|Two old cats - me and Stormy - 2009|
Perhaps a few of my regular readers have noticed that lately I've been a bit "down." I've tried not to convey that black cloud in my blog postings but alas, a few caught on to my depressed state. It is no fun reading a depressing, down blog.
What got me depressed? First of all politics and the repugnant Republicans and that odious liar Willard Mitt Romney. No, I'm not going to go on a political spiel but only to say when I think of the possibility that the evil and banality that is the Republican Party today (the pig faced Karl Rove and his minions) could actually elect an empty suit like Romney and Paul Ryan, who wants to end Medicare as we know it and privatize Social Security actually makes me ill. Oh sure, I've heard the lies "our changes won't affect anyone over 55 years of age." Sure, believe that and I have a bridge I want to sell to you.
There is so many reasons to vote for President Obama and against the Romney/Ryan ticket that I don't know where to begin. This is beginning to sound like a political spiel isn't it?
One of the main reasons is that they would repeal the "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" law which prohibits openly gay members from serving in the armed forces. This from two men who saw fit not to serve in the military. This from a presidential candidate who justifies his five, strapping, healthy sons not serving in the military because they "work on his campaign and that is the same as serving in the military." NO IT ISN'T!
There is so much that is so wrong about today's Republican Party. Another truly horrible thing is happening in my home state of Pennsylvania with the most restrictive voter repression law in the nation. I used to be a poll worker when I lived in Pennsylvania. It's a good thing I don't live there now because I wouldn't, couldn't demand photo ID's from everyone, especially that little old lady who lives by herself and doesn't drive a car. Under today's law my Mother wouldn't be able to vote. Maybe it's just as well she's dead because knowing she would be denied the right to vote would probably kill her anyway.
So that is part of my funk folks. One of my commenters recently said he (or she) detected a bit of self pity in my more recent posts. They attributed it to me feeling bad about being old. I plead guilty to the self-pity part. I do have a life long weakness for self-pity which I try to suppress, sometimes without much success. When I see it creeping in I go into my shell until it goes away. But one thing I do not feel bad about is my age, no way, no how. It is what it is and I don't feel bad at all for being the Old Guy that I am. In fact I feel rather proud that I've made it this far. My only concern is that when I do die it's not too ugly, prolonged or painful. But I am growing old gracefully and for that I profoundly thankful.
I've also had some other things on my mind. Health issues. My right leg was so sore a couple of weeks ago. I was positive I had cancer of the leg and would have to have it amputated. Really, that is how dramatic I get. My leg is back to normal now. I still have my appointment with my doctor tomorrow to check it out but I have no idea what happened to my leg or why it is better now. But I am keeping my appointment with my doctor because I need a new personal doctor to "take me out." Now that I have more things happening to me, I should plan on having a doctor that is nearby and more convenient for me than the VA which is almost a hundred miles away. That distance doesn't work when I'm having a kidney stone attack which will happen again, I am positive. Plus, I'm having a spate of pre-cancerous skin issues on my face recently. My dermatologist says "there's a change and we want to be safe." What that means is that they're going to shave off more of my face. When I was young I hated my prominent nose. However, at this time of my life I want to keep as much of it intact as possible.
Something else that was preying on my mind was the annual family reunion that I organize and have in October. I've done this for the past two years. It is a LOT OF WORK but well worth it for keeping in touch with family members. Plus, I have a chance to have photos taken which I can share with my family.
This year I wasn't getting the response that was necessary to justify paying to have the reunion catered (need at least fifty). Last year one whole branch of the family didn't attend which hurt me a lot (I think I offended someone in the family unintentionally). I was afraid I would hold a reunion this year and hardly anyone would come. But I also felt bad for those who wanted to come. I felt obligated. I was torn. I finally bit the bullet this morning and sent out a missive through my Facebook account "postponing" the reunion this year. I hope I get a favorable reaction to that news.
|Two young cats - me and Morris, the rescue kitten - 1980|