The warm season starts out so fresh and promising only to wilt beneath the searing sun, melting us into inertia and filling our brains with crazed notions.
One of the best thing about summer is boosting one’s vitamin D levels through naked gardening to avoid coming down with rickets, but be prepared to discover that your friends refer to you as Old Rawhide behind your (naked) back, which is actually slighter better than rickets.
Be prepared for some version of a streaking joke: two old men in wheelchairs with lap blankets sitting on the nursing home veranda as a fellow nursing home resident streaks by.
First old guy: “Who was that?”
Second old guy: “I don’t know, but whoever it was, their clothes sure were wrinkled.”
I love the delightful little bits of rhyme that unexpectedly pop into your July story. And, yes, so many things will kill us. I find it so tiresome, don't you? All the things we love will kill us. Not the kale, not the spinach, not the tofu or the 2% milk. They may prolong our lives, but who wants to live like that? It is not the length of a life that counts, if you ask me. It is the intensity and the joy one experiences!! Pass the Butter Pecan, please....
LOL! A woman after my own heart. My uncle Harvey told me that the magic number of longevity in our family is 85. No one had lived beyond 85 ... except for him. After several years of eating steamed rice and broccoli for dinner, he died at the ripe old age of 86. Bless him!
As for kale, it makes a nice decorative plant to trim a flower garden. If you do get so hungry, you've lost all sense of pride, then eat the kale, and the lambsquarters, and the .....
One of the best thing about summer is boosting one’s vitamin D levels through naked gardening to avoid coming down with rickets, but be prepared to discover that your friends refer to you as Old Rawhide behind your (naked) back, which is actually slighter better than rickets.
LOL! Thanks, Switter, I'll give it a try.
Be prepared for some version of a streaking joke: two old men in wheelchairs with lap blankets sitting on the nursing home veranda as a fellow nursing home resident streaks by.
First old guy: “Who was that?”
Second old guy: “I don’t know, but whoever it was, their clothes sure were wrinkled.”
I'll look forward to such shenanigans at the Home.
The Home, the last hospital bed you’ll ever need.
Yes, and I hope it's comfortable!!!
I love the delightful little bits of rhyme that unexpectedly pop into your July story. And, yes, so many things will kill us. I find it so tiresome, don't you? All the things we love will kill us. Not the kale, not the spinach, not the tofu or the 2% milk. They may prolong our lives, but who wants to live like that? It is not the length of a life that counts, if you ask me. It is the intensity and the joy one experiences!! Pass the Butter Pecan, please....
LOL! A woman after my own heart. My uncle Harvey told me that the magic number of longevity in our family is 85. No one had lived beyond 85 ... except for him. After several years of eating steamed rice and broccoli for dinner, he died at the ripe old age of 86. Bless him!
As for kale, it makes a nice decorative plant to trim a flower garden. If you do get so hungry, you've lost all sense of pride, then eat the kale, and the lambsquarters, and the .....