Thursday, December 31, 2020

New Year's Eve Rumninations

Me at the Philadelphia Mummer's Parade 1965 (with the big smile and trench coat)


 Here I am, another New Year's Eve working at the hotel. 

I'm at work now, on call at the front desk. Waiting for one more guest to check in. 

Surprisingly, occupancy is quite good tonight, albeit subdued. No one asked me where the fireworks are tonight. I wouldn't know if you asked me. I don't think the locals are doing a fireworks display this year. Too much of a super spreader event.

Tomorrow will begin another new year. Hopefully this coming new year will be vastly better than 2020. One thing for sure, Trump will be gone. But not of course without a last grasp by his coward Congressional Republicans seeking to overturn the lawful election of Joseph Biden as president. Trump and his cowed sycophants say there was "massive fraud." Where? Show us! Of course they have no evidence, they're just following Dear Leader's exhortations. They are petrified of a negative Trump tweet that could affect their reelection chances that they will do anything Dear Leader instructs them to do. Notice how I slip into these rants? 

Change of subject.

Lately I've been having a lot of dreams. No nightmares, thank goodness. I don't think I've ever had a nightmare in my life. Some uncomfortable dreams for sure but none of those dramatic, wake up screaming nightmares like you see in the movies. 

My dreams of late have been of friends, family and pets of mine that are departed. Sometimes I think they are beckoning to me. Probably are since I'm not that far from Check Out Time. I've already outlived most of my contemporaries, something that I would never have imagined if you had asked me that when I was in my younger days. I thought for sure I would be gone by the time I was sixty years old. I almost checked out when I was seventeen years old from that botched hernia operation where I contacted a staph (sepsis) infection that took me six months and numerous hospital stays and surgeries to correct. Maybe my young resilient body saved me that time.

Now, my whole body aches. In fact it is aching now (back). I had to take another Advil. I can't stand more than an hour before the left side of my back below my shoulder blade screams in increasing pain. Could be a lot worse of course. That's what I always tell myself when I focus too much on my woes.

Any New Year's Eve resolutions Ron? No for me, I'm not one for New Year's Eve resolutions. If I make any resolutions, I make them during the year to correct course. It's what I've done all my life and I'm not about to change now.

This time of year I often think of my New Year's celebrations of years past when I was in the prime of my life. I lived in Philadelphia. New Year's Eve was spent at the local gay bar (usually the Westbury Bar which is now a drug store or the 247 Bar which is now a restaurant - gay bars are an artifact of history in these inclusive accepting times of the so called "gay life-style"). New Year's Day was spent watching the Mummer's strut down Broad Street in Philadelphia. Of course drinking was involved thus the cold didn't bother me too much.  Now in my old man days, New Year's Day will be spent at home with Bill, doing my usual routine. Breakfast, then to my home office to check my e-mails, update my on-line Scrabble games with Pat and a slew of strangers on Facebook, lunch, nap, then back to my home office for more e-mail checks and online Scrabble games and maybe update my blog. Hopefully I'll have one of my Netflix DVD's to watch tomorrow at the Tipton Cinema (my home theater in my bedroom.)


Such is the life of this seventy-nine year old Delawarean this new year. I don't even have my Palm Springs Winter Escape to look forward too. I cancelled that trip last week because of the virus. I haven't received my refund yet which is bothering me. That's something I will have to check into next week. 

Have a happy new year everyone! 




Wednesday, December 30, 2020

What a Year!

 



One day left in 2020. What a year huh folks?

Interesting I didn't get any comments on my "Satan Meets 2020" previous blog post. I for one thought it was hilarious. But they I have a weird sense of humor. Great Satan though, some horns. 

All is well here at Casa Tipton-Kelly. Neither Bill or I have the COVID virus. We're pretty well isolated except for our neighbor who visits us occasionally for a short period of time. He never wears a mask (he's a Trumper). I like him and he's a great neighbor but both Bill and I do keep our distance when he visits us. I was especially worried this past week because he had his extended family visit him for the Christmas holidays, nary a mask in sight. Which just goes to show you that sometimes good people make bad decisions. It's one thing not to want to be inconvenienced with wearing a mask but to put others at risk because of your "I got my freedoms" attitude is quite another thing. 

Trump continues to refuse to admit he LOST the election.  Just today Senator Josh Hawley of Missouri said he will contest the Electoral College certification that the U.S. Senate will hold January 6th. Hawley thinks he's a viable candidate for the U.S. presidency in 2024. What this stupid fuck doesn't realize is that he has revealed himself to be a traitor to democracy by his selfish and sycophancy to Dear Leader, Donald J. Trump. Just think folks, only twenty-three days left until Trump is finally gone and assigned to the dustbin of history along with other colossal LOSERS. Trump joins that exclusive presidential club of one term presidents George H. W. Bush, Jimmy Carter and Herbert Hoover. All LOSERS! At least Jimmy Carter renewed himself and his reputation with his Habitat for Humanity volunteerism. Donald Trump will go down in history as the biggest loser ever, a fitting epitaph for this truly evil person. Trump has gotten away his whole life cheating and breaking laws. That's about to end once he leaves office January 20th, 2021. No one is above the law. Trump is nothing but a cheap criminal and his time is coming. Get a new hero Trumpers, Donald's going to be busy with his court cases.

I've officially cancelled my February trip to Palm Springs. Still waiting for my refund. This makes three plane trips (received credit) and three trips (hotels) cancelled this year. I don't think I'll be able to renew my trips with Pat until this coming fall, when I usually visit Pat in Hamilton, Ontario. I miss our trips but I stay in touch with Pat several times a day via FaceTime. 

Tomorrow, New Year's Eve, I work at the hotel. I'll be home in time to bring in the New Year with Anderson and Andy. See you there!


Monday, December 28, 2020

When Satan Met 2020

 This is the time of year I dislike the most, the "dead" week between Christmas and New Year's. 

I watch a lot of TV, mostly as wallpaper background while I'm doing something else like blogging (as I am doing now), cooking, having a meal of other activity. The only time I actually sit down in front of a TV screen is when I'm watching one of my Netflix rental movies on my bedroom 65 inch TV, otherwise known as the Tipton Cinema. My own private movie theater, which I LOVE.

This week, almost all of the regulars on my MSNBC and CNN shows are off, enjoying the holidays. The substitute anchors are not the same and frankly, not all that interesting. Yes, I am discerning. 

What I really hate though is all the recaps of the past year. Hey, I know what happened. I don't need a recap. A reminder of what an awful year 2020 has been for so many.

Thankfully here at Casa Tipton-Kelly we've been very fortunate, no major disaster. Oh sure, all the little annoyances like things wearing out and having to be replaced. One thing that is wearing out is me and Bill. You should see us creaking around the house and outside, two old hobbling men. We're managing though. And we both feel so fortunate that we haven't caught the virus. So many families have suffered losses this past year, we are lucky here and I know it. 

