|"Rounding the curve"|
What a week it has been! And it's still not over. I leave today for my 53rd class reunion. Yep folks, I'm one of the remaining surviving members of the Downingtown High School Class of 1959. The Last Class of the Fifties, a distinction well worth noting. I am very much looking forward to this reunion. My friend and fellow blogger Mark of "Our Simple Lives..." will be taking photos for me. It will be good to see Mark again. This all occurs later today.
Where do I start with this week? I'll start with yesterday. I'll try to make this as brief and painless as possible. Yesterday marked the end of a long friendship with three guys who I used to "pal around with" since the 70's. In fact, the one guy (who I met when we were in the Army in 1960) was one of the main reasons I retired to Delaware. Because of my visits to him and his "ranch" in the country outside Georgetown since the 70's, I grew to love Delaware. Unfortunately he is now suffering from Parkinson's and memory loss. He still knows who I am but that's about it. It is almost impossible to have a conversation with him. Their is no input from him and I doubt he even understands what I'm talking about. Talking with him is like talking to the wall.
For many years I used to go out for breakfast with him, his partner (who I have never liked, no has he liked me - he considers me a threat and is jealous of me) and another friend of their who is a non-stop talker and a major Bore. A few years ago I stopped going to breakfast with them because I just didn't have the time or patience to deal with his non-stop talker friend or his partner, who is a major Drama Queen.
Recently they moved nearby so I thought it would be a good idea to renew our weekly "going out to breakfast" together. Without going into the depressing details, the breakfast didn't turn out too well. In fact I had a major blowup (which is rare for me) and ended the friendship or whatever shreds of friendship remained until my meltdown. I simply do not have time for users and bores. The only reason I tolerated the other two guys in the past was because of my friendship with my longtime Army buddy. But he is so out of it now it really doesn't matter. I thought my head was going to explode yesterday. So the "friendship" ended with a dramatic scene in the parking lot. Wouldn't you like to see that on a video? No pictures this time though, my hands were too busy waving in the air while I was screaming.
|So much for the "reunion" breakfast|
The later part of the day fared better. Another friend of mine, this one from school days, was in town. I needed something to take my mind off of the early morning blowup so I called him to see if he wanted to catch up on gossip. He did. I hopped into my red Subaru Forester and zipped on down to his cottage in Rehoboth. Later that afternoon I took him to an early dinner to celebrate his 71st birthday. We went to the Purple Parrot, the only place I know of in Rehoboth that serves a charbroiled hamburger that actually tastes like a hamburger. We got caught up on all the latest juicy gossip, including the news that one of my gay neighbors here in my neighborhood has sold his house after he took it off the market. He had decided not to sell his house after being given an offer. The buyers came back and said they would pay his asking price. I should have such luck.
After our early dinner, I went down to the Olde Timey Photo Beach Tourist Trap Too Expensive photo place and had my annual fake photo taken (you'll see it later). Camille (the proprietor) remembered my name which greatly impressed me. This time I posed as a fur trapper. Can you believe it? I'm about as far from a fur trapper as you can get. I'm considering posing as a western salon girl with the big ostrich feather next year. Whaddya think?
Earlier in the week I had my three doctor's appointments. My life is becoming a series of doctor's appointment. Wednesday I wore my Holter heart monitor. That was an annoyance and I almost bungee dropped the monitor in my toilet the first time I visited my bathroom with it on. Thank goodness the cord wasn't long enough and the monitor stopped just short of the "water."
Friday I visited my dermatologist and had two more spots burned off of my face. My poor face, it's beginning to looking like a Pennsylvania country road full of potholes.
Also on Friday I received my annual flu shot at the Georgetown VA. My arm still hurts from that puncture.
My body and psyche took a lot of hits this week. I'm looking forward to a pleasant, relaxing day with my former classmates from yesteryear. Always fun to get together with them even though they are all to a man and woman conservative Republicans who are still going to vote for Romney. Don't worry, the woman who organized the reunion sent an e-mail out front that there would be no political "discussions." That's fine with me because I don't think I could take one more comment about how Obama is a radical, socialist, Muslim who pals around with terrorists. One blowup a week is enough for me.
|A few door dings here|