It is approximately 130 days until the wedding and there exists a flurry of activity.  Dorothy  is in San Antonio/Austin to look at several different things connected with the rehersal dinner and is also looking for shoes.  Let me set this situation up for you.  This is a 69 year old woman who has not worn a pair of “high heeled” shoes since the late 70’s.  Not knowing a damned thing about ladies fashions, I assumed that she would wear a pair of “flats”.  I was told that “flats” were unacceptable.  I asked about “wedge” heels and was told that such a thing no longer existed.  From this information I can only surmise that Albert Einstien wasted his time on that damned relativity theory.  He should have been concentrating on something really meaningful, such as female dress fashions.  I am not using his relativity theory very often and I am not getting much from the few fashion reality shows that Dorothy watches so I am at a bit of a loss about the whole thing.  What are golden aged women supposed to wear?  I have seen the newest shoe designs on some young ladies and lord, the only thing i can think of is, “Do you reckon the gal is hooking just to pay for those shoes?”.  I couldnt walk in a pair of those things if I was carrying ski poles and a pillow strapped to my butt.  Dorothy has indicated that she bought a pair of heels but has not indicated whether they are the six inch spike heels that Fredricks of Hollywood made famous.  Surely not.  Those spike heels could be used by swamp people to gig frogs but I dont see much else they could be good for.  They make the wearer’s butt bounce and the Lord knows that we dont want to see any bouncing butts at our age. 

So, a word to the fashion world.  Give the gals a break.  Get back to making some of those “wedge” heels.  Even Nuns need a small heel on certain occasions and I just cant see there being a pair of hooker heels being worn under the habit, or by many of my wife’s peers.

Sunnye sent me an email this morning that had a cute sign that I wish I had for my yard.  It simply says, “no soliciting, we are too broke to buy anything, we already know who we are going to vote for, we have found Jesus, if you aint selling thin mints, then please go away”.  That pretty much sums it up as far as I am concerned. 

Most of these requests are concerned with someone trying to get into my pocketbook or my personal space.  I appreciate neither.  Yesterday I had an individual from , I assume, Bangladesh call and state that he was from Microsoft and needed to get into my computer to correct some things.  When someone like this calls I have a special alter-ego that comes to the surface.  I suddenly become the old baldheaded man, who walks around with his pants unzipped, a ragged elbowed sweater on in the summer time, and generally about as abrasive as sanded toilet paper.  I am not sure what the folks in Bangladesh think about Americans but I couldnt have helped our image much.  You have to start by asking the caller just what language they are speaking, then you ask if they are from anywhere near Kentucky, then you act like you didnt hear them and ask them to repeat everything you have previously asked them.  Then you ask if they are trying to send you any money?   Then you have the option of asking how the weather is where they are, how much rain they have had, what is the national food of their country and possibly if they have ever eaten a coon.  Along about now they start making some excuses to get off the phone.  Dont let them.  If you let them loose, then they are gonna call someone else and bother them.  Try to use the word “sumbitch” as much as possible in your conversation so they know that they have called some type of gun-nut. I always ask if the native dress for men of their country is some type of skirt.  Always ask if the have checked the National No Call List.  They havent but sometimes you get someone who knows what it is and has some excuse why his call is not included.  I always try to let him know that I have my own criteria for who can call and who cant. 

Right about now you are asking whether I have too much time on my hands and why dont I just hang up the phone when they call.  Well, the reason was mentioned above, I like to keep them on the phone as long as I can, for no other reason than to keep them from calling you.  And, each day I am having less to do so I need entertainment.

G

Went to the doctor this week as I had been feeling tired and thirsty and just generally lackidaisical.  He, of course could advise nothing until blood was drawn, tested , etc.  He did give me a glucose monitor.  I used it immediately when I got home and that prepared  me for his call today that he needed to see me again so we could discuss alternate means of management.  I can only assume that means some type of insulin therapy.

I guess in modern times, if your ole pancreas lasts for 70 years you ought to have the damned thing taken out, bronzed like those baby shoes we all have, and set the thing on the mantle.  I had to call up Mayo clinic on the net to get to the bottom of the pancreas workings.  It pretty much boils down to the fact that I should have backed off twinkies and Ding Dongs at about the age 25 and sucked on asparagas spears all these years.   Well, its green beans and brocolli for the near future.  From what I have read, a good shot of whiskey is so against the rules that I will be afraid to drive by a liquor store for fear I will get it by osmosis.  Beans are supposed to be really good for diabetic dieting.  I went to the store today and bought about 10 different types of beans.  The President can tell the middle east potentates to kiss his heiney cause we are gonna have an abundance of natural gas. 

D and I are going to Pecos this weekend to attend services for Charles Bowers.  His wife Gloria is my first cousin and was born 6 days after I was born.  It is a bummer to lose someone and especailly when its someone you have known forever.  It is also heartbreaking when that person is your age.  Scares the dickens out of me.

This little posting wasnt very uplifting but sometimes we just have to grin and bear it.  Its life, whether we like it or not.  I guess we just have to remember all the good times that we were subjected to when we were raised in Pecos. 

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