At the top of this blog I've posted a video, albeit a funny one I hope, of how this past year has been. Yes, it's been like an Internet hookup date with Satan himself. We have plenty of toilet paper!

Saturday, December 26, 2020

Snow Storm Crawford Road, Visit to Bob MC and Ed Cage Home Feb 17 2003


A step back in time folks. This time seventeen years ago when Bill and I lived in Pennsylvania on 6.875 acres of wooded land on the side of a hill in East Brandywine Township, outside Downingtown, PA.

This video is in three parts. The first part is me hamming it up shoveling snow from our home in the middle of the woods. When we lived in Pennsylvania we often got the big snow storms that resulted in a ground cover of snow until early spring. This was one of them. 

The second part of the video I'm visiting my good friend (from Army days) Bob McCamley who lived on twenty-two acres of wooded land outside Georgetown Delaware. Bob was my inspiration to move to Delaware, which I did in November of 2006 and where I am now, typing this blog for posterity. It was a foggy day when I visited Bob. Sad to say, my friend Bob passed away five years ago and his double-wide home in the middle of his woods in Delaware is now being slowly engulfed by vegetation. Very sad whenever I go by his road, I can no longer see or even get into the road to his home. Sad, sad. The house is in limbo because his partner Jim is now in assisted living.  

The third part of this video is of my late friend Ed Cage's home at 206 Laurel Street in Rehoboth Beach, Delaware.  Ed has also passed on and his lovely original Rehoboth Beach cottage has since been torn down and replace with one of those McMansions that are gradually changing the character of Rehoboth Beach. Ed had asked me to take photos of his recently renovated kitchen so he cold show those photos to his friends. I agreed to do so on the stipulation that I could stay at his place for the weekend, which I did.  This was where I took the opportunity to get the lay of the land because at this time I was considering eventually moving to Delaware because I could no longer keep up with the ever increasing Pennsylvania school and real estate taxes (and state income tax, wage tax, per capita tax, sales tax, and country personal property tax.)  Lots of taxes in Pennsylvania folks which I don't miss at all. Here in Delaware I have ONE tax, a school-property tax with is about one-fifth of what I was paying in Pennsylvania. 

 I miss living in Pennsylvania and our wonderful home but we (me and Bill) have a wonderful home here in Delaware, good neighbors (not so nice in PA) and others. Although ironically, the gay community here in southern Delaware hasn't been too friendly, they're more of a cliquish social club for retired Washington DC government la de dah workers and Baltimore retirees. I occasionally get their publication Letters put out by Camp Rehoboth, they all seem to be having a good time and I am happy for them but whenever I tried to interact with them I was met with disdain and a "you don't belong in our crowd" attitude. Fortunately I haven't encountered that coldness from my neighbors (straight), co-workers and others I have met and become friends with since we moved to Delaware. Maybe I'm not gay enough (the drag thing you know, they're really into perpetuating the gay stereotype of drag everything). But there I go, going off on one of my stream of consciousness rants, which I am prone to do on this, MY BLOG where I can express my true feelings. Yes, I've met a few gay friends since we moved to Delaware (Bob, Chuck to name a few) but nobody close. My best friend outside of Delaware lives in Canada. And you all know who that is.

Back to Ed's place (he never made it to the In Crowd either), when he died in 2015 his place was put up for sale for $399,000; renovated kitchen an all (I loved his kitchen).  His place sold for $633,000 and the new owners promptly TORE IT DOWN.  If you're ever in Rehoboth Beach on 206 Laurel Street (three blocks from the ocean, great location), check it out. It's a three story McMansion rental with a swimming pool.  Poor Ed would be turning over in his grave.

The video is only thirty minutes long and if you can tolerate the unevenness of my defective video camera (I dropped it once and it skipped ever since whenever I moved), it's an enjoyable video of a time past. A moment in time which we will never see again but will be memorialized forever because I posted it on this blog. Yes, that means long after I'm gone (which shouldn't be too long now, check back here in ten years), you all with have this to remember me by.

Enjoy!!

Friday, December 25, 2020

Christmas Day 2020

 

Sliced turkey with stuffing, and cranberry sauce compliments of "Margaret"

A very Merry Christmas to everyone this Christmas Day 2020!

Bill and I are spending a quiet day at home. I'm looking forward to our Christmas turkey dinner later today compliments of "Margaret" of Rehoboth Beach, longtime follower of this blog. 

Remember one of my previous blog posts that I lamented that I would LOVE to just have some slices of turkey at Thanksgiving or Christmas dinner? Little did I ever envision that someone would be so kind and generous to make my wish come true! 

You know folks, I do believe in the inherent goodness of (most) people. Oh sure, there are the evil ones (you all know who I'm talking about, he's golfing right now in Florida) but most people, even those of differing political views are basically good people. For instance, my neighbor. He still has his Trump/Pence sign outside his house but I literally couldn't ask for a better neighbor. We watch out for each other (his wife, son and brother died this past year).  I walk his dog when he goes fishing, he painted my mailbox post. He keeps an eye on Bill when I'm at work and when I am on holiday with Pat. I've lost count how many times he accompanied either Bill or me to Emergency Room for one of our numerous visits since we lived here the past fourteen years. In fact, he is the best neighbor Bill and I have ever had in our fifty-six years together, and that includes gay friendly center city Philadelphia. 

I'm not sure who "Margaret" is (I think I know) but what I am sure of is that her generosity and kindness has made my Christmas this year. I finally get that slice of turkey, with stuffing, broccoli, gravy, cranberry sauce and apple pie! It just doesn't get any better than that folks!

Have a wonderful Christmas Day everyone!

Thursday, December 24, 2020

Christmas Eve 2020


 Do you feel it? The peacefulness and quiet of Christmas Eve? I do.

I always look forward to this time of year when I can experience Christmas Eve and sometimes Christmas Day working at the hotel.

When I came in for my shift this afternoon I was greeted with a gift of food from "Margaret." I'm not sure who "Margaret" is but she left me a delightful sparkly Christmas card (I LOVE sparkly Christmas cards) wishing me and Bill a wonderful Christmas. Her card was in a big shopping bag of individually styrofoam packaged FOOD for me and Bill to eat Christmas Day.  Hey, that sliced turkey that I had mentioned in previous blog posts about Thanksgiving and Christmas. How generous of Margaret and what a delightful surprise. 

I will eat both meals of course, because Bill doesn't like turkey and doesn't eat full meals. But he'll sure have some of that apple pie, which smelled delicious!

Thank you Margaret, you are very kind and generous. You made my Christmas celebration.

This year Christmas seems somewhat off because of all the confusion around Trump leaving office and the pandemic that is raging through the U.S. and the world. In fact, the days don't even seem right. Yesterday seemed like Friday and today seems like Monday. What day is it anyway? Oh, Christmas Eve.

