"First thing we do is kill all the lawyers." (Shakespeare)

     Well, I finally figured out how to get to my email and this blog from Windows 8 in less than a half hour.  So far, very, very few comments.  I guess my readership and my youth have fled, much to my chagrin.  The news is this: Rhoda is the stage manager of the coming "InHouse" show.  She is an A+ at that job having had experience in shows since 1984.  The problem is that this show is a bummer and I can't wait to see and hear the audience reaction.  I hope they don't come out saying that this is the best show they've ever seen.  If so, I believe they all have had a lobotomy.  The fact is that the president of the board at Huntington Lakes insisted that we get as many residents involved as we can by staging a review type show.  Well, we got a lot of residents--too many--so as to make the show too long and some who had songs were cut, including the Baron.  What ignominy!  Thirty years of performing in the shows here and this is the first time I was dumped in order to save time.  The director who is inexperienced to say the least left some terrible stuff in the show.  Friends, I guess.  Funny thing is when I did "My Fair Lady" we had a bigger cast than this InHouse show has now, so that the president of the HLI Board doesn't know his ass from his elbow.  He's a lawyer, and it so happens that Shakespeare said "Kill all the Lawyers!"  and Shakespeare was the Google of his era.

 

     My printer still doesn't print from the internet.  I called the techie and told him I'd par $13.57 to fix it, and he replied, "It's a Deal".  He must really need the money.  Speaking of money, do you think those blithering idiots in Congress who are elected to run the government will ever use their infinitesimal brains to do something right for a change and not worry about getting elected again.  They won't starve to death if they don't win.  And if they don't win, it will demonstrate that constituents don't like the guy, anyway.  Let's face it Americans; we have a Plutocracy, not a Democracy.  What am I talking about?  I don't have enough facts to make political judgments.  I'm simply using runaway anger and emotion...not a good way to think.

"I find the medicine worse than the malady" (Beaumont)

     I've been working very long and hard trying to figure out Windows 8.  XP was a snap and enjoyable, but this W8 is a horror!  Every time I try to get to where I want to go on the computer, I have to sign in everywhere with my user name and password, and it still doesn't take me to the right place--my home page Xfinity.com where I can access my email.  Also my printer will not print anything from my internet pages.  I paid the geek $150 to set up my new PC; he worked for two hours on it, so I figure he also had problems with Windows 8.  But at least he could have done a better job with my printer.  Frankly, I didn't want to spend $150 to set things up and in order but once he started, there  was nothing I could do.  I expected to pay the geek $15.37.

     Perhaps I am having problems solving the issues with my new computer because I recently turned 89.  Next February 27 I will turn 90!  Who knew!  Dr. Oz said that the leading cause of death in the 90s was frailty.  And here I thought the leading cause of death in your 90s was being in your 90s.  But now that I have gotten rid of my bout with ailments since December, I feel pretty feisty.  I plan to live beyond 90 because RH+ is in charge of my medication department.  She plucks down my pills wherever I happen to be at the times when I need them.  If she doesn't survive me,  I'll have a helluva time figuring out the pill issue.  In fact, I'd probably dump them all in a pile on the kitchen table and divide them into three different piles for mornings, noons, and nights.  How else?

"The Slings and Arrows of Outrageous Fortune" (Wm. S)

     Today I got a bill from my bank's credit card for $8968.  The problem is that I never use that card and I don't know anything about this "purchase".  I haven't got a clue as to how someone was able to spend this much on a card I never ever use.  I called the bank and they blocked the card--too late for that purchase.  Maybe they will have to eat that money because I'm not paying it.  I'll rob that bank first; I have my starter's pistol and it makes a very loud noise.  I could wear a mask, but it spoils my looks and I'm sure that it will show up on their hidden cameras and eventually on Facebook and U-Tube.  They can't arrest me for using a starter's pistol--it's only used to start races like the 100 yd. dash so it is not an armed weapon with real bullets.  Anyway, I wonder what someone could buy for $8968??

 

     Last Wednesday was my 89th birthday, and I realized that I was really a little oldish.  I own two canes, a three wheel and a two wheel walker, and an electric scooter; and, oh yes--a 1999 Malibu with 92000 miles on it.  I have all of these devices because I'm the kind of guy who needs to live in a bubble.  Since leaving a cruise ship last December, I've had pneumonia, I fell and spent three days in the hospital and a couple of weeks in the Manor Care rehab. Then I developed a urinary infection and a nurse had to come each day to administer anti-biotics from an IV!  After that experience I started coughing spasms several times a day and was diagnosed with COPD.  That along with PTSD didn't do me much good.  I'm just getting over that and wondering what affliction is on its way.  I feel like Job.  And now the bank says I owe then $8968!  There must be a reason for all this misery, and I think I know what it is; I'm friggin' old! (But I'm avoiding the alternative--as long as I am able. Give me a little credit folks.)