I’m Alive

This might be a more significant title than I had intended.  I have no intention of making this an “organ recital”, but my failure to post in months was in part caused by ill health and in part because I had a raging angry post half written about he election and I decided not to do it, but my imagination and energy were limited.  I have made some doctors richer, and frightened both myself and my family with a series of physical maladies that began as I shopped on “black Friday the started on Thursday” and just seem to have gotten a lot better for New Years.

I may post about politics once more but not now.  I have a lot of things to tell you (I am actually writing this because , if I have lost all my former readers with my slackness, I am ultimately writing for my progeny and their progeny to know how I have felt and reacted as I passed through the three score and more and get closer to four score.  (I wonder if I should change the name of the blog if I reach four score.)

I have had a wonderful Holiday season in spite of some physical problems.  I have been to Columbia, SC for Thanksgiving with my daughter, one of my favorite dogs, my wife and son.  I spent a ridiculous amount of money without even getting to more than one or two of Columbia’s great restaurants.  (I swear that there aren’t many cities in the country with more fine restaurant per capita the Columbia.)  I prepared the turkey as usual. a custom that is about to cease, and did the same for family here at Christmas. 

My daughter even coerced me into playing a board game (a favorite activity twenty years ago, but one that I rarely participate in any more.  My span of attention has become such that I don’t often win anymore, and I hate to play without at least some chance of winning.  I attended some of the best church services in my life, and feel spiritually renewed and strengthened.  I used to be a scripture reader and have let that slide, but for the last few weeks I have been reading the scriptures for a half hour or more almost every evening.

I’ve got to talk dogs for a moment.  My daughter’s dog, Roscoe is an aging Basset hound with the most expressive  face ever, and a real desire to love and be loved by others.  My third son has two dogs.  His long time pit=bull lab cross  passed away awhile ago, and he has been rescuing dogs since.  He has  a three legged small lady dog that is a perpetual motion machine and a black dog that is just reaching puberty and while starting out as a small dog is rapidly become a big one.  All three dogs are well trained and really like to have fun with us folks.

We betrayed the three legged one over around Thanksgiving.  Since we moved into our house about five years ago Janet has hated the blah looking green carpet that attracts dirt and dust  and. . .  I collected a decent tax return last year and we had been saving so we went to Lumber Liquidators, and a contractor  recommended by them and had most of that carpet replaced with beautiful wood.  Roxy, the little three legged dog, hates it with a passion.  With three legs (one rear leg missing when she became part of the family, she can’t get traction, and  for a perpetual motion dog that is a form of torture that we hadn’t anticipated.  She still likes to come visit us, but would rather stay in thye yard or on the back porch than come in the house.  (A total revision of attitudes, she used to prefer dashing from room to room in the house)  I have apologized to her, but I don’t think I am forgiven yet.

Anyway I  am going to try to get some stuff on paper about the process  and activities included in getting to be three score and ten and some more before my brain totally turns to mush(seems a rapid development right how) and plan to post more often and less politically than recent posts.  Happy New Year, I hope you had a wonderful Christmas and I am going to bed right now.