Saturday, June 6, 2009

Cursive makes a nice speed bump

I was really enjoying childhood. And then I turned 70. Wow.
That was fast.

The Mystery Woman really appreciates the stimulus check. Says she’s spent hers three or four times already.

We tried replacing our land line with cell phones. Doesn’t suit our lifestyle. We rarely use the cell phones. Well, sometimes we lose each other at the grocery, we call to arrange a meet over by the dairy case. We’re going to replace the contract phones with a go-phone. So the EMT’s can find us.

A friend in Houston sent us a post card. What a treat. Reminded us of the times when we received actual letters. More satisfying than e-mails. Much. How many years has it been since you’ve received a letter? Or written one? The goddamned Internet is always ON. Turn it off. Make yourself a drink. Play some music. Write a letter to a loved one. In cursive.

Footnote: I've posted almost 500 notes to this blog. In two and a half years, I've written many times about politics, the economy, aging and humor. Guess what topic has drawn the most hits? "How to stop grackles from pooping in your yard, pool, birdbath, car."

Humbling.

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

Well, we can't do anything about the economy or government, so maybe we
can do something about bird poop!??
Sharon

Anonymous said...

There is but a thin line separating bird poop and politics.

The South Plainsman said...

My neighbor across the alley has a big pine tree where the grackles congregate by the hundreds in the Spring. To the great delight of everyone in the neighborhood, he is going to have it replaced with a red oak.

We hope that will work.

Blog of Ages said...

Lubbock has trees now?

Anonymous said...

Don't tell me you never took a girl into the woods in the dark of night.
It's against some kind of law that says we can't shoot the blasted birds.First we need to find the egghead who insisted that they be protected because they migrate.
I saw on the news the other night that the newest facial specialty is having a facial with poop from a nightingale's as the catalyst.(that would be the base to you liberals.)I think I'll just stay wrinkled and ugly.--Goose

Anonymous said...

I was too poor to go to the woods. We always just went to the caliche pits.

Anonymous said...

The caliche pits were second choice if we couldn't persuade the girl to close her eyes and imagine the abundant forest around Lubbock.---Goose

The South Plainsman said...

George, you do need to come back and visit. The Lubbock you knew is gone, replaced by an oasis for wildlife.

They even voted 2-1 to go wet county-wide in May.

Driving home from Midland last night, I nearly hit a mule deer south of Lamesa.

And there is a den of red foxes in our neighborhood.

I just wish they could climb trees to get at the squirrels.

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