It has been more than a year since I wrote my last blog for Just A Geezer. Well, I have lots of excuses, so just pick one:
—My computer broke and then the guy who I had fixing it, stole it.
–It became hard work with not a lot of rewards.
—My body continued to wear out and malfunction which required rehabbing certain body parts or voodoo torture.
—I got sidetracked into writing a book and it took me a while to see it was all dribble.
—I developed bad neuropathy in my hands and have evolved backwards from an accomplished typist extraordinaire to a hunt-and-peck amateur.
Choose one or all of them, because they are all true. But forget all that. I’m back again and raring to go.
Now lets backtrack a bit. What was this blog about? Well, it looks at whatever I feel like writing about. But my main goal is to put out information and thoughts about Geezerdom–highlighting anything that might be fun or make life easier life easier for you seniors. Something that may get your blood flowing again. Funny stuff. A tad of political commentary (plenty of irritating things to talk about mixed with a few attaboys). And a whole lot of “in your face” abuse (with a loving touch).
One thing I ask of you. The hardest thing to do is to send something out into the universe and never hear it hit, never hear it splat. So from you, I would ask for a comment back once in a while. “Dave, that was stupid and was extra dumb even for you,” is really better than nothing. I promise (unless I don’t want to) to respond to everyone’s input. Remember you are a Geezer—it’s now or never. Let us know who you are.
Also, if you enjoy this blog at all, please let others know about it. There really is nothing quite like this anywhere else on the internet (if I am wrong let me know). The more the merrier and the more interaction we get, the more we all benefit. Look over the Just a Geezer site and it may jog your memory about where we last were when I fell down on the job.
My next blog will not be talking about COVID-19, grandkids going (or not going) to school, the state of the states, health problems, or the fact that I now pee two to three times per night. I don’t want to start up again by talking about something we are all sick of hearing about (plenty of time for that later). It is going to be about Ciggie. It is a sad but hopeful story of a poor rescue dog. Ciggie endures in what appears to be a long battle with things he accepts better than I do. He has been a real gift during our self quarantine .
So, here’s to all of you. I hope I can give you a chuckle or two (or at least something to smile about).
P.S. WordPress has changed all the formats they use to publish a blog and it may take me awhile to figure it all out. I love it when the world takes something simple and turns it into something stunningly complex.