It is a wise father who knows his own child. (Shakespeare)

.....Well here I am again, trying to write without mistakes. I haven'nt the time to go back and correct every mistake, so you will have to read this and make head or tail of the mistakes.  Friday is my 91st and here I am still.  Feels important. I need a cap that has WWII on it. Went to the VA today and did not see one other guy from WWII.  Only saw guys from Kuwait, Vietnam, Korea, and several other wars.  I did not see one guy with ISIS on his cap for having faought in the war against those barbarians.  Wen are the genitals going real9ze that the air war is not ever going to stop those ICes idiots. Only a war on the ground will do it.  Muslims \?? a religion?  They haven't reached that stage yet. Neandathatls don't qualify, yet theyre all over the place.

.....Here I am again! Tomorrow I will get to see Robin, Bonny, Don and Sean; Don is my brother-in-law and Sean (pronounced "Shawn") is my grandson. They came all the way from California to celebrate my birthday 2/27/1924.  I made reservation at Snappers; seafood menu. Then on Saturday we are all going to an Italian place called "Saltabucca".  It should be a terricic two days. My two girls love eandh other. In fact all of my four offspring love each other.  Problim is that the two boys, Joel and Bobby live in Virginia and D.C. and the two girls live in California.  Not a very good split.  However, I am very proud of the fact that my family is a functial one while so many are not with the children not getting along with each other.  What others may not agre, I think my "kids" are amazing!  I am super proud of them. And why not?   Well, I'll be 91 tomorrow, and isn't that a blast!

.....Of a sudden my computer went wacky.  Since I'm teaching Hamlet, this is going mad as well.  I can't email JR to see if he has a cure because I cnt geeeeeet to my email.  So, here goes JR: My whole monitor screen moved to the right and I have a two-inch wide black column running down the left side of my monitor screen, and the whole screen moved two inches to the right.  If there is any text, it can't be read because it runs off the right side of the monitor screen!  And what's that all about? I'm from the "Greatest Generation" and so what I know about computors can fit into a thimble.  Thus I have to call on a "Baby Boomer" to see if he can get my screen to move back to the left.  He can send email to RH+.

 

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.....Called in a techie from Comcast and he fixed it in a jiffy.  Then the next bump in the road was me.  Of a sudden my voice sounded as tho I was talking underwater in a pool.  RH+ insisted that I call 911, and since I knew the medics would take me right to the hospital I told her that the strange words being discarded from my mouth would soon pass. Nevertheless a shower of tears from her made me change my views and so we called 911 and shonuff they carted me off to the hospital and I stayed two days. I was given every test invented before they released me. It was determined that I had a TIA.......I don't want to talk about it anymore except to say that RH+ stayed true to her name.

 

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.....Now I had to get busy editing some documents for the NORMAN ROSS & RHODA ROSS TRUST.  This trust will contain our wills & last testaments, our power of attorneys, etc., etc.  We have a trust so that our executor will not have to suffer probate when both of us pass. If you could read the legalize involved, your head would spin & you would necessarily need a psychiatrist.  And o yes--I had to abort my Shakespeare class because I never learned how to teach 3 students.  I have so much to do now that I will have to put this blog on hold for a few days.

"Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil." (Isaiah V)

.....I'm teaching a new class called "Fun With Shakespeare" and we are reading "Hamlet". The last class that I taught here was in 2009.  Same title.  Same play.  Of course I am teaching this on a high level--on a college level.  Why am I doing this while I have to sit at a table, I don't really know.  I just felt like doing some teaching. I didn't know how many "students" would show up to register, but I guessed about 12. It was 8!  Should I have such a class for 8 or should I cancel the class? I decided that I could not disappoint 8 students, so I began the class.  I gave them books called "No Fear Shakespeare" with the Bard on one side of the page, and modern English on the other side.  I brought a dagger to the first class two weeks ago on Friday from 3 to 4:30 and I threatened to cut their throats if they read the modern English before I asked them to.  I would never give such a book to a high school class, but these were elderly people who never went to college.  I couldn't believe that out of about 5000 residents in this community only 8 people showed up for the class!  And so I decided that the rest of them were down at the pools discussing restaurants and doctors.
.....It took me a very long time to write the above news without making a typo.  So now I think I'll give myself a break and just type and let the errors fall where they may.  The latest news I got about my ex sister-in-law, Norma, was not the best that I have been hoping for.  After all, she is 93.  I was married to her sister for 30 years, so you can understand that I grew very fond of her.  I was amazed at the way she accepted RH+ whenever the two had occasion to meet after her sister and I were divorced.  She must have realized that it wasn't my fault.  My ex went to California one day to "find herself" and never came back.  I have never found whether she found herself or not.
But I will give my ex her due: she was a good wife for 30 years; she raised four outstanding kids; so I suppose that after 30 years, she could do what her heart told her to do.  May her sister, Norma, be blessed.
.....I wish I knew what the problem is.  I think if one American citizen leaves the country to go fight with ISIS or Al Quaida, they should be given a choice: never come back or if they come back, let them in and try them as traitors--because that is what they are.  Or they may be given a third choice--come back and get their genitals dipped  in boiling oil.  If there is anything else I can think of, I'll mention it in a future posting on this blog.  I really would like to be appointed as Secretary of Testicle Affairs............