arrived, the party broke up."



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