No, I'm not watching the Super Bowl. However, if I can time it right I would like to see and hear Renee Fleming sing at the half time show. But as far as the game goes, COULD.NOT.CARE.LESS.
I used to watch football religiously on TV until I realized that the "football games" were actually one continue commercial interrupted occasionally for a few downs of football. Ever wonder why soccer never caught on in the U.S.? Not enough time outs for the commercials. When the soccer players play their game, they're actually playing instead of standing around after yet another time out, patting each other on the ass and discussing the next 4 second play with the sideline coaches. No thanks folks, I caught onto the NFL scam years ago. And no, big lugs in skin tight football pants doesn't do anything for me.
Another abrupt change of subject. I got the stitches out of the slices of flesh that were taken from me by dermatologist last week. The good news is that both biopsies came out clean. Thank God, my dermatologist did drop the word "melanoma" because of the uneven borders of the growths on my skin next to my ear and on my knee. The bad news is that I when my stitches were removed they hurt like Hell. I've had them removed before with no problem but this time the (new?) guy picked and poked at the stitches. The patch of skin that was sliced next to my right knee is still inflamed and icky looking. I may have to call their office tomorrow about that. It should have been on the healing mode by now, based on my past experiences. Always something isn't it. I think I even have a slight fever. Great. This is all I need.
A couple of weeks ago, someone who I didn't even know posted a comment on Facebook that I and some other person who I don't know should take the lead in helping some of the members of our community (LGBT) with their medical appointments, shopping and such. Hey folks, I have my hands full just taking care of myself and my 85 year old spouse. Nothing like a major guilt trip posted on my Facebook account for all to see. Here's my feelings on that move, we have an organization down here in Gayberry that purports to be for the "community" but they seem to be all about fund raising and not so much about helping members of the community, or at least what I can see from my vantage point. Their "community" activity seems to be occasionally organizing a group of volunteers to clean up the yards of one of the low income (and drug infested) sections of Gayberry. You know folks, I wasn't going to mention this little action (publicly suggesting) by folks who I don't know, but I had to get this off of my chest. No names but they know who they are. Mother Teresa I'm not.
My car is major gunked up from all this snow, salt, slush and road spray. Last night I went to the car wash, it was packed. I had a hard time circling even to get out of there. This morning I went early, confident in the knowledge that my slothful Milton neighbors would not be at the car wash at 8 am. They weren't but none of the car wash bays were working. Figures. As I was leaving I told the mouth breathing car wash attendant "None of the bays are working." He looked at me like I just stepped off a space ship. I repeated my declaration. I think the second time my statement sunk in because he turned to look at one of the bays. I wheeled myself out of there and drove down to Walmart. A Walmart visit always lifts my spirits after early morning frustrations.