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My First Home and Other Non-related Musings

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My Mom (pregnant with me) at their first home Mineral Springs, PA - 1941 Today is one of those days in which I cannot think of anything to write about.  Oh yes, I have THOSE days.  What do they call it?  "Writer's block?"   I do have things I was tempted to write about but all too often I'm complaining or bitching about some perceived slight or lack of service or disrespect. But honestly folks, I do try to control my negative impulses, unlike a certain president elect we know of (mentioning no names here). So what do I write about this Dead Week between Christmas and New Year's?   I could write about the awful confluence of the deaths of Carrie Fisher and today Debbie Reynolds, only two days after her daughter died.  I always liked both of these women because of their authenticity and honesty. So rare these days.  Debbie and Carrie, we will miss you but your memories will always be with us.  I know that is a cliche but so true.  I'll always remember

Whole House WIFI

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Another Christmas has come and gone. Don't they seem to come around fast?   We'll leave our abbreviated Christmas decorations up for another week.  We'll take them down after New Year's Day.  Put them away for another year. This is the Dead Week.  Not much on TV except for rehashes of the "highlights" of the previous year, which I really don't want to be reminded of.  I know what happened. I don't do New Year's resolutions but I do have a couple of things to get done in the new year.  One of them is to get whole house WIFI.  I thought I had whole house WIFI when I had a Computer Guy over hear last week to hard wire my WIFI.  Cost me $185.00. Doesn't work. So frustrating.  I didn't plan it this way but my Internet (Comcast) modem is located in my home office which was the smallest bedroom at Casa Tipton-Kelly.  That bedroom is the farthest point from my bedroom which is at the exact opposite end of our house.   I would like to

Christmas 2016

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Merry Christmas everyone! Well, here we are at yet another Christmas.  This is a special Christmas for me because it is the first time in years that I haven't had to work Christmas Day.   I cannot remember the last time I didn't work Christmas Day.  I have to tell you it's sort of nice.  In fact it is VERY nice. Bill and I will spend a quiet day here at Casa Tipton-Kelly, which is just the way we like it. You could say we're spending Christmas the way you would expect two old (very old) gay men to spend Christmas Day, alone sans the kids and family. Which is just fine with us.  Not that we have anything against those who want to fill their Christmas Day with screaming little monsters kids running around the house, running into your legs. Crazy uncles (or aunts) at the dinner table ranting about their crazy assed political views.  Oh no, we don't need THAT.   Hillbilly Christmas Dinner - the kind I USED to attend Most of all we don't need the

Happy Birthday Mom!

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My Mom Betty Hadfied Tipton with her dog "Nancy", 1963 Today would have been my Mother's 93rd birthday.   Yes, she was a Christmas Eve Baby.  All my life I will think of December 24th as my Mother's birthday, Christmas Eve second. My Mother as a young girl with her two older brothers, George, Jr and Randall and her doll, which she told us that after this photo was taken they tore the head off of her doll.  Life wasn't easy for Mom. - 1928 Not to give you the life history of my Mother (which I've already done numerous times in this blog), but she had a difficult childhood. Her Mother died before she was two years old.   My Mother looking at a photo of her Mother, the first time she saw this photo which was supplied by a cousin She often told us that growing up her birthday present (which wasn't much, maybe an orange in a stocking) was always presented to her as "this is your Christmas present too."   Thus, I always made su

Aging, Not So Gracefully

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My high school seniors Marching band (I'm to the far left in the back with my Sousaphone wrapped around me) and my best friend Bill B. is to the far right in the back behind his bass drum) - 1959 This post is yet another one about me facing the challenges of aging. Something I didn't give much though to when I was in my glorious youth. This evening I called my longtime friend Bill B. (from school days) to wish him a happy birthday (his birthday is Christmas Eve).   Our first topic of conversation (we had already agreed not to talk about Trump politics, or more accurately he warned me NOT to bring up any anti-Trump rants lest "there not be much to talk about") was our health.  "How are you doing Bill?"  And this time I meant it. "Any falls?" "What prescriptions are you taking now?" "Who's the latest classmate to die (quite a few this year)." You know the usual topic of conversation of 75 year old men.  Ah for

Price is Right! Here We Come!

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Me at "The Price is Right!" last year (the poor photo is a result of taking it from the TV show - I had to freeze frame to capture my two seconds of celebrity glad-handing our friend Lloyd who was called to "Come on down!" We're going to "The Price is Right!" again this year! The line outside CBS Television studio waiting to get into "The Price is Right!" - this is the day last year that we stood in line for about three hours. Not to worry, they do keep you entertained and the weather was beautiful that day! I just finished printing my tickets.  We'll be on the show Valentine's Day, February 14th, 2017.   Our "Priority Ticket" for Valentine's Day, February 14th, 2017. This guarantees us entrance to the show after waiting in line for hours - it's worth it! This is the second year we're going. Neither one of us got called up on "The Price is Right!" stage last year by George the announ

Washing Machine Repair

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RB Appliance Service Arrived at Casa Tipton-Kelly to repair my washing machine Another busy day around here at Casa Tipton-Kelly. Our ten year old Whirlpool washing machine has been acting temperamental lately. I put the wash in, the water fills up the tub and . . . . . . . . . nothing.  Well, as you know I am NOT mechanically inclined.  In fact I'm a real doofus when it come to ANYTHING mechanical.   I don't know and I don't WANT to know. My talent is organization, charming personality and writer par excellence.  Well, maybe not so much of the latter (but I do like to write, witness how I can go on and on about nothing in my blog posts).  About six months ago I noticed that I had to fiddle around with the knobs on the washing machine to get it started after the tub filled with water.  I didn't know how I got it to start chugging but I did.  Then about two months ago, when I was leaning on the lid to reach the knob I realized that I could push the lid in an

Christmas Memories

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Every year at this time of Christmas I enjoy revisited my past Christmas memories. For all my photos, I have absolutely no photos of me as a young child in front of a Christmas tree.  There are no photos of me sitting on Santa's lap.  That's because I never sat on Santa's lap.  My parents never took us (me and my two younger brothers) to a Santa, department store or a Salvation Army Santa. That kind of tradition just wasn't in their DNA. Brat on Santa's lap The first Christmases I can remember was when we lived in that cockroach infested, second floor apartment ($22 a month rent) on Washington Avenue in the white trash section of Downingtown in the late 40's and early 50's.  Ironically, that apartment building is still there and it is still the white trash section of Downingtown.  And believe me, White Trash.  My father was a hillbilly, literally.  Arrived in Pennsylvania from the mountains of western North Carolina in 1929 with his eight bro