Low occupancy at the hotel tonight (guest in the VIP suite, a reservation I made last Monday for them.) I just got back from checking all the rooms in the main building. I check to make sure all the TV's are working (our most common call at the front desk, synching the TV with the cable box). 

I would watch "The Christmas Carole" again (Alistar Sim 1951 version on TV) but we don't have Turner Classics on our system now, more's the pity. Most other shows are reruns and the live ones like CNN have anchor people I have never seen before in my life. I'm never quite comfortable with them, give me Wolf and Anderson anytime.

Bill and I have nothing special planned for tomorrow. We stopped exchanging gifts longer than many of you who read this blog have been alive. We do exchange cards though, which is always special. I think I have every card we've exchanged for the last fifty-five years. Yes, I'm one of those people who saves all my Christmas cards. Whoever inventories my estate when I pass on is really going to have a "Wow!" moment of "Why did he save ALL his Christmas cards?" I'll tell you why, because I'm a sentimental old fool. Besides, it makes me feel good to go back and look at cards from friends, relatives, and co-workers who I no longer receive cards from because they have passed on. Which reminds me, I didn't receive a card this year from another longtime friend.  She was the wife of a former boss of mine. He died some years ago but she has always sent me cards for over forty years now. Ironically I've never met her but she always puts a nice note in the cards. I also didn't receive a card from the husband of a former friend of mine who died over twenty years ago. I'll check the Social Security index on Ancestry.com to see if they're still alive. One day someone will say "Hey, I didn't receive a card from Ron this year. I wonder if he's still alive." Oh sure, that day will happen folks. Like by younger brother John said "We all get our turn Ronnie." And indeed we do and my turn is not that far down the road. 

I don't want to end on that down note, so here is my wish for a wonderful Christmas for all of you.


Wednesday, December 23, 2020

Ultra Sound Test Results

 



It was with some trepidation that I called my urologist's office today for the results of the ultra sound test that was taken of my testicles last week. 

Every time I call a doctor's office for the results of a test I am reminded of the time my other urologist informed me that I had prostate cancer. When he matter of factly said "You have prostate cancer" as he rushed into the cubicle where I was waiting for him, that information didn't register with me. He was so matter of fact about it like "it's going to rain tomorrow."  My reaction was like Walter White of "Breaking Bad" when his doctor informed him he had terminal cancer, Walter didn't register that news either, he fixated on a mustard stain on his doctor's tie. My doctor wasn't wearing a tie, I think a bow tie. Still, that news didn't register with me immediately.

After dropping that H-Bomb on me he said "You have a range of options but at your age you'll probably die of something else. I do remember how taken aback I was by that yet another matter of fact statement, "your age?"  My first response was to look over my should thinking "You talking to me?" What? I'm THAT old?" This news was transmitted to me in 2013 when I was ONLY 72 years old.  Hey wait, actually I am THAT old.  Reality bites.

Ever since that earth shaking moment for me, I'm now prepared for bad news as a result of tests.

This time I got good news. The occasional soreness in my right testicle is a result of a strained vein, which I was told "is normal".  What was left unsaid of course was "at your age."  Hey folks, I'm wearing out but at least I don't have cancer. And for that I am very thankful.

Have a wonderful Christmas everyone!

Monday, December 21, 2020

Christmas Week 2020

 

Gore Park Hamilton Ontario Christmas Tree and Nativity Scene 2020

Here we are folks, another Christmas. The older I get it seems that Christmas rolls around much faster. Of course in this year of the Great Pandemic, Christmas is vastly different from previous Christmases. 

Bill and I aren't affected by our Christmas celebration because of the pandemic.  We stopped exchanging gifts many years ago. Neither one of us is religious but we do enjoy the bright multi-colored lights of this pagan holiday (which is actually the origin of Christmas). I also sometimes feel a sense of peace during this season but peace never happens, does it?

Of course this year the big gift is that Trump, the Criminal in the White House, traitor, incompetent who is responsible for thousands of deaths from COVID due to his catastrophic failure of leadership, will soon be gone from the office of the presidency. But not before he inflicts even more damage to our country. Now he's even seriously considering declaring martial law to overturn the election of the swing states.  Some would say this is unbelievable that a sitting president of the United States would even seriously consider such a traitorous act, but I don't put anything past the evil that Donal Trump is. What surprises and saddens me is the cowardice of the Congressional Republicans who are so cowed by a Trump tweet that they have failed in their Constitutional oath of office to protect our country from external and internal (Trump) enemies. And make no mistake about it, Trump is the greatest threat our democracy has ever faced. Let's just hope we can make it until January 20, 2021 and Trump's fat ass is dragged from the White House.

 There, I went on a Trump Rant again. Sorry folks, uh no I'm not sorry actually. I need to get that out every now and then, my therapy. 

Back to Christmas, I'm working Christmas Eve but I have off Christmas Day, which is nice. No Christmas tree here at Casa Tipton-Kelly but we have lights strung up on the sun room and our living room. I also have Christmas bubble lights, which both Bill and I love. Brings back memories of our Christmas in the 50's. 

I've cancelled another plane trip. This one was scheduled for Modernism Week in Palm Springs, California from February 9th to February 22nd. Because of the California lockdown due to a spike in COVID infections, that event is cancelled. That makes three plane trips I have credit for at American Airlines.  I'm prepared to hunker in here for the winter. 

Hopefully Bill and I will get our vaccinations soon and not have to worry about being infected with this deadly virus. I saw on the news yesterday that Marco Rubio and Lyndsay Graham already received their vaccinations yesterday.  How is THAT possible?  Those two slime balls. But I digress. 

If I don't get to post before Christmas, I want to wish all of you who read this blog and very happy Christmas!

Monday, December 14, 2020

Balls Out

 



How is that for a blog title to get your attention? 

First of all, a warning because this post is exactly what the title says. It is not about checking ballrooms. 

This morning I had an appointment for an ultra sound of my um, testicles. 

Annually I check in with my urologist because of my past history with prostate cancer (2013) and my numerous bouts with kidney stones (four operations and at least eight emergency room visits during the passing of a kidney stone.  Aren't I lucky? Most of my medical procedures seem to involve the areas below my waist. 

My first operation was for a hernia when I was seventeen years old. That one didn't turn out well because I contacted a staph infection from which I almost died. Six months in and out of the hospital and two more operations, the staph infection was finally cleared.

I've since had six colonoscopies (history of colon cancer in my family). My last colonoscopy my doctor advised me to get one every three years which I am due this year but probably won't get it because the hospitals are busy with COVID patients.

A few years ago I tore my left quadricep leg muscle and had an operation to tie that muscle back together. Remember that one? I do, I'll never forget it. That was a medical procedure below my waist that I didn't have to display my nether regions, thank goodness. A rare occasion. And oh, I have had hemorrhoids operated on, twice. Oh yes, I've had the whole panoply of medical attention below my waist. 

