Somebody told me once that you start becoming old the day you buy one of those little plastic boxes with the days of the week numbered on them so you know when to take your pills. I don’t think we are quite there yet, but we seem to have reached the point where we need a calendar.
Fulltime RVers brag about the fact that they never need a calendar, because there’s no place they have to be and they have all the time in the world to get there. Unfortunately for us, we weren’t those kind of fulltimers. We were working RVers, hitting the RV rallies and shows to sell subscriptions to the Gypsy Journal and the various RV books we publish, and presenting seminars. So we did have a calendar. But at least, we tried to keep it loose.
These days it seems like every time we turn around we have a medical appointment somewhere to get to, and we need to get a calendar so when we make another one, we can check first to be sure it doesn’t conflict with something already scheduled.
Don’t worry, there’s nothing seriously wrong with us, but after being unable to get health insurance for so long after her cancer, Miss Terry is finally on Medicare. The doctors are putting her through a full battery of exams and lab work and things like that as part of her wellness program. And I’ve got my regular checkups at the VA coming up next week.
Yeah, I know, I can hear our techie buddies like Jim and Chris Guld from Geeks on Tour reminding me that our phones have calendars and we can synch them together, and yada yada yada. I wonder if they can hear me reminding them that I’m a dinosaur and I don’t work that way. Instead I’ve got a dozen Post-it notes stuck all over my desk telling me when we have things scheduled. Yep, we need a calendar.
Santa made a late delivery to our place a couple of days after Christmas, and Miss Terry is a happy girl. She has been wanting a serger, which is kind of like a ninja sewing machine that can hem the towels and other things she weaves, and a bunch of other cool stuff. A couple of days before Christmas she showed me this Juki unit on Amazon, which came with all kinds of extra goodies. So I decided she should have it.
I thought I would surprise her with it, but as it turns out, for some reason when I order something on Amazon she gets a notice on her phone and email, which is strange because I don’t get the same notice when she orders something. At any rate, a couple of minutes after I placed the order a text notification popped up on her phone, spoiling the surprise. But that’s okay, the look on her face was worth it.
In my latest book, Big Lake Snowdaze, there is a scene where Sheriff Weber is in a convenience store and the clerk is a chubby nerd who still lives at home who is always telling Weber about his tropical fish and ham radio setup. The other night we were watching an old Drew Carey rerun where his parents move in with him and Drew says, “Great, I’m an overweight man living at home with my parents. Might as well dust off the ham radio and start collecting tropical fish.” We both broke up laughing.
Another coincidence from that same series was that the first Big Lake book is about an armored car getting robbed shortly after it made a pickup at Hon-Dah Casino, which is a real place in the White Mountains of Arizona. A few months ago a guy tried to rob the armored car as it made a stop at Hon-Dah. But unlike my mystery novel, in real life the woman guard on the armored car shot him dead after he sprayed her in the face with Mace. Take that, sucker!
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Thought For The Day – Old age is when you still have something on the ball, but you are just too tired to bounce it.