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Hey folks! Haven't been blogging for a few days. Did you notice?
Don't worry, the well hasn't run dry. It's just that there is so much to do. For one thing I was called into work AGAIN yesterday because my co-worker had a family emergency. Almost every week she asks me to either switch times with her or work her shift. I feel like a fireman, I can't plan anything because I'm always expecting a text message from her with her latest emergency. I understand every family, and I HAVE a family too folks, has emergencies but every week? I told my boss I would like to work at least one month just my shift. You know, for a change, a novelty. He wasn't to encouraging.
I don't mind filling in for my coworkers occasionally but not every week. I have a life too. Yep, I sure do.
I write all this knowing that my co-workers read my blog. Maybe this needs to be said.
The weather the past few days has been absolutely gorgeous! Man oh man, I could take this kind of weather all summer. Won't last though. This morning I felt the humidity creep in our coastal haven. The heat and humidity are returning this weekend, according to the weather forecasts. Oh I can't wait.
I work two more days then I have Friday off. My friend Lar is coming down and we're celebrating his birthday with lunch and some Olde Time Photos. Yep, all part of my life.
This afternoon I'm attending a viewing for the mother of a good friend of mine. I'm out of sympathy cards again. Every year I stock up on sympathy cards for this year's deaths. Here it is June and I'm out already. Just another facet of being an Oldie Goldie as I am now. Friends, former classmates, relatives, parents of friends and neighbors....all dropping off with alarming regularity. Soon it will be my time. Oh yes, I'm going down that road not too long in the future and I'm all right with that because I won't know anything.
My friend Lar (yes, the same one that is visiting me this Friday to celebrate his birthday) just put his parents (94 and 92 respectively) in a "care facility" or whatever they call nursing homes today. Hey folks, I'm not going there. First of all I can't imagine myself being in my 90's. Then again I couldn't imagine myself in my 70's, which is where I am now. I never thought I would make it past 60 years of age. But here I am, an official Old Man. Actually, it's not too bad other than when I get up in the boring everything seems to ache. I'm not too ugly yet but getting there. My brain is still functioning, I think my job helps keep me focused and not degenerate into dementia like my good and longtime friend Big Bob. But 90 years old? Can you imagine yourself at 90 and living in a living care facility? I can't and I won't. For one thing I'm just too damn fussy. If I didn't die a week after I enter a nursing home someone would kill me.
So there you go folks. Another stream of consciousness from your friend Ron. Got that off my chest.
Have a great day!