Now to this morning's visit. My urologist asked me during my visit Friday "Anything else bothering you?" I mentioned to him that occasionally my right testicle felt a little sore.  I've had this my whole life ever since I landed on my bicycle seat a little too fast when I was a paper boy when I was ten years old. I at first hesitated saying even telling him about it since that was sixty-nine years ago but what the heck? Might as well tell him about it.  He said "Let's have a look."  Here we go. Actually this was the first time my urologist "had a look" since the three years I've been seeing him. My previous urologist almost always had to "have a look" but this one hasn't until now. 

He checked out the area I told him there was a slight dull ache (on a pain scale of 1 to 10 this was maybe a 1 1/2 but there).  He felt something and thought it was a slight infection, although "infection" wasn't the word he used.  I can't remember the word but he prescribed an antibiotic.  That antibiotic seems to be working. The dull ache went away, but it came back. 

Then we come today. I was expecting to have an X-ray. Lay on the table, pantless and the gown on.  Oh no, this was an ULTRA-SOUND.  You know, the jelly on the "part."  I've had previous ultra sounds on my stomach. Remember how those were? Cold jelly on your warm stomach. Now today I got that cold jelly on my.....yes....testicles. Now here was a new experience.  Who applied it?  Sure, a very attractive woman. Why not?  I just hope she doesn't turn up as a future hotel guest. I was very thankful it wasn't an attractive young man.

Last week I was having a conversation with my younger brother who has been through quite a few medical procedures this past year. Some of those medical procedures involved his nether regions included inserting a stint in his penis (I've had that too).  He told me he had a problem with the very attractive young lady who performed that procedure (he got aroused).  Not me. While I wasn't comfortable with a woman or anyone handing that area of my body, I don't get aroused in those circumstances. 

This is how it went. She told me to remove my "bottom clothes". Gave me two small towels. Fold one up and put them under my testicles. Put my penis on my stomach and cover it with the other towel. Pull the sheet up to my exposed testicles. Sound like fun?  No but manageable. 

She knocked on the door. "Ready?" I was, or as ready as I would ever be. 

She came in and applied the jelly to you know where. Surprisingly the jelly wasn't cold. Then because the examination which seemed to take a LONG time but actually was probably only five minutes. And for good measure she checked out my left testicle. Why not? Might as well while down there.

Then it was over. She said "You can clean yourself up and go out by the exit."  Sort of sound sexual doesn't it? It wasn't.  I cleaned as much of that ultra-sound jelly off as possible and exited. I almost went out the wrong exit, an emergency exit to the parking lot (in the pouring rain yet, no sunny day for this procedure).  I thought perhaps this exit was because I had shamed myself with this examination. But no, she saw my near error and directed me towards the proper exit.....out the front door.

And that was MY day. How was yours?


Thursday, December 10, 2020

Ring Doorbell



Yes, that's me (on the right in the top  phot with my computer guy checking out the newly installed Ring Doorbell

I gave myself an early Christmas present this week, Ring Doorbell.

Like you, I've seen the Ring Doorbell commercials where the owner of the house catches a thief stealing their Amazon package from the front porch. I was hesitant to order a Ring Doorbell when it first came out. I wouldn't know how to install in and I'm reluctant to order anything this new until they get all the kinks out. 

I decided to order Ring Doorbell last month when my computer guy was in trying to fix my latest Mac OS upgrade (Big Sur) which screwed up my Time Machine backup. During his visit he checked his Ring Doorbell because there was some motion activity. I was impressed. This is something I could use. I frequently receive Amazon deliveries.  I don't get too many other people showing up at my front door other than my neighbor Bob M. and the occasional driveway guy who has left over asphalt and is going to give me a deal (sure). I'm always reluctant to answer the door. And because Bill is hard of hearing he doesn't answer the door, thus worrying Bob (our neighbor) when I'm at work. Now I can check whose at our door wherever I am. At work, Philadelphia, Canada and yes, even Palm Springs California (if I ever get to travel again because of this COVID pandemic). 

I asked my computer guy could he install Ring Doorbell if I bought one. He said he could.  And he did.  Seeing all the work he put into it (Bill had screwed up our previous doorbell wiring) I'm glad I contracted with him to do it. 

I subscribed for five dollars a month to have a recording of all the activity at our front door. Well worth it. 

I also ordered an ECHO ("Alexa"). 

Oh, and by the way, I also got my new iPhone 12 Pro Max upgrade. That was somewhat of a bear to transfer the information from my previous iPhone but I did and I'm set now. 

Yours truly continues to stay apace with the Digital Age.

Thursday, December 03, 2020

Cleaning Out Closets

 

Box of old letters
Box of old letters

Finally, after forty years I'm going to use the rest of my cedar boards and have my two walk in closets lined.

When Bill and I built our house in Pennsylvania in 1980 one of the luxuries I insisted upon was having all the closets cedar lined. I had that written into my contract with my builder. However, when it came time to line those closets my builder tried to cut corners (as they often do) and suggested that I instead put cedar chip boards in my closets. "No way" I told him, it's in my contract that cedar boards are to be applied." My builder went into a snit for a while but eventually he put the tongue and grove cedar boards in all my closets. He had five packets of cedar boards left over. I paid for them and I kept them, stored in the space above the garage in our Pennsylvania house for the twenty-five years we lived in Pennsylvania. 


Left over cedar boards

Then in 2006 we moved to Delaware. We had another new house built by Ryan Homes. I was so immersed in selling our Pennsylvania home that I neglected to get our closets here in Delaware cedar lined. I did bring down those left over five packages of cedar boards though, planning to eventually use them to cedar line my two walk in closets here at our Delaware home, also known as Casa Tipton-Kelly.

That time has come. Thirteen years later, that time has come.

This weekend I have arranged with a local contractor to cedar line my walk in closets. Of course that's going to cause major disruption but it is something I want done before I die. I love the smell of cedar. But first I had to clean out all my "stuff" in my closet. Not a job I look forward to but one that is necessary. 

Yesterday going through some of those things I found a box of old letters I have save. Several of them are from former lovers. "Lovers", for those of you of a certain age that is what we gays used to call our partners/husband/affairs. 

I started to read one of those letters this morning. By the way, "letters", what a quaint term in this time of the Digital Age, FaceTime and text messages. 

I'm glad I've saved all my old letters.

I read part of the letter that Joe Labriola (I mention his name because maybe he's still round and will stumble across my blog and contact me), a Ice Capades ice skater I met in Pittsburgh in January of 1963. 1963, a time when many of you who are reading this blog weren't even born. Yes, that's how OLD I am. 

Joe Labriola Mexico City 1962 (on tour with the Ice Capades)

I'm going to read that whole letter and transcribe it to type text (Joe's handwriting isn't the best). Just another project I have to complete before I checkout of this life. 

Life is interesting folks and I have had one very interesting life for which I am so thankful.

Friday, November 27, 2020

Post Thanksgiving Musings

 Another Black Friday has arrived.

