On this Monday morning when I woke up, I had a different feeling than I've had the past several months. No, it wasn't because of Bill, who still isn't speaking to me although that is bothering me. Actually, I had a feeling of freedom. I had to check my calendar twice, but this week I don't have any doctor's appointments. None, nada, zero.
Of course this won't last but what a relief knowing that I can go the whole week without once visiting a doctor's office, being asked for my Medicare card and supplement insurance cards (which they ask EVERY TIME I go), being poked, prodded, and punctured. Yes folks, I have a FREE week.
I have to tell you folks, this does feel good. I remember a long time ago when I was young and healthy, full of vim and vigor and going to live forever. I used to go years without visiting a doctor. In fact I didn't even have a regular doctor. Oh how those days are long gone. Now that I have entered my
So what did I do this morning sans Bill? First I made my milk and banana run to the local Food Lion. I eat healthy. Only Corn Chex for breakfast with 2% milk and one small banana.
I also stopped at the post office. A dear friend of mine has a birthday coming up and I had to get a proper box to mail my gifts to him. Of course my time at the U. S. Post Office was spent mostly in line while the lady in front of me fumbled and fussed with ordering two money orders. What's the matter with getting a checking account lady?
Then I took a ten mile run down Rt. 16 to look for a now abandoned Church cemetery to full fill a Find a Grave.com photo request. I found the cemetery, which was bookended by two mobile homes with dangerous looking vehicles outside. I wouldn't linger around this cemetery. When I see these now abandoned cemeteries down here in Slower Lower, I always feel sad. Some of these headstone are over two hundred years old.
|New Market Cemetery today on Spicer Road, Ellendale, DE|
I take photos of headstones in cemeteries. Sure, it's a lot less glamourous but I can't run. I lost the ability to run years ago. Can't remember exactly when it happened but I tried to run once and my legs just didn't work. I can walk fast though.
This Friday my longtime friend Lar visits me for our annual Cowboy Photo at Old Time Photo. This is my birthday present to Larry. We'll have lunch then walk on (not run) the boardwalk. I'll take a video of Lar ogling
the young ladies in skimpy bikini bathing suits. Lar hates it when I do this but when we walk the boardwalk he can't seem to keep his eyes from roaming.
Funny thing happened last year, we walked by a couple of young punks and one of them took one look at us and snickered to his friend "There's two!" Obviously he mistook us for two old queens. I was tempted to confront him but then I thought better of it. Actually I thought "he's not worth the effort." This is what young dudes do, reinforce their doubts about their own masculinity by mocking a couple of old guys walking the Rehoboth boardwalk which has been know to be trod by Old Queens. Not us dude.