Summer Season 2024 Officially Begins!

Bill and me, the Early Days Philadelphia 1979

The Memorial Day hordes have left. I didn't go out once. I did see the backed up traffic on Route One yesterday. Just as I predicated. I hope they all had a good time. Most of the weekend, the weather was perfect. Good for them!

As usual, the weekends are melancholy for me now that I'm alone. Bill and I never did anything spectacular on the summertime holidays. No backyard barbecues or having company over. Even though I was with Bill every day of the week for the last three years, the weekends were always something special. I don't know why, they just were. Maybe because I took him for several rides on the weekends. 

These days I don't have any reason to take a ride other than to go to the food store or doctor's appointments. One of which I had this morning. My six month dental visit. My dental hygienist affirmed to me again I have dry mouth. Hey, I sleep with my mouth open, just like many old people. When I go to bed I close my mouth but I always wake up in the middle of the night with my mouth wide open like a cadaver. What's to be done? She suggested these pills and a mouth rinse before I go to bed. I'm on that tonight. 

I also had a dermatology appointment today to check out a little spot on my right ear that's hurting. I suspect another keratosis growth. While I was in my hygienist's chair I received a phone call which I answered on my wrist (my Apple watch, Dick Tracy come to life). That was my dermatologist's office informing me that "Stephanie" (the person who takes care of my hotspots) was sick and could I reschedule? Of course I could. Now that appointment is at the end of June, after Pat and Glenn leave Casa Tipton-Kelly for their ten day stay.

About two hours later, when I was having lunch I get another call, this time on my iPhone. It's my eye doctor's office. I was informed that they have to cancel my June checkup (I need a new prescription, especially for my computer and the annual checkup on my cataract surgery a year ago) and could they reschedule?  What's going on here? I agreed to reschedule. Now that appointment is in September. Two medical cancellations in one day, what are the odds?  By the way, as I'm typing this blog entry I notice that my mouth has dropped open and my mouth is dry.  Ah ha! Old man syndrome. My father had the same affliction in his later years. Slack jaw. Old man present. 

I mowed the grass again this afternoon in the blazing sun. Whenever I do that I have to take a shower. I hate sweat. I'm still raking the grass. I've gotten my mowing down pretty good that I can use my John Deere Zero Degree turn riding mower to create lines of cut grass in my field out back. Easier to rake up. I don't know if I'll be able to rake grass as summer progresses though. With summertime here on the Delmarva peninsula comes humidity. I cannot work in humidity. No way, no how.  I've done it in the past and it's almost killed me plus I'm drenched like a pig going to slaughter. 

By the way, in reference to a previous foul mouthed blog entry post about Indian scammers I said "All Indians are scammers" or something to that effect. Obviously not "ALL" Indians are scammers, me painting with a broad brush again, but there sure are a lot of those soulless bastards who scam aren't they though? I don't see banks of Chinese, Japanese, English, French, German, Canadian, or even Mexican scammers. I see a lot of Mexicans around here where I live. They're out here working mowing grass, and general landscaping in this Delmarva heat and humidity. I don't see any of the "smart" Indians working mowing anyone's lawn. Oh no, they're "too smart." They would rather cheat old, lonely vulnerable widows and widowers out of what little money they have left to survive on. "Some" Indians do that. I stand corrected. And don't even get me started on the "some" Nigerian romance scammers. 

Again, two types of people in this world. The crooks and the victims. The wolves and the sheep. Just remember though if you get a call from the IRS threatening to arrest you "in forty-five minutes" for tax fraud unless you supply the scammer with thousands of dollars of gift cards, it's not legit. They're scammers, with an Indian accent. The accent alone should be a give away. Just saying.

Now to call Pat and see what he's up too and then I'll rake some of that cut grass now that the sun is going down. 

Oh, by the way, I've been making prints of pictures of me and Bill. Most of my pictures are digital. I am going to have prints made of some of my favorite pictures of me and Bill and put them in an album. I accidentally discovered this process of choosing the photos and having them printed and marking them on the back with the date and place the photos were taken, give me comfort. Yes, I am still grieving. I'm at a different level now but still pretty bad which I think I will be for the rest of my live. I ache for that man's company. I miss him so much. Much more than I have even imagined.