Me at the Army barracks smoking a cigarette
Me at Ft. Meade Army barracks smoking a cigarette 1962


Last night I worked my regular Thursday night shift at the hotel. Occupancy was down because of the new COVID restrictions Delaware governor Carney has imposed. Even though there were less rooms, the guests are always interesting. My job at the hotel is like working at the crossroads of the world.

One guest called from the suite, which is an apartment that rents for $525 a night plus tax. He wanted to know if I had a vacuum cleaner and could I deliver it to him.  I told him "Yes, I have a vacuum cleaner but I can't do the stairs to the suite" (which is outside and up two flights of stairs). He said "No problem, I'll come over and pick it up."  

He came over to pick up the vacuum cleaner.  I asked him where he was from and why was he visiting Lewes.  He said his son is stationed at Ft. Meade Maryland and works at the NSA (National Security Agency). Small world! I told him when I was in the Army (1960-1963) I was also stationed at Ft. Meade and worked at the National Security Agency.  He said "Oh! You have to come back to the suite with me and tell that to my son!" I did and I found out his son is in the Navy. When I was at Ft. Meade, all branches of the service were represented, our concert barracks were in a row. The Marine barracks first, then Navy followed by the Army barracks and then the Air Force. The family was from Washington State. I told them that last year their Senator Patty Murray had stayed at the hotel. His wife asked me "How did you know our senator is Patty Murray?"  I told him "I follow politics and I know all the senators."  



Senator Patty Murray -D. Washington

This brief interaction with guests of the hotel where I work is one of the reasons I continue to work even as I enter the eight decade of my life. Thanksgiving is a day of loneliness for many. That often includes me. 

For years now I don't do anything special for Thanksgiving. I would have loved to have a couple of slices of roast turkey with stuffing, candied yams, cranberry sauce, and yes green bean casserole but my Thanksgivings at this time of my life, is not to be. I used to roast a turkey years ago but Bill doesn't like turkey. I "celebrate" my Thanksgivings like I did yesterday, sharing life with hotel guests like I did last night. One year one of my co-workers felt sorry for me and brought me in a plate of roast turkey with all the fixings. That was nice. 


Pat just called on FaceTime. Have to go!

Thursday, November 26, 2020

Happy Thanksgiving!


Last night I heard a cacophony of police and fire engine sirens screaming down Route One.  Route One or Coastal Highway borders our property via a small cornfield. 

One, two, three, four, five, six ............. flashing light, more sirens ......what was going on? I've heard and seen police cars speeding down Route One before in pursuit of a vehicle exceeding the speed limit. Occasionally a fire engine would race down Route One enroute to a fire, but never all this activity. What could it be?

This morning I check my NextDoor app to find out what was going on. 


Oh, okay. President-Elect Biden arriving at his summer beach house in Rehoboth Beach, which is only about five miles from Casa Tipton-Kelly. 

Yes folks, for at least the next four years Bill and I will be near the center of the universe, where the most powerful man in the world summers. Bye bye Mar-a-Lago.

Wednesday, November 25, 2020

Trump Pardons Flynn




The most corrupt president in U. S. history just pardoned Michael Flynn, his first national security advisor who pleaded guilty twice to lying to the FBI. 

You all remember Flynn, the disgraced former general who lead the chant "Lock her up!" against Hillary Clinton at the 2016 Trump campaign rallies.

This pardon was expected but still disgusting to hear. Of course this is the first of many pardons of criminals that Trump will do before he leaves office January 20th. I guess in a way you could say this is Trump's form of conceding the presidential election to Joe Biden.

Yesterday 2,157 people died from the COVID virus. One person every 40 second. Another 170000 people were infected. U. S. hospitalization for COVID-19surpassed 87000 on Tuesday, an all time high. Since the global pandemic began, the U. S. has over 260,000 deaths and 12.6 million infections, the most in the world. And what is Donald Trump's priority? Pardoning a traitorous criminal like Michael Flynn, who conspired with Turkish president Erdogan to kidnap one of Erdogan's political rivals, a religious cleric who lives in the U.S.

Trump says nothing about the virus. He doesn't care. What Trump cares about is staying in power at any cost and enabling his like minded traitorous friends and enablers. And still, his Congressional Republican enablers, led by Moscow Mitch McConnell, say nothing. They too, by their silence, are traitors to this country. We will never forget their cowardice.



Monday, November 23, 2020

Birthday and Thanksgiving Thoughts In The Pandemic




 Thanksgiving Day here at Casa Tipton-Kelly is going to be like every other Thanksgiving pandemic or not. In years past I always work Thanksgiving Day at the hotel. This year is no exception. 

We did have a good number of reservations at the hotel for this year's Thanksgiving celebration, but after Delaware governor John Carney's new COVID restrictions, most of those guests cancelled their reservations. Thus this year will be a quiet Thanksgiving here in southern Delaware, the summer home of the Joe Biden, President-Elect of the United States.

Last week I entered my 80th year of life. Yes, I am now 79 years old. One of my younger brothers sent me a birthday card asking reminding me that next year I will be 80 years old.  "How did THAT happen?" he asked. Yes, how did that happen? Folks, I never expected to reach 60 years of age, let alone 80 years of age. 

I have a lot to be thankful for, especially reaching my advanced age in relatively good health. Walking upstairs is even more difficult for me. In not too many years I suspect I won't be able to walk upstairs. 

I'm especially thankful that Bill is still here. He's 92 years old now and fading.  Hard of hearing and his eyesight is failing and now his cognitive abilities are deteriorating. But he still knows who I am and is very sweet now. No more of those sometimes ferocious arguments we used to have over nothing. Every day I get up in the morning and round the corner from my bedroom to the kitchen and find Bill waiting for me to start another day, I am so thankful.

Have a wonderful Thanksgiving everyone!

Sunday, November 22, 2020

Italian Pasta Salad

Ron's Italian Pasta Salad

 Hey! A recipe posting!

I know it's been awhile since I posted one of my favorite recipes, way overdue.

This recipe for pasta salad is one of my absolute favorites. This is one of those recipes that my stomach says "More! More!"  I could literally eat the whole container. 

So without further ado here is my version of Italian Pasta salad:


Ingredients

  • 1 box (12 oz) tricolor rotini pasta
  • 1 cup chopped cucumber (peeled and seeded, about 1 cucumber
  • 1 cup halved cherry or grape tomatoes
  • 1/4 cup finely diced red onion
  • 12 to 1 cup Italian salad dressing

Instructions:

  1. Cook pasta according to box instructions. Remember to salt your pasta water with 1-2 teaspoons of sale. When pasta is done, drain it and run cold water over it so the noodles can cool
  2. Combine the cooked and cooled pasta, cucumber, tomatoes and red onion. Pour Italian dressing over it and stir together (start with 12 cup Italian dressing and go from there. I put about 34 cup dressing on the salad and then reserve the rest to add to the salad before serving to moisten it back up.
  3. Can be eaten right away or refrigerated for a few hour before serving.

