I usually put a "Weekly Roundup" posting here but this time I'm just going to let the brain waves flow and put those thoughts and observations to this post.
First I loved this photo that one of my cousins posted to her Facebook page. Only those "in the know" will "get" it. Oh those WERE THE DAYS.
So here's the deal folks, I'm still having the old prostate problems. Not to gross anyone out with TO MUCH INFORMATION (but I will anyway, you all know me - I say what I think with rare restrictions), every time I pee I feel like I have to pee again. Yep, there is a constant "I have to pee" feeling in my lower abdomen. This is going to take some getting used to. My urologist doesn't want to do anything until he takes a biopsy of my prostate for cancer. That doesn't happen until the end of January. Long time away. In the meantime, I suffer. At least there is no pain, just the discomfort of always feeling the need to pee. So there, got the TMI info out right away.
Yesterday Bill and I visited our friends who will move into their assisted living apartment today. God, I hope that's not the fate that awaits me. Both of them have lost their driver's license so their wings are severely clipped. All of their adult lives both of them have practically lived in their cars. A big change for both of them. I had breakfast with them. La La Land. Today at noon my one friend is having a birthday party for him at their new assisted living home. More La La Land. Pictures may or may not be taken.
Just got a bulletin that one of my co-workers gave his three week notice at work. He also works part-time as I do. Well, that didn't last long. He hasn't even been on the job six months. This month I've been filling in for all my three co-workers. Looks like I'm going to be working more hours again. I can't remember the last time I worked a whole month of my regular shift. My permanent shift seems to be that of a substitute worker. I don't mind working, the job isn't that hard and I like meeting people and providing the service that I provide but perhaps the hardest thing about my job is that it disrupts my eating schedule. You see, when I'm working a the hotel I can't eat. What I do is slip a packet of Lance cheese wheat crackers in between the phones calls and requests for extra pillows. An irregular schedule of this "nutrition" severely disrupts Ron's gastrointestinal activity (read between the lines - I've already provided too much information about my bodily functions in this posting).
|What I would rather eat for dinner - yum!|
I've been reading all the comments on the "Then" and "Now" photo of me and Bill on "Gay Marriage USA." About 80% of the comments are positive but 20% are negative, some very viciously so. Of course I read the usual "Gross!" and "You're going to hell!" and (get ready for it) "FAG!" (hardly the first time I've heard that endearment in my lifetime). No surprise that there is still a solid undercurrent of homophobia in this great land of ours that doesn't hesitate to rear its ugly, hateful head and spew venom. What I find interesting is the concentration on our sex life and "what do they do?" and the lack of interest in why Bill and I have been together for 48 years (we love one another). I have a simple answer for those who are obsessed with our sex life (which is nobody's business by the way):
"Marriage is not about constant sex but a loving, committed relationship."
The one constant I have in my life is Bill and no matter whatever difficulties I encounter in life I know I have that one rock which is more than many people have in their life. And in that respect I am indeed one of the luckiest men on the face of this earth.
|Bill at my work place|