"Can'st thou quake and change thy color, murder thy breath in the middle of a word, and then begin and stop again, as if thou wert distraught and mad with terror?" (RichardIII)

.....69 years ago today, November 18, I joined the Navy. Should I celebrate this anniversary or not?  If I celebrate now how should I go about it?  Go out to dinner? A movie?  Or just treat it like any other day. .....I remember that day vividly.  Mom took me to the center where all the enlistees were.  I had a helluva time getting my mother to agree to let me join the Navy.  I told her I wouldn't get hurt because I would sign up to be a Yeoman...who, basically was a clerk.  I could type and take stenography. A Chief Petty officer took me to a room where I took all my clothes off and he went back to give everything to my mother.  In this room  I had a thorough physical exam.  Then another room where they took off my curly locks and made me look like a plucked chicken. When all this was done, everyone got into line and made an oath to serve the country. In a few days we boarded a train, and we were on our way to boot camp at Great Lakes, Illinois--close to Chicago.  

.....This morning the wound care nurse changed the dressing on my heel wound.  She comes twice a week. On Wednesdays I go to the wound care center where the doctor looks at it.  I asked him when the heel would heal and he said about the end of the year.  I have to admit the thing feels a lot better. I can even get t sock on my foot.  After the nurse left, I left to go to the dermatologist where another nurse took the bandage from my cheek and I walk around with my stitches open for anyone to see.  Then I met Rhoda at Bagel Tree for her brunch and my breakfast.  Some celebration.  Weeeee!  I had two eggs over medium, bacon and home fries well done, coffee, and a plain bagel with cream cheese.  My anniversary breakfast.  When I got back home, I went to the Theatre Arts Class which I have been attending ever since I got home from my rehab.  The "students" put and a show in the ballroom for residents to attend free.  They did skits and monologues.

..... The showcase performances were disappointing.  Some in that show forgot to get into their character; forgot the motivation involved in the skit or the monologue; forgot the emotion of the character; spent too much time holding their papers for dear life; forgot to use decent diction and elocution; forgot facial expressions, and several other facets of acting. (See title). Sadly, no one asked me for some help.  I don't bite.  I don't intimidate.  In short, I teach.  So, I see no reason to continue going to that class; there are no roles for a guy with a walker.