*I like it cold so I refrigerate for 2-4 hours before serving.

The original recipe calls for feta cheese (which I like) and black olives (which I also like) but I have omitted them because I prefer a minimalist pasta salad. 

In these times of COVID pandemic home confinement I find my recipes very comforting and often better than anything I could find in a restaurant. And look at the money I'm saving!

I have more recipes which I will share on this blog in the near future.

Have a great day!!!

Saturday, November 21, 2020

Good Morning Folks!

 



Patience Ron, patience!

I just spent a couple of hours trying to figure out how to do a new post on the new Blogger format.  Oh my God, what is it with all these upgrades that make life more difficult?

After I couldn't find the button for "new post" I went to YouTube for directions on how to post on the new Blogger format. Of course I got a You Tube video of a Middle Eastern man speaking in a foreign language which was of NO help.  I suspect he was Indian because there was a lot of tongue activity in his language (tongue getting in the way of his words).

Then I decided to take the advice of my longtime blogger friend Ur-Spo and go to WordPress. I created a "Retired In Delaware.blog" title. That worked. But I can't figure out how to get a choice of format. Folks, my brain is just too worn out to figure out how to get a new format. So here I am back to Blogger. I finally figured out how to get where I can make a new post.

Doing a little research this morning I found out that the new Blogger format is for mobile devices. Uh, well thank you but NO THANK YOU. I'm not going to update my blog on the go with my iPhone. 

So here I am back at my old blogger.  I feel at home here. I've been here since 2005. This is where I die.

Next post I hope to get back to my normal blogging update. 

Thank you for your patience!



Wednesday, November 18, 2020

New Blogger Format


 So what do you think? Yes, a new Blogger format. 

I've been dragged kicking and screaming into this new Blogger format. Well, maybe it's time. I've been blogging with Blogger (Google) since 2005. Over that period of time I have spilled out my guts, said inappropriate things, pissed off people, ranted about everything from politics, friends, family and work and now I'm ranting about being forced in this new format.  

Well, maybe it's not so bad. It is a lot cleaner. Like a house you've lived in a long time, over time you accumulate things. My blog format had accumulated a LOT of things, including all those older pictures of me when I was young and vibrant, not the old man I am now.  Perhaps it was time to clean up my blog.

I've often admired my blogger friends who had Word Press blogs. They looked so clean. I have a blog on Word Press but I never took the time to learn the in's and out's of it. A bit complicated to say the least. I'm used to Blogger. And I prefer to stay with Blogger because that's where I'm comfortable. However, how long I'll be comfortable with this new format I'll let you know. I feel constricted already. As long as I can post my pictures and videos I suppose I should be happy. Maybe in time I'll learn how to navigate my way around this new format. 


Upgrades, the ban of my existence in this technical world of ours.

Thursday, November 12, 2020

The Countdown




 The election is over. 

Trump isn't conceding. Anyone surprised?

The congressional Republicans continue to enable Trump. Anyone surprised?  

Yesterday had the highest number of corona virus cases in the United States yet. 

Yes, Biden won the presidency but we are still in great danger in this country because Trump is refusing to cooperate in the transition to the Biden presidency. 

Joe Biden will be president January 20th. Trump will leave the White House. Either dragged out by the Secret Service or just not come back from his grifter family holiday stay at Mar-a-Lago. Either way, he won't be back in the White House.

There's talk that Trump may run again for president in 2024.  Go for it Trump. Trump had over seventy-million fools he conned into voting for him. That's seventy-million suckers and losers who will continue to contribute MONEY to him, which after all is what is Trump is about. But nothing changes the fact that Trump is the LOSER.  


Wednesday, November 04, 2020

A Nail Biter




 Michigan was just called for Joe Biden, putting him closer to the 270 Electoral College votes needed to elect him the next president of the United States.

Avid MSNBC and CNN television watcher that I am, I couldn't bear to watch live TV coverage of the election results last night. I knew I couldn't go to sleep after watching MSNBC's Steve Kornacki continually show all the ways Trump could pull another rabbit out of the hat, like he did in 2016 (with Russia's help) and win re-election. I went to bed early (for me, 11 PM), hoping to wake up to the good news, I mean FABULOUS news that Biden was elected president in a landslide. 

At around 4:30 AM I work up for my nocturnal bathroom visit and I just couldn't resist.  I picked up my iPhone of my charging pad and saw where the presidential race was UNDECIDED!  

Oh damn! This was the worst case scenario. 

Of course Trump went on TV, from the White House now behind an unscalable ten foot fence (nice),  to declare victory, before all the votes were counted. Twitter went ablaze reminding Spanky that that's not the way elections work in the U.S. Here we counts ALL OF THE VOTES first before one or the other candidate can declare victory. You don't get to declare victory when you're ahead, YOU.WAIT.UNTIL.ALL.THE.VOTES.ARE.COUNTED.

The Blue Wall of Democratic states Wisconsin, Michigan and Pennsylvania, which Trump narrowly won (with Russian help) in the 2016 with a combined total of 70,000 plus votes, enabled Trump to score one of the greatest political upsets in modern American history. This election that Blue Wall is trumping Trump's re-election as president. Wisconsin and Michigan have already been called for Biden. Absentee or mail in ballots are still being counted in Pennsylvania, Nevada, North Carolina and Georgia. The majority of those absentee ballots are favored from Democratic voters. 

We would have know the results of the election earlier but Republican controlled state legislators in Wisconsin, Michigan and Pennsylvania forbade mail in ballots from being counted ahead of time. Trump claims that only ballots counted by election night should count. Of course this twisted logic comes from a con man who has cheated his whole life (and gotten away with it). Did you get the Catch-22 here? Republican controlled legislators pass a law that ballots can't be counted until the day of the election and Trump says only ballots counted on the day of election should count. Trump threatens to sue, which is another life long feature of his sad and evil life, threatening to sue anyone who stands in his way.

Biden is on the path to win this election however there is a drawback. It looks like Moscow Mitch will continue to be Majority Leader in the Senate of his coward, Trump sycophant Republican senators whose only function is to put as many conservative judges on the Federal Court system as possible and repeal the Affordable Care Act, also known as "Obama Care", which will take health care away from millions of American with pre-existing conditions.

I'm glad Biden is going to be our next president. However I am saddened and shock at knowing so many of my fellow Americans were willing to vote for Trump after knowing him. Trump's catastrophic failure as a leader controlling the COVID pandemic resulting in the deaths of 236,000 Americans, one of the highest death rates in the world. Trump's racism and formenting violence with his orgiastic rallies of fellow racists and "poor educated" also known as "The Deplorables". Hillary was right, they are deplorable. And they live among us folks. Trump attempting to shake down a foreign government (Ukraine) to gin up false evidence on Biden's son. All the rampant corruption in the Trump world from his many indicted fellow criminals to his cringe inducing family and yes including the sainted (in Republican circles) Melania. Don't let the pretty face fool you, she's just as evil as Trump. SHE.DOES.NOT.CARE.

