"Lord, what fools these mortals be." (Shakespeare)

.....Well, I better get started with something Ruthie, my English cuzzin wants to know, and that's my favorite poem. And that is Burns' "As Fond Kiss".  I also am tuned in to Robert Burns' "To a Mouse".  Both poems do something to me, and I don't know how to describe it. But that is what poetry is supposed to accomplish; it should do something to you.  If you don't have a book of English poetry, type the poem onto Google-- if you have a computer. 
     Ruthie says if I'm alone I should go out to a bar and talk to my friends. I can't do this either. I don't drive. All my friends are dead or mentally deficient, and the folks in the building we live in are in their 70s as is RH+, and they only talk to her because she's in her 70s as well.  Im 90 and perhaps people think my frontal lobe is damaged--or I somehow intimidate them.
     So right now I have one friend in England and one here--Mike. But we only converse with Mike over a prime rib. Luckily, however, RH+ has a ton of friends--some of them from East Meadow where our kids grew up, and the weird thing is that these women are widows, and they were first good friends of my exe. And here they took to RH+ like the wink of the cat's eye. (I really don't know anything about cats.)

     This morning I thought I had the perfect solution. I would go to Ilana's graduation also even though I vowed never to fly again.  But a person could unvow if absolutely necessary. After all, I won't have to say any Hail Marys.  Then, quicker than a vulture salivating over a lion's dung, it came to me.  How were we supposed to get my scooter into the car when we deplane in NY? (I really don't know too much about lions--only from the show)  There was no way to encar with the scooter.  We would have to bring the waiker and pray. I can't get very far with a walker without pain.

"All men are poets at heart" (Emerson)

.....Well, today is bowling day and I won't see RH+ again until two or three o'clock.  Then at 4pm the techie man is coming to hook up R's new printer to her laptop.  We had a neightbor try it but he couldn't get it to work.  Neither can I. Remebor I'm a poet, not a handiman. But back in the olden dahys, (52-76) I was able to paoint the house--inside ad out.  In addition, I could put up wallpaper.  I think it must be the housw fairy who gave me these skills.  Or perhaps, it's part of the evolution of the human race Darwin was talking abuot.  But now I'm wishing th house fairy will stop my hands from shaking so htat I could type without making these errors that frustrate me.  However, JR gave me permission to make these errors, so that is what I'll do.  Pay no attention to them.

.....So far we have gotter zero, zilch suggestions about RH+ leaving me for a week in order to attend Ilana's graduation from Penn State.  She says I'll need help, and I say maybe not.  After all, I can dress myself, shower myself, paint the building inside and out, put up wallpaper and turn on the TV and computer all by myself.  She needn't worry because if I fall down, I have that gizmo on my wrist.  If I press it, all Hell breads out--the pliss come, the medics come and they all insist on taking me to hospital which is the last or least help that I want.  Are they all crzy--I men R and the neighbors, not the poleess.

.....As for excitement around here, you/ll have to be satisfied that a guy from a faraway blog or website got hold of one of my poems and put it as the introduction to what he was going to write.  What he wrote, I forget, but knowing that a complete stranger saw my poem somewhere on the internet and thought enough of it to have it lead off an article should be escitement enough.  Otherwise it'll have to be a debate as to which Chinese restausrant has the best lobsters, or which intern has the best beside manner.  Then there's the fadt that Le Gron has lert town to serve up baskets for the Clefland Cavaliers.  Which reminds me that I am now a French Cavalier who has saved the gottle of French champagne to open and drind on New Year'ss Eve.  The only other excitement occurs when we have Florida stone crabs for dinner.              

"I to myself am dearer than a friend." (Shakespeare)

.....It's getting boring in retirement now.  Why of course I have this glog to deal with, but I can't deal with it as much as I']D LIke to because there isn't anything to write about.  My readers, as few as they may be are entitled to something a little more interesting than going to doctors or wwatching 22guys tryijb to bread ether's necks on thefootballl field dothjerdd mrfvl Sunday.

                   

     Now all of a sudden this color has come up. Very weird.  I am left alone temporarily because RH+ went out to lunch with her sister and her cousin.  And speaking of "alone", she is planning to go to Ilana's graduation from Penn State.  Ilana feels that it will be better for her job seeking to work towards a CPA rather than a MA.  She is probably right. Oh, and about that "alone" issue--If RH+goes to the graduation, then she will want one of my kids to come down to "take care of me".  My reply was Uh Uh" She just kept going. "Well,then, we'll just hire someone to stay with you for a few hours during the day. It'll make me feel comfortable." I coudn;t let her get away with that on, so I complained, "But having no one here except me will make me feel more comfortable." Anyway this issue had not yet come to a satisfactory conclusion.  Any suggestions?                                    I have to use this color now or the marging os this blog will change.  Why? I don't know.  I'm a [ppoet, not a techie.  So I'll jus carry on with these margins.  I was thinking of two American games where your body is the deciding factor on your becoming a millionaire.  In American football it's a blessing if you are 300 pounds or better because that weight will get you a job that will make you rich.  In basketball you can become wealthy right out of high school it you are ataletic and 7 feet tall--or taller.  One of the NBA teams will grab you at once.  So forget your education, eat a lot and wait to see what happens.