The Worst and The Best

.....I've been watching the winter Olympics and wondering why these young people care to risk life and limb with devices on their feet, yet.  Even those who twist and turn and jump on the ice have only a thin metal blade attached to a shoe attached to a foot, and the way that they perform with that device spells danger.  And any other escapade on ice can lead to a broken hip.  I broke two of mine--though not on ice; just on a monster of a rocking ship attached to my feet.  Then again, why should I talk of choosing an activity that risks life and limb when I chose the ultimate riskful (!)  activity when I was 17--war.  And why do we young (?)people do these things when our mothers have severely and clearly objected?  Because (we?) feel omnipotent--nothing can do harm to us, so why not somersault while high in the air from a hill of ice in order to wear a gold medal around our necks?  Or perhaps a hospital restrainer?


.....The plans for my surprise birthday party are coming along swimmingly.  RH+ is about ready to write out the table cards, or whatever they're called, so guests will be able to sit at the correct table.
She has already arranged the tables with who sits where.  We are 95% sure that guests will be happy with their table mates.

 .....The other day we went up to the VA Hospital because they called and said they had a wheel chair for me.  I had asked my primary doctor to order one for me after I explained why I needed one. I can't use a walker for more than about 25 yards (Cuzzin Ruth can change yards into something British) because after 25 yards my legs and arms cramp up and I have to stop for a few minutes. It's tough to go to the mall with the walker as you can figure out. I had asked the VA for a "companion" chair which is very light and fairly easy for RH+ to push or fold up the chair and put it in the trunk of the car.

.....Getting a wheel chair was a tough and emotional call for me as I had seen my dad in a chair, and it seemed that I was just following in his footsteps--a situation I hoped would never happen to me. But it did--and I hate it. I also hate the walker, but I do. Having to use these aids to get around is not what I figured my "senior" years to be. The worst thing about it is that you lose your dignity.  Yes ...you do. Well, I have to deal with it if I want to get out of the house. I always say "house" because it's seems silly to say you want to get out of the "condo". I will be having a surprise birthday party in a few weeks, and I don't look forward to the guests seeing me pushing  a walker or sitting in a wheel chair. I don't want to look 90.

.....I complained to her the other day, "You're always pushing me around or talking behind my back." Well, what did you expect," she replied, "Y'our in a wheelchair."  I don't complain anymore.  Well now it's time to get on to a different subject.  I want to name my annual best for 2014.  My ten best food: 10) Strawberries and cream with matzohs and butter and coffee (9) Cheese or potato blintzes (8) Matzoh Brie (7) Lasagna (6) Spaghetti with butter (5) Spaghetti and meatballs (4) Filet Mignon with French Fries and diet Coke (3) Double stuffed Oreos and Mallomars ( OK but I said "food" not dinner and cookies are "food" (2) Florida stone crabs (1) Florida stone crabs.  I hope this has satisfied your hunger.