I'm venting and rambling now. Time to bring this blog post to an end. Oh how I look forward to having a boring president that I don't have to wake up every day worried sick to my stomach at what did Trump pull while I was asleep. Yes, Biden is boring. I could Harding bear to listen to one of his stumbling, screechy speeches (Obama gives a much better speech). Oh sure, I know he overcame stuttering (like I did) but I can speak better than Biden.  I'm surprised he's been able to have a 47 year career in politics with his obvious speech impediment.  And yes, Biden has lost a few steps, I'll admit that. Biden is only a year younger than me but even I've "lost my step" (you should see me walking up stairs), I have more vim and vigor than Biden and I'm not as forgetful although I'm going in that direction.

I am so looking forward to posting blogs about my hum drum life these days, which isn't actually so hum drum, lots of drama around here especially with Bill who continues to slip mentally and physically. And then there is the drama with my Canadian friend Pat F. We haven't been about to get together for our quarterly adventures because of COVID. This week we were supposed to be in Philadelphia to celebrate my birthday (next Monday). We had to cancel that trip too because the border continues to be closed between Canada and the U.S. for the foreseeable future. Hopefully we can make the trip to Palm Springs this February to celebrate Modernism Week. The last time were together in person was last year in Palm Springs during Modernism Week. 

Hopefully the next time I write a blog Biden will be officially the next president of the United States. That is if Trump's Supreme Court appointed judges and the other conservative judges don't perform a coup and invalidate enough of the mail in ballots to deprive Joe Biden of the presidency. If that happens folks, expect a revolution in these United States because we won't stand for it. 

Trump is trash and he and all his sycophants and enablers are on the way to the dustbin of history. Only fly in the ointment is that we have to endure another six years of Moscow Mitch McConnell and Susan "I'm Concerned" Collins, of Maine, who was unexpectedly re-elected. WTF?

Monday, November 02, 2020

Just One Day To Go!




 Tomorrow is election day. 

After four LONG year we're finally going to end this great national experiment called the Trump presidency. 

For all of those of you who voted for this narcissistic, incompetent, criminal, lying big baby weak man, you like what you got? Really?

The Deplorables are still out there, and Trump and his unpatriotic enablers are going to do everything they can to steal this election.  


Trump has already declared that he is going to declare victory no matter what the vote count is tomorrow night. Trump is depending on his appointees on the Supreme Court to back him up.  For sure Clarence Thomas, Samuel Alioto and Bret Kavanaugh will back him up because they are noting but Republican political hacks, totally useless in applying proper judiciary conduct in any cases that come before the Supreme Court.

No matter what the vote count, expect chaos tomorrow night when the polls close. Trump loves chaos and he has nothing to lose. And he knows his Republican enablers will do NOTHING to stop him. They are ALL cowards and will be remembered in history as such.

We're finally here folks.  History is being made. Democracy is at stake. 

VOTE!

Friday, October 30, 2020

Four Days To Go!

 



Four long years of waiting have come down to four days of waiting to end our great national nightmare, the end of the Trump corruption of America.

If you haven't already voted, vote now. 

Vote in person or if you have a mail in ballot, take that ballot to an authorized drop off box. 

DO NOT TRUST THE POST OFFICE because Trump has corrupted the Post Office with the appointment of his political lackey Louis DeJoy.

Four very long years of the greatest danger our country has ever been in.  I was going to say "in my lifetime" but actually the history of our country.

Trump and his Republican enablers and his racist cult followers (yes, they are all racists, let's not tiptoe around that obvious provable fact) in four years have almost destroyed what American stands for.

Their rampant corruption and racism has left a stench across our country that will take years to repair.

Trump has damaged relations with our allies that hopefully can be repaired when Joe Biden is elected president. 

And worst, Donald Trump through his catastrophic failure of leadership in managing the COVID pandemic was resulted in the deaths of over 230,000 Americans. The blame lies at the door of Donald Trump and his Republican enablers. I don't blame his cult followers as much as I blame his Republican enablers because they knew better. They know and we know who they are and we will never forget them and their failure to fulfill their Constitutional oath of office to protect us. They have all failed and now we will hold them responsible for their cowardice and failure. 

VOTE!

Wednesday, October 28, 2020

One Week Until The Election!

 



Only a week to go folks until the election! 


Finally, perhaps our great national nightmare will end with the election of Joe Biden as president. 


I have to admit I'm nervous, concerned that Trump and his corrupt, unpatriotic Republican enablers will somehow muddy up the waters and steal the election like they did in 2016.


Both Bill and I have already voted by mail. First time in his life for Bill. Of course we both voted for Biden. The receipt of our votes have been confirmed.


Wow, what an exciting time to live. History is being made. 


So much damage has been done by Trump and his traitorous Republican enablers and his racists (and yes, they are racists) MAGA cult followers. 


Trump and Turtleman (Mitch McConnell) have succeeded in packing the courts with their ultra conservative lackeys. Those judges will repeal a woman's right to choose, health care for those with pre-existing conditions and same sex marriage. Sound like I'm exaggerating? Oh no, this is WHAT they WILL do.


So if you haven't already voted, go out and vote NOW. 


END THIS NIGHTMARE OF TRUMP


Tuesday, October 20, 2020

Fasten Your Seatbelt It's Going To Be Bumpy Night

Two weeks from today voting for the election of the president of the United States will end. 

Hopefully, our great national nightmare will come to an end and Donald J. Trump will be soundly defeated. 


Hopefully, Trump's Republican enablers in the Senate and the House will be voted out of power, never to hold power again for at least a generation.  Those Republicans, by their cowardice and silence in the face of Trump's many crimes against the United States do not deserve to be in power ever again.

Four years ago on my birthday (November 9th), I was in Philadelphia during my annual visit with my good friend Pat and Don. I had expected to celebrate the election of the first woman president of the United States. Instead I was shocked to learn that Trump (and the Russians) had succeeded in stealing the election. I along with many other millions were in shock that Trump had actually won. Probably even more in shock was Trump that he actually won. He only ran for president as a branding opportunity but there it was, he and the Russians and his poorly informed base succeeded in putting this con man game show host failed businessman in office as the president of the United States. 

In the past four years Trump has worked relentlessly to divide us as a country and to trash our alliances. He has made us less safe. His greatest crime is his catastrophic failure of leadership in managing the COVID-19 pandemic. Thousands have needlessly died because of Trump's vanity in not wearing a mask.

This time two weeks from now we may know who the next president of the United States is. As Bette Davis's character Margo Channing famously said in "All About Eve", "fasten your seatbelts, it's going to be a bumpy night."



