That Friday Feeling
As expected, nothing has happened.
Well, little of any consequence.
I was down in the village the other day and the bloke who owns one of the coffee shops told me he had been dreaming about me. That was somewhat surreal. I don’t know who was more surprised: me or his daughter who was standing beside him. Weird?
I hear there is a new Variant out. Wooppee! Naturally Omicron XE is 10% more contagious that the previous versions which is to be expected these days. Every new variant seems to be 10% more virulent. There is a rumour that Bill Gates is working on Omicron NT but I don’t have any details as it’s only in Beta testing stage and won’t be out until later in the year. I expect it will be 10% more contagious. Just a guess.
On the same topic, registration is now open for all of us wrinklies over 65 to book our next “booster”. Be still my beating heart! Needless to say they can stuff it.
I mowed the meadow yesterday. There was nothing remarkable about that apart from an awkward discovery – a nasty stiffness. Driving the tractor forward was no problem but when I wanted to reverse I found it difficult to look back over my shoulder. Maybe I should install wing mirrors? Anyhows reversing was distinctly painful and in the end I just reversed without looking. I nearly ended up in the lake, but what the hell – all part of the rich tapestry of life?
I have noticed the stiffness getting a bit worse lately. I’m developing a bit of a John Wayne walk and have somehow lost that light springy step of youth. When Penny stops to sniff one of her lampposts or pile of another dog’s shit I no longer get impatient but treat it as an opportunity to catch my breath. I think my mountain climbing days may be over but who knows, it may be temporary? What baffles me though is all the emails I receive promising to make me stiffer in my old age. They promise I will be as stiff as a plank if I just take one of their little pills or watch a video about some African medicine man.
They go in the bin.
I’m stiff enough, thanks.
Did Penny go with you to mow?
Did you sing, hum or whistle the merry tune?
Acquire a sheep. A woolly pal for Penny.
Why did I have a feeling that would crop up? [crop! Gettit?]
Leaving the hilarity and getting back to reality…
I have a kid in the neighborhood that cuts my grass. The price of gas being what it is these days it costs less to pay him to cut it.
Price of gas ? Such indulgence, give him a scythe.
One James to another, you are probably right on the scythe. But if I do that, the Mrs. will likely come up with a list of things for me to use it on.