"This vile politician." (Henry IV)

.....Need to get something straightened out here. I happen to be a registered Democrat, but I do have some very good friends... readers and relatives who belong to, or who vote for Republican candidates on election days. They also scold me with comments on occasion when I run off politically at the mouth...and that's OK. It becomes a political debate, and I'm all for debating. In college I was a hot debater. But I don't want to get anyone mad at me, especially BF & JT & PB & RH (that's Higgins, not RH+. There's a difference). Besides, in my newspaper's editorial page, there's a column almost every day with Obama bashing. So, I feel perfectly fine bashing someone or something else. That evens the playing field, so to speak.

.....Now, to change the subject violently...so to speak, I have lost my VA psychiatrist whom I never have to pay, fortunately, and now I have to break another one in. I had an appointment with Dr. Ellen Zayas yesterday, and when I got to her office--there was Mary Stone. Mary is an ARNP; I guess that means a registered nurse practitioner and she was there to practition on me. I guess because between Iraq and Afghanistan the VA is running out of shrinks who treat PTSD. Dr. Zayas was called upon to doctor somewhere else for some unknown reason to me, and I have been seeing her now for about ten years. I'm kind of leery about having an ARNP work with me...being 'sui generis' I'm a very difficult case. Anyway, Mary is a very nice ARNP; the first thing she said to me was "Tell me about yourself." I guess she learned that introductory statement in ARNP school. Well, I said, "Mary, I only have 60 minutes with you, and it will take me four and a half hours to tell you about myself since my life involves 86 years of it. Perhaps you can afford to buy my autobiography for $22 on Amazon." Naturally, working for the VA she couldn't afford it so I told her about myself and when I was finished she said, "Norman, you are remarkable; you are a smart Forrest Gump!" Funny, I never thought about myself that way.

.....By now, you must have guessed that this blog is multi-hued in order to differentiate among the various blog themes. I thought this up all by myself. Among my many thoughts that rarely give birth to anything is the thought of teaching a poetry class here in the clubhouse. I did teach about two dozen classes in Shakespeare several years ago. I can't do that anymore for the same reasons I don't play golf or jog anymore; takes too much work and energy. But a poetry class would be different. I kind of miss the teaching profession. I don't know how many people would register for the class, but the Shakespeare classes were well attended. We would read, discuss, analyze and write poetry. I'd start off with one of my favorites; "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock." And then a Canterbury tale or two, and then a few bars of "Paradise Lost" and "The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam." If you care to register, the tuition will be $35. Come one. Come all.