Tuesday, October 13, 2020

Monarch Butterfly In Our Backyard





Our backyard had a welcome visitor late this afternoon, a monarch butterfly. I read in today's local newspaper (which is published twice a week) that monarch butterflies were beginning to hatch in the Villages of Five Points butterfly garden. Lewes is only about two miles from our home and backyard. This monarch butterfly was probably from that garden. The article said "As cooler fall weather comes ito the area, monarchs begin their annual migration of thousands of miles to Florida and Mexico. The garden of midweek, a plant critical to the life of monarchs, is helping to repopulate this iconic species, which has been on the decline for several years Scientists say the population has fallen to less than 30,000 monarchs." Just think of the trip this monarch butterfly will make to Florida or Mexico. What a stroke of good luck that I happened upon this monarch just as I was taking one of my videos of our backyard. Maybe this is a sign.



It looks like I'm settling into blogging once a week or less. Caring for Bill is taking more of my time. I am still working two nights a week at the hotel (business is good) in addition to mowing our backyard at least once a week now. Which reminds me, it needs mowed.



We've already voted (by mail), Bill for the first time. Of course we voted for Biden and Harris.  Hopefully we won't be surprised this election cycle like we were four years ago. Three weeks to go until Trump and his enablers are voted out of office. Can't happen soon enough and we get back to decency in this country.



Bill and I had another COVID test a couple weeks ago. We both tested negative. I don't know anyone who has the virus.  We're still practicing safe measures. Bill doesn't go into the store with me now except Ace Hardware, and when we do go in we're masked up. I work behind a plexiglass shield at work and am also masked up although not all of the hotel guests are wearing masks. I offer them a mask but I don't get into any confrontations. 



I won't be going to Philadelphia this year to met up with Pat.  The border is still closed between the US and Canada. Next planned trip is February when we're scheduled to take our annual two week stay in Palm Springs California. Hopefully we'll be able to make that trip.  This will be a year since I've been with Pat in person, although we do talk every day on FaceTime. I miss our get togethers but we're both saving a lot of money.  More money saved for future trips. I already have over $1,500 in airline ticket credits, which they say is good until the end of 2021.  Will this pandemic be over by then? I doubt it. I don't think life will get back to anything approaching normal until well into 2022. Yes, not until 2022.  Hope I'm alive then. One thing for sure, I'll be OLD (80). 



One blog post I've been thinking about writing is all the recollections I'm having of past episodes of my long and wonderful and interesting life. I haven't written my memoirs yet and probably never will but I think I will post some of those life vignettes. I'm finding these memories release very pleasant endorphins from my brain or in others words, remembering make me feel good. 



Some of these memories I've written before in previous blog posts but many I have not. Some of the memories aren't pleasant but part of my growing up. Of course all this comes down to answering the basic Question of Life. Why are we here? I think I know why.  I think we're here to contribute to the betterment of life by giving.  Yes, giving, not taking. I know that's where I get my greatest sense of satisfaction. Now that I am Bill's caregiver, I feel fortunate to do so. I cannot imagine where Bill would be in life now if I wasn't here. That may sound self-serving but it's not. I can imagine where I would be in life if Bill hadn't entered my life. Probably a big mess, if I was still alive. Too many times I choose the wrong path in life and when I realized I did, Bill was there to back me up.  Not everyone would do that. Bill would and did. 



These days I take Bill out for at least one ride a day. Somedays we go out for two rides. Will Bill's failing vision he so appreciates seeing the different colors and scenes. I reminded Bill this morning that for the first sixteen years of our relationship I didn't drive. I didn't even have a car.  I didn't take up driving until we moved to Downingtown, Pennsylvania from center city Philadelphia in 1980. Then I had to get a car. For many years we both had vehicles. About six years ago Bill got rid of his twenty-five year old Jeep. I've been driving ever since, a complete role reversal. 



That monarch butterfly that I by chance happened upon in our backyard today has a long journey ahead of him (or her). For Bill and I, our long journey (of life) is about to end. It's been some life folks. What a trip.


Friday, October 02, 2020

COVID Testing Delaware October 2020



This has been one busy day. 

This morning at 9 AM we had an appointment to get our second COVID test at Parking Lot A at the Sussex Technical College in Georgetown. I was unsure where this location was because Sussex Tech has a sprawling campus right off the very busy intersection of Rt. 113 and Rt. 9, two of the busiest highways here in our little state of Delaware. 

Of course when I drove our ten year old red Subaru Forester into the parking lot, a horn beeped right away. Apparently we were in the wrong parking lot. Of course. Highway workers were in this parking lot painting new lines while they stood around in groups of half a dozen or so talking.

After some inquiries I found the parking lot where the tests would be administered.  Members of the local National Guard were setting up canopied tents with boxes of medical equipment. They all looked quite attractive in their green camouflaged cargo pants. I was directed to line up my car next to several cars who had arrived earlier than we did. Obviously they knew where they were going.

Like the Delaware DMV, they were quite organized. Yesterday we got our annual flu shots (in the rain) under similar circumstances at the CHEER center in Milton. 

This was to be our second COVID test. Our previous one was a swab stuck up our nose (that was fun, try it). This test would be a swab of our saliva in our mouth that we had to administer ourselves, put in a container and toss in a green barrel on the way out. 

That was our activity in the morning. In the afternoon was Bill's annual visit at the VA with his new doctor to review the results of his labs from a blood test he took last week. Yes, another new doctor. This time a nurse practitioner. She was nice but new to Bill. The VA has a too fast turnover of doctors and nurse practitioners. 

Bill is in good health. As I often tell him, he will outlive us all. In fact, his nurse practitioner has to double check his labs because she couldn't believe at 92 years old, Bill had such good labs. 



Bill is slowing down though. Hard of hearing and legally blind now because of his macular degeneration. Now he has trouble getting up from his chair. Easily confused. Uses the wrong words more often. Forgetful. Getting older.

Because Bill's appointment at one o'clock, I didn't get my daily nap in before I went to work at the hotel. I'm slowing down. 

Tomorrow I mow the grass. Then I relax for the weekend or at least try to relax as I worry about the Criminal in the White House and his Republican enablers try to steal the election. I won't be right until Trump is defeated and removed from the White House and Mitch McTurtle loses his Senate Majority leadership position in the U. S. Senate. I'm still stunned that over forty percent of this country are firmly in the Trump cult. What is the matter with these people? Surely it has to be more than that they're just racists (which they are). How anybody can continue to support that thug, lying con man. One of the great mysteries of our time.

I'll clear my mind when I mow our grass tomorrow.

UPDATE: Trump is in the hospital after being tested positive for the COVID coronavirus. We received Bill's test results back, he's negative I haven't received my results back yet. Of course I am worried now. Am I next? I haven't been feeling the best lately and I am exposed to all those hotel guests. Worrying time now folks. 

"It's Hot!"

Bill eating his hot oatmeal   "It's hot!" That's what I say twice a day when I serve Bill his twice daily meal of oatmeal...