OUCH! I HURT!

Greetings, readers. Yesterday at 7:15 my friend Smith and I went for morning coffee as per usual. We were on the way home from coffee and errands when the unlikely happened. I passed out, fell right into her, knocking her over, and the ambulance was called, setting in motion the seven and a half hours away from home. Both of us were treated at the ER for our minor bumps and bruises. That I expected. What I didn’t expect, since we came in together, was that it took almost all day for either one of us to find out any info on the other. I guess you can chalk that up to the HIPAA law. Needless to say, she was just as worried about me as I was about her.

Around 2:00 or so we got discharged and by some miracle the first bus we needed was arriving just as we walked out the front door. It was one of the first things that went right all day. Then we transferred to a bus called the White Loop, which dropped us off near our front door. I came home, turned on some TV, sat down, and slept through three people knocking on my door. I was exhausted. I felt bad about that, but as many people have told me, I must have needed the rest.

I ate a light supper, took my first dose of antibiotic for a slight sinus infection, which is the only thing that they found wrong in my blood work, and was in bed by 8:30. Sitting down was not fun, even on the mattress … and still isn’t. Once I laid down on either side, no problem, I slept fine. The two big injuries for me are my hurt backside, and my pride. My friend walked away with a few bruises. She has already had one concussion in her life, and I was so afraid that number two would have been caused by me. I feeling a little bit sore today, but I am sitting on a comfy pillow given to me by Smith.

With that out of the way, I shall talk briefly about the not so super Super Bowl. It was the lowest scoring Super Bowl ever, with the final score 13-3 Patriots. The third year Rams starting quarterback, Jared Goff, looked quite frankly scared to death on the sidelines. Don’t get me wrong, he is a great young quarterback, but when it came to the big game, his knees were a-shakin’. The Rams defense was stellar, holding New England to a mere 13 points. If it had been any other game, people might have called it a classic. I’d be willing to bet you though, that most people want to see high scoring Super Bowls.

Even though I watched this game, I found myself dozing off a couple of times. Not even the broadcast team of Jim Nantz and Tony Romo, whom I like a lot, could save this snoozer. I would love to see what the TV ratings were. I doubt that they were very high.

Reflecting on the Super Bowl and sports in general, I ask myself this question: Are all of the final games of a sports season that boring? Absolutely not. Back in the Chicago Bulls heyday, they had wonderfully exciting championship playoff series’. The same can be said in the NBA years ago when the Boston Celtics and the LA Lakers duked it out many times. Football is too punishing of a sport to do this, but I wish that instead of having a Super Bowl game, they would play for the best two out of three. Just in case that a team has an off day, they would have at least one more chance to equalize.

To the Patriots’ fans, congratulation. To the Ram’s fans, I know you will be a powerhouse for a number of years yet. Don’t give up on quarterback Goff.

Until Sunday when I will put up another dictated blog entry via the voice recognition program, take care, have a great few days, and happy reading.

OMG I’m almost 50

Greetings, readers. Yes, on Monday I’m going to be a half a century old. Doesn’t it sound depressing when I say it that way? To me it sounds better to say the big 5-0. Actually the way I think about life and my body is that you are as young as you feel. Sometimes I feel like a little kid, and some days I feel about 65. I like to play video games, listen to music, and sing. At least those things keep me feeling young.

What have I done in 50 years? I’ve written three books and a play. I’ve worked with Darren as he turned the play into a novel. I’ve gotten most of a college education. I’ve met several interesting women, every one of whom I’ve loved. I’ve blogged for 3 years and have loved it. And for the past 9 years I’ve taken care of my feline child Keekee. She’s my good little girl.

What do I plan to do in the next 20 or 30 years? My creativity is trying very hard to come back and I’ve got an idea that will be turned into anything from a short story to a novella. We’ll have to see how long I can stretch it. I’m still learning my craft. After having writer’s block for a year and a half, I must tell you it feels good. Now, for the sad news on this topic. The two fingers which I type with the most are suffering minor injuries. One because of a slight burn and the other because of an inflamed cuticle. I tried to type this morning but it hurt too much. I know, I know, excuses, excuses. I think that is what I’m going to put on my tombstone.

A large part of me wants to, before I die, get a used car so that I can continue to enjoy driving. My accountant and I butt heads about that topic about once a month. For me to obtain wheels, the book sales would really have to take off.

Ever since I was 13 years old, I’ve had a strange feeling I would die between my 59th and 60th birthday. It’s an eerie thing to believe I’ll only live another decade. Hopefully I’m wrong. I’d love to live to be a 100, if my health kept up. Imagine the technological advancements. I don’t think we’re going to see anything like the holodeck in Star Trek: The Next Generation, but perhaps a few more diseases might by cured. Time will tell.

On a brief side note, the Arts Festival here is going well. I might walk down Allen Street to listen to some of the music and see some art on display. It’s a nice day … for a change.

Tonight, hurting fingers or not, I’m going to type pages. I have nothing else on the agenda, so I’m going to do it. Wish me luck.

Until next week, have a great weekend, take care, and happy reading.