What Is The Most Important Question Of The Ages?

So, what is the most important question of the ages? Will global warming destroy the planet? Is it What is the launch angle of the Artemis Three spacecraft in its journey to land on the moon? How can we achieve fusion of the hydrogen atom to provid unlimited energy to the world? How about how many Starlink sattelites have to be launched to provide internet coverage to th world? Will the hydrogen combustion engine replace the internal combustion gas engine to power automobiles? Who's on first-oh wait a minute that has been answered because What's on second. Had enough of this foolishness. OK, are you sitting down for this? Here it comes. What is the most important question of the ages? What do you want for dinner Dear? That question strikes fear in the heart of any married or even nonmarried man said to the person you love. There is an answer tht is commonly given as to a response to that question. Say it with me now. I don't know. Invariably, here is how the conversation goes. Keep in mind that we men are generally hungry and want an answer. Also, we want to keep in mind the wishes of those we love so we give them a chance to choose. We value that person for who they are. What is the answer that almost always given is-say it with me again-I don't know. This can also be the springing of a trap as far as the other person is concerned. What is that trap? What usually follows the I don't know? Here it comes, their answer is what do you feel like. The loved one is throwing it back at you. That's not the point. Our thought is I love you so much that I value your opinion and I want to not dominate you, but give you the power to make very important decisions. You want to please them, which is anoter story in and of itself. That probably didn't come out right, but oh well you can hate me if you want. Come with me now to the dark, inner reaches of your imagination. I'm sorry that I am writing this-and basically all my posts-from a male point of view. I'm sorry I can't write it in a female point of view because I have been a male all my life and don't see the need to change, even though I live in California. OK, that was a cheap shot, and it must be a bad batch of Dr. Pepper Zero I'm drinking. Let me set the scene. You are in your recliner or whatever watching TV with your significant other, since I am married I will say your wife or girlfriend. You are tired and don't want to cook. It is evenining time about the time to have dinner. You are hungry since it has been a few hours since lunch. You turn to her and ask the question-say it with me-What's for dinner dear? What is the response? You know it because most of you have been there. Her respons is-wait for it-What do you feel like? The important issue is not resolved. What comes next is a negotiation somewhat like the negotiations which took place to end the Viet Nam war. What do you want for dinner dear?, you ask. I don't know, what do you feel like, she responds. So, what do you want for dinner, Dear? I don't know, she returns. What do you feel like for dinner, Dear? What do you want? I don't know is her rather vague answer. How about Italian? I would be open to Italian. Her answer is quite clear. No, I don't want Italian. Ive' had too much pasta lately. How about Mexican? No, we just had Mexican the other day, was her reply. OK, how about a burger? No, that doesn't even sound good. Here goes the big one, I throw out. How about Chinese? No, I'm Chinesed out. Here is my last resort. How about going to the supermarket and getting us a couple of sandwiches. No, sandwiches are too heavy and I don't want to eat anything that heavy this late. Has anyone heard of the fasting diet? What day is this? I'm sure it is not Saturday and tomorrow is not Mass. Hey wait a minute. I didn't go to confession today and don't have to fast in order to take communion tomorrow. I'm not evben Catholic. I used to be, but that is another question we can talk about later. So, the question still remains. What's for dinner Dear? Bring out the cheese and crakers, without the wine by the way.

Who Are All These Old People And Where Did They Come From?

