Grow old along with me, the best is yet to be. But when?

.....So, the return of Baron Zorro has inspired people to write poetry for comments. Amazing! I even received a comment from Bob Fox who writes one infrequently, but I know he is out there--finally retired, and who will be here next month, possibly, and we'll go out for breakfast or lunch. Well for him it will be lunch, for me breakfast--which I usually have at 1pm. Before that Z is busy whipping his sword around. And for the first time, ever, my grandson, Adam, wrote a comment--or rather a poem...not a bad one either. Says he doesn't want to be known as a bad poet, not knowing yet that it's not possible for bad poetry to pop up in the Family Ross. It's in the jeans. I was surprised that Adam reads the blog, but I'm happy that he did. I wonder if he reads it as a daily part of life??  Problem now is--Adam claims in an email that he didn't write it!! Says it must be a different Adam. Then I get an email from JR saying that he really wrote it and put in Adam's name by mistake!! I guess mistakes, unfortunately, are in a Ross jean back pocket. What better way is there besides reading this blog to open the day and solve a mystery over a spot of tea and crumpets?? Eh??

.....I also received a comment from Cuzzin Ruth...a poem, actually. And I'm honored because she's a professional poet who has promised to write me a poem on my birthday. Ruth did ask Ellin Jaeger (nee Bliss) to explain what she meant by "fried rice" as a game, and how it is to be played. Perhaps it wasn't fried rice--maybe white, which if so would be a different game entirely. As for me, I play solitaire games on the computer and I prefer lo mein to rice.

.....Last night RH+ and I went to the Boomer's Club event in our clubhouse--a mock wedding. (We actually are members, but hardly Boomers). I had to wear a suit and a tie. Well, I managed after 15 minutes of trying, to button the top button on my shirt, and I tried to make a knot in the tie, but I could knot do it. It has been so long since I wore a tie that I forgot how to do it! I tried to look it up on Google, but no luck there. Finally, Rho interrupted putting on her lipstick and she came out of the bathroom and tied it for me.  How embarrassing! Zorro forgetting how to put on his tie. Well, he can hardly be blamed because he usually wears a guitar around his neck.

.....Well, the wedding was a "black tie" affair as you may have guessed for my having to wear a suit--but there were lots of guys there who wore tuxedos and the women wore gowns. The groom was a gal, and the bride was a guy. Both arrayed accordingly. We brought them a gift from the Dollar Store where they had a registry. We had a buffet with hot meals including chicken francaise, eggplant something, broccoli, etc. I don't eat any of that stuff so I stuffed my plate with baked ziti. To conclude, the affair was hilarious and we did have a good time. Hey, I'm sleepy and I want to take a nap before the football playoff game. Talk to you soon. (WHY AM I DOING THIS???)

"The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men gang oft a-gley" (Burns)

.....29 comments?  Incredible! Seems as though you are all just milling around like chickens in a coup.  I am forced to write this blog out of guilt, and it will give you all more room to write comments.  I feel quite honored that you have deigned to feel that something was missing in your lives--primarily the ruminations of Baron Z...ergo a blog to read. So, here it is...but kind of mixed up like porridge in a pot.  The Theatre Arts class is not going the way I expected it would.  I believe the class should concentrate on teaching people how to act and to have skits that they would perform. But all summer, and even now, 95% of what is done in there is to read monologues...and they are mostly done very badly.  Half of them simply read the piece instead of putting some dramatic meaning into it...and when they are dramatic, they fail to project, and their diction is quite sloppy.  The two leaders of the class often fail to offer suggestions as to how the performer may improve.  Once in a while they call on me, and those whom I critique are grateful for the help.  I try to get them to become the character in the monologue and to forget who they are.  Johnny becomes Hamlet-- or Johnny remains Johnny reading Hamlet.  I'm out of there.

.....Another disappointment is the poetry class I wanted to teach. It was fully advertised in the Huntington Lake's newsletter.  One person out of this whole community registered.  Since there are about 5000 people living here I thought the odds were very good that at least 12-15 might register.  You would think there would be a goodly number of educated residents who would enjoy discussing poems, and perhaps writing or reading some of their own poetry, but the thought perished flatly like Priapus without viagra.  

.....The  next disappointment was the loss of the House by Democrats.  Do the people of this country really want the Health bill to be repealed?  No president before Obama was able to accomplish this attempt to provide health care to anyone in need of it in America. Was the passage of this bill really a reason to put the Republican party of No into power?  And the President's speech in Tucson last night was inspiring.  At least to me it was.  And  the someones out there who do not believe that this terrible tragedy was politically motivated is naive.  Is there also someone out there who can speak as eloquently and meaningfully as Obama can?  And why was the bill to allow immigrants born in this country defeated?  There are kids who know no other country, kids who would like to serve this country in the military, kids who are college graduates, kids who would like to vote.  Kids with ideas that would benefit all of us.  Ah, well--what is, is, as it is said.  I learned this on Tweeter, or whatever it's called.  

"The moving finger writes, and having writ moves on,,," (Omar)

Hi friends...I know it's been a week or so since I last posted on this blog.  Looking back, I have posted at least 600 of them since 2007, and over 2000 pages which have turned into 8 books.  I'm kind of burned out at his endeavor,  and I have to turn to some other form of amusement...move in a new direction.   I know that along the way since the beginning I may have rattled some nerve endings and curled some hairs and lighted some fires--but it's been fun and those of you who have read this blog and written comments, I thank you for your kind attention to what I've had to say.  I am I Don Quixote et Le Baron tambien.  Love to all and to all a Very Happy MMXI...