Double Wide

My body is such a mess.  Old and breaking down like this car.  Every step seems like I’m on a rutted back road; breaking down with no repair facility in site.

Hip, elbow, shoulder, knee,  you name it; there is pain.   I’m taking trying to take these football sized pills to promote joint health.  I can visualize the autopsy now.  ”Hey, Burt, look at this; the old geezer has the joints of a 12 year old.  Wonder what killed him.  Maybe it’s this boulder stuck in his throat.”

My wife is not the picture of good joint health either.   I’m on line looking for a double wide walker.  Something of the nature of those double strollers used for twins.   We will trundle down the sidewalk side by side.   I can hear her now.  ”God damn it, keep up!”   “I’m right beside you what are you talking about?”   “Well then, pick up your feet, I feel like I’m dragging a wet bale of hay!”

Donuts

Uneventful day.  Drove to grocery store.  On the way I was listening to satellite radio remembering the days of my youth when we had first only AM then AM/FM for car radios.   In those days as you travelled anywhere you would lose one station and pickup another.  It required constant twiddling on the dial  to find something worth listing to.  

Usually you could only get very local broadcasts so each new town meant a new radio station.   However, sometimes, especially at night, you could pick up a powerful broadcast from Texas (which probably had the transmitter in Mexico to sidestep power restrictions).   This station was big on education apparently.   “Get your high school diploma.  Send to H I G H   S C H O O L ….”   So I did.   I thought it was real nice of them to spell out the diploma I was getting.

I had a quasi religious experience at the grocery store.   The devil spoke to me.  He first suggested, then cajoled, then demanded I buy that package of powdered donuts.   I stood firm in my beliefs, my world view, saying, “Devil, get thee behind me.  Uh, but first could you warm up some coffee for me to have with these donuts?”