Who ARE all these old people and where did they come from? You see them everywhere. They are on T.V. in commercials, in magazine advertisements, at restaurant, at the doctor's office and almost everywhere you look. There are so many of them. Who are they and why are they here and thick as flies? I don't know. Don't get me wrong, I always have liked old people. I belong to a group of golfers who play golf on Tuesday and you have to be over 50 to join the club. Most of these guys are old, really old like over 55. One guy in our group-and I won't mention any names-is listed on the passenger manifest of the Mayflower. Another gentleman who plays on Tuesday and is a member of our Senior's Club is retired Air Force. I wouldn't call him old but I think he fought at Yorktown with General Washington and knew Lafayett. Well, maybe he's not that old. The rallying cry in the course clubhouse after we all finish our rounds is not "That was a great round of golf" but "Please pass the Blue Imu." Welcome to the temple of ancient aching muscles. Some guys even walk the course, but don't worry we always have a paramedic and ambulance on call. They are a great bunch of guys and I love them all, but I probably will catch it for calling them old. Oh well, it is what it is. I needed new glasses so I went to the optomotrist to get a new pair. It seems as though my seventy two year old eyes need to be adjusted. He did an examination on my eyes and said I needed my new lenses I had done for my cataracts cleaned. He also said I needed a proceedure because I had some diabetic issues with my eyes. He strongly suggested that I go to my regular doctor and get a referral to an opthamoogist to take a look at my eyes and get my optic issues looked at and fixed. I went to my regular doctor for a checkup and eceived a referral to the eye doctor. The eye doctor's office contactacted me and we set up an appointment. I walked in the door of the eye doctor's office the time of my appointment and sat down, breaiking down and stowing my walker. OK, I didn't come in with my walker that I haven't used for a couple of weeks. I just said that because-I don't know why I mentioned the walker but I did use a walker for a few weks after my heart attack. I looked around the waiting room and guess what. It was filled with old people, very old people. There was a T.V. on playing streaming episodes of The Adams Family. Everyone in the room knew each of the characters and Lurch came out before he even said it, everyone in the room said "You Rang?". Also, when the hand with no body came out of the box, everyone said "Thank You Thing". That is by no means normal, and what happened next was really scary, I mean REALLY scary. The conversation got started. "How many of you remeber Rawhide?" Another lady sitting in the corner of the room asked, " How many of you remember Sugarfoot?". The older gentleman with the cane said, "I remember watching 77, Sunset Strip.". "How many of you remember The Rifleman?" "What about My Favorite Martian?" another person added in. "I remember watching the original Bonanza in color" another person chimed in. "How many of you watched The Rebel? Johnny Huma was a rebel, he travelled alone?" These people wre not talking about the reruns streaming on TV today, but the original broadcasts. What really made me stand up and take notice that I was in the company of real old people was when we got started talking abou the show "Sky King", and people in the waiting room not only knew the main character's name-Skylar King-but also knew the name of his airplane-The Songbird-and the name of his niece Penny who lived with him. That my friend, is part of the pure definition of being an old person. Have you recently watched T.V? Right now is "Open Enrollment" for Medicare. Guess what, Medicare is for old people. How about that commercial for the telephone that writes the conversations on a screen for people-generally old people-who have difficulties hearin what is said on the phone. Let's not forget the commercials which are advertising walk in bath tubs. If I see John Price advertising insurance without a heath checkup for those from 55 to 85, I think my head will explode. The Del Webb Corporation advertises great living in it's retirement communities. I guess old people have a lot of money. I don't. My income is a small pension from my teaching days and my social security, along with Denise's-yes, my wife's real name as many of you know (I do really lvce her)-social security. I graduated from high school in 1972 and recently saw a notification on Facebook that our class president was putting together a reunion for our class. The Facebook post had the invitation to the reunion and on the invitation there was a special page. It was an "In Memorium" page of those of our classmates who have passed away. It was a very long list of people I remember. I don't plan on going to the reunion but there is one thing that I am very thankful about with regards to that reunion. I am not on that "In Memorium" list. I came close a couple of times and I guess that is a good thing. Who are all these old people and where did they come from? Where are my glasses? In a moment I am going to give this question some deep thought, but first I have to take my heart medication. I might just take a few ibuprophen for my arthritis. I would take a walk out in the nice warm outside, but I can't go far because I get out of breath easily. I did survive my widowmaker heart attack with just a few stents put in. I did play golf yesterday, but I have to watch it because my back hurts form the arthritis as well as my legs. Hey wait a minute, I'm seventy-two years old at this writing. Maybe I am an old person-never mind.

I Love My Wife-I really Do And She Is Special

I love my wife Fiona-the name was chjanged to protect the innocent, namely me. I am so glad that she said yes to marrying me in that Clovis, California parking lot of my apartment complex. I saw that look in her eye and said to myself, "Its time, go ahead and ask her." As of this writing, that was fourteen years ago and we have been married for thirteen eventful but wonderful years. I like the name Fiona. We first met on a dating site and arranged to meet at a McDonalds in the town she lived in sixty miles away from where I lived. I have to say that I am a one woman man and truthfully I was looking for a good woman who would accompany me through the ups and downs of the rest of my life. She had to play golf. Fiona did and that kind of sealed the deal. OK, there was more to it than that. I'm going to steal a line here. How do I love thee, my dear? Let me count the ways. I don't steal much of anything as far as lines go, but this just seemd appropriate. When we first met, it seems to me that sparks immediately began to fly. I had that "this could be promising" feeling in my head and also my stomach began to flutter. Actually, I think the flutter in my stomach was the bad breakfast burrito I had at that taco truck before I came up to Merced to meet her. I think the biggest thing that attracted me to her was she was pretty much her "no nonsense" attitude She did not put on heirs, but showed me truly who she was. We chatted for a bit about ourselves and I could tell she was a strong woman. This was exactly what I was looking for. She was who she was and this was what you got with her. As we dated, we got to know each other better and I guess we both grew to like who we were with. By the way, that flutter in my stomach is still there and it is not because of my awful cooking. Much like the poles on a magnet we attract but are very different. She is a MEGA TYPE A personality (Not MAGA, MEGA). Everything needs to be perfect, perfectly done and picked up and in its place. If something needs to be done, it needs to be done NOW, not when you get around to it. Why wait until later to put off what you can do today, and please take your plates out of the TV room and put them in the dishwasher. We won't eve, talk about how competitive she is. Don't play tidelly winks with her and don't get into a golf money game with her. I love that about her but refuse to play any games with her. OK, so what about me. I passed TYPE B personality a long time ago. Truth told, I am operating somewhere around the TYPE R or S range. As I noted in a previous post, I suffer frome acute ADHD. I'll get to removing the dirty plates and cups from the tray by my recliner in the TV room in the morning. Hey, I just cooked us a great meal. Let me enjoy it and I will claen up the mess later. What she doesn't realize is that NOW is not in my vocabulary and LATER always comes-later, of course. Don't worry Dear, it will get done-when, later. This drives her nuts and I don't do it on purpose-well,...maybe not (I love you, Dear.). My wife has many faults, as we all do. I will admit that I have many faults as well. We do have tough conflicts but they don't ruin our relationship and actually make it stronger. I would be the first to admit that she is not perfect. Wait a minute, that didn't come out right. She's not perfect, but neither am I. There, I admitted it. The key is to look at each others strengths and good qualities and not dwell in the bad. It is also important to let things go, and not make them fester into something fatal. Here is the bottom line. With all the ups and downs of our relationship, I love my wife Fiona-name changed to protect the innocent namely me-and it has been a great thirteen years together with its ups and downs. Here's to many more wonderful years.