Need a little extra assistance?
When I go to the grocery these days, I try to remember that I am eligible for the senior discount. I don’t feel all that “senior,” but apparently I am according to my driver’s license. My wife still looks young and she was buying wine the other day and the clerk asked her for her ID. Boy, what a compliment.
To me, they ask, “Do you need some assistance?”
“To get to the car, you mean? To locate my car? To get out with all these groceries?”
I don’t know. I take medicine to keep me going. Every pill comes with instructions, “If you take these, they might make you pass out. Don’t drive. Get up slowly. You might feel dizzy.”
Why am I taking these pills, I forgot. Did I remember to take them? Oh, yes.
I remember my poor Grandmother sitting at her kitchen table with her pill box in front of her and a clock on the wall. My uncle said she just sat there all day waiting to take her pills and trying remember to do that. That was sad description, but true.
My Dad and his brothers and sisters arranged for Grandma to go into assisted living, so she wouldn’t have to worry about taking those pills anymore. I think she enjoyed being around other seniors there. One was my Great Uncle. He couldn’t hear, but he laughed a lot.
When we wind down in life, hopefully, we keep a sense of humor. My Dad sent to me the photo that is posted here with an email that said: “Forwarded to you. I got this by mistake, I think.”
It came from Carl Koch who is one of my Dad’s friends who has a website called two-fisted birdwatcher.com. He is funny!
Can you be a two-fisted book worm? C’mon nobody’s talking about birdfood. Sometimes it’s fun to find a book that hits your interests dead solid perfectly. Funnyman Kevin James suffered through a night school book class in his sitcom, King of Queens, because he hated reading. He’s a two-fisted guy, mainly with sandwiches. His trouble was that he tried to read Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte. A classic perhaps, loved by some, but Bronte’s just not making the cut when it comes to our Two-Fisted Library. Here are a few writers who get the job done. And if you want to know more about a book shown on this page, just click on it.
Described as the original fly in the ointment. This guy was a wilderness version of Jack Kerouac. The untamed soul, a lover of the unconventional. A defender of open spaces. An occasional bird watcher. As well as a snake, scorpion, bear, mountain lion, bison, and biker chick watcher. His book of essays Desert Solitaire made him famous although he liked his novels better, like The Monkey Wrench Gang and Fool’s Progress. It’s all good. Spend a bit of time with anything by Abbey and you’ll come away feeling like you’ve just bushwhacked through a canyon, floated down a wild river and come through a pine forest. Not for the faint-hearted. And if Abbey’s right about re-incarnation, he’s watching you from above as he wheels in the hot sky as a happy turkey vulture, his favorite bird.”