Well, here we are once again. Thanks to all who have shown up. The weather – what can you say except its March. My car had to sit out last night and it collected the freezing rain. It was hard to get the doors open. My garage is set up as the production area for some wedding thingies. The family got together Saturday and Sunday for a production party. All went well. I was not able to participate to the degree I would have liked. I am just beyond the half way mark with the radiation. My voice is raspy and my energy level is pretty low. The kids have ordered me take it easy. I am trying to adjust to that. Doctor says the next 2-3 weeks will be the worse. Oh Boy, I just can hardly maintain my anticipation. Yuck! With that said I have been convinced that I should forgo publishing the Drivel Over Coffee until after I get back to normal. Reluctantly, this will be my last issue until sometime in late April.
The other day I went over to a nearby CVS Pharmacy. When I got there, I went straight back to the back of the store to where the Pharmacists’ Counter is located and took out my little brown bottle along with a teaspoon and laid them both onto the counter. The Pharmacist came over smiled and asked if he could help me. I said, “Yes! Could you please taste this for me?” Being I’m a senior citizen…I guess the Pharmacist just went along with me, and picked up the spoon and put a tiny bit of the liquid on his tongue and swilled it around. Then with a stomach-churning look on his face he spit it out on the floor and began coughing. When he finally was finished, I looked him right in the eye asked, “Now, does that taste sweet to you?” The pharmacists, shaking his head back and forth with a venomous look in his eyes yelled, “HELL NO!!!” So I said, “Oh thank God! That’s a real relief! My Doctor told me to get my Urine tested for Sugar!” Well, I can never go back to that CVS, but I really don’t care though, because; they aren’t very friendly there anyway!!!
A while back CVS advertised coke products on sale. It was one of those buy 4 – 12 packs for $10.00 with coupon. Now coke under $3.00 a 12 pack is a good price. Off I go with coupon firmly safety pinned to my shirt so I don’t lose it. I load up the 4 – 12 packs. When I checked out I was told it would be something like $18.00 or something. The clerk tried to explain that there was the bottle deposit, of course, but the $5.00 discount would be given in CVS bucks or whatever. I protested vigorously without any luck. Out the door I trudged vowing never to darken their doorstep ever again.
Lately, well actually for the past 30 or so years I have marveled at the English language and its weird inconsistencies. It really can be confusing. Take for example words with multiple meanings or words spelled the same but pronounced differently. Take the examples below. The language can drive you crazy.
1. If you take an Oriental person and spin them around several times, do they become disoriented?
2. If people from Poland are called Poles, why aren’t people from Holland called Holes?
3. Why do we say something is out of whack? What’s a whack?
4. If musicians make music and magicians make magic, do physicians make physics?
5. If a pig loses its voice, is it disgruntled?
6. If love is blind, why is lingerie so popular?
7. When someone asks you, “A penny for your thoughts” and you put your two cents in… what happens to the other penny?
8. Why is the man who invests all your money called a broker?
9. Why do croutons come in airtight packages? Aren’t they just stale bread to begin with?
10. When cheese gets its picture taken, what does it say?
We have all probably seen some of the above lines before but this stuff below has left me pondering and scratching my head.
What is a “free” gift? Aren’t all gifts free?
They told me I was gullible… and I believed them.
Two can live as cheaply as one, for half as long.
A flashlight is a case for holding dead batteries.
My weight is perfect for my height – which varies.
The cost of living hasn’t affected its popularity.
How can there be self-help “groups”?
If swimming is so good for your figure, how do you explain whales?
Is it my imagination, or do buffalo wings taste like chicken?
Had lunch the other day at one of my favorite haunts, Wiley’s. It is always a comfort when you walk in to a place only to be greeted like an old friend. I walked in and saw Bo. A guy I had known from way back but haven’t seen in a long time. He invited me to sit with him which I did. He looked at me with the eyes of age, silver hair and a hearty laugh. We talked about old times, our Vietnam experience, and our families. We talked of life. We had a lot in common. We struggle with similar ailments – PTSD, Agent Orange maladies. He has pancreatic cancer, type 2 diabetes, limps from shrapnel and so forth. We talked about our dogs for I knew he loved his dog. He spoke about how his dog traveled about with him. One day the dog up and died. He spoke through tears of how he had the dog for 15 years. After 20 years he still grieves. Broke my heart.
Keep sipping on the French Roast and I will be back before you know it. Remember, there is no need to thank me for this valuable information: I’m doing it as a public service. (Refer back to the story above). Now, until we meet again. -TA!