Blog 1759, 18 March 2019, Monday
Today you only get highlights, but I have several. Yesterday we drove to Federal Way and had dinner with six others at the Black Angus. They gifted me for my birthday, all consumables because when you’re my age (only 73), you don’t need much “stuff.” I got a couple of Starbucks cards, I got a bag of coconut almonds in dark chocolate, several cards, a Mariners gift card, and a gift from someone who doesn’t read my blogs. What is the one thing (beside alcohol) that you shouldn’t give me? Licorice, especially “Australian Style Wiley Wallaby Gourmet Black Liquorice” (made in Perham, Minnesota!)! Do you remember by January bout with high blood pressure when my blood pressure zoomed up into the 180s because I had eaten a bag of licorice the day before going to see the doctor? I don’t eat licorice any more, but I’m tempted. It was a sad gift and a funny gift—both are true. It was given in love so it’s OK.
This morning I walked with a fulling moon (fulling as in growing fuller) to Starbucks, limping slightly all the way. With an agility I did not think I had, in my dream when the little hooded and masked creature tried to grab Jean, I kicked his legs out from under him. A very deft move that ended with a loud bang when I kicked my nightstand, a full and heavy two-drawer file cabinet. Jean apparently slept through it, I didn’t. My foot was numb, but when I got to the light I found two nails were bleeding and in time, when the numbness went away, I was left with the gift of pain. The larger toes are fine (except for the blood) but the little piggy that went “Wee-wee-wee all the way home” is painful back to the knuckle-joint. Together may we sing in an ill-conceived choir verse, “Dumb, Marvin, Dumb!”
It’s my welcome to my seventy-third year—pain and temptation. Actually it’s my 74th year, which is how the Chinese count ages, they include the first year; we don’t say we’re one until pass our first year. It’s the first celebration of our birth-day, not our birth-year, that we celebrate. Later today I further celebrate with a two-hour visit to the dentist. It’s gonna be a tough year, isn’t it? Love,