"The weight of this sad time we must obey." (King Lear)

.....In reading selections from the Bible, of course, there was the adventure of Noah and his Ark, and while reading it, I came across a very interesting and important date in that story and I'd like to recount it here. Besides, you'll get an idea of the quality of the translation:

.....And it came to pass in the six hundredth and first year, in the first month, the waters were dried up from the earth: and Noah removed the covering of the ark, and looked, and, behold, the face of the ground was dry. And in the second month, on the seven and twentieth day of the month, was the earth dried. !!!

.....Now, that last sentence happens to be my birthday--February 27th (but not the six hundredth and first year. Give me a break). This made me so happy! Just think--the Lord dried the earth for Noah and me on my birthday! So, naturally, RH-- broke the spell by telling me that the second month referred to in the Bible is not February. In the Jewish calendar, the second month is Shevat and my birthday comes out on Adar. What a letdown. Well it's still the second month on the 27th day. Can't take that away from me. What I do wish is taken away from me is this walker that I have to use while my broken hip is healing. I truly hate all appurtenances that hinder my ability to walk and to run. Right now, I have a cane, a walker, a scooter, and a wheelchair. At the present time I am stuck with the walker. I insisted when we bought it that it wouldn't be that battleship grey that every other 80+ is using, so I do have a red one decorated with Harley-Davidson stickers which fools people into thinking that my walker is motorized. All I need to complete the picture is a leather jacket and a bandana to cover my long hair.

.....My hip doesn't feel like it's healing quickly enough. After all, it's been two agonizing months now. At least I'm no longer a prisoner in that re-hab center, but I do have a physical therapist coming to the house three times a week. I don't think she's doing me any real good except for helping my balance. What I really need is to get to an outpatient re-hab gym that has bicycles, rowing machines, etc. I would like to rid myself of the walker and get back to the cane. It's more manly. Right now after falling from the top bunk of the auto-train and ripping skin from my body; after having suicidal pain from melanoma surgery; after falling out of bed and ripping more skin; after having a mountain of water bottles fall on me in Walmart; after breaking my hip, I feel like Job in the Bible. Lord, why me?

.....Well, it's Sunday now, and Rho and I have decided to go to the Isle Casino and try to win enough money to pay for a cruise in May. Since we only got through three days of a ten day cruise in December, I owe her seven more days, and there is a seven day cruise to the Caribbean in May on the "Oasis of the Seas" the biggest cruise ship ever. It has a boardwalk, a park, a golf course, and several restaurants and swimming pools. We are in desperate need of some fun, and money is not an object.