Monday - 27th

Monday, July 27th

The start of a new week.  Every week is about the same as you age.  Occasionally, there is a disaster which changes the flow.  I am shooting for none today.  Nobody is going to the Emergency Room today.    

Olympics are on TV.  I guess everyone is having a good time.  Never being much of a sports person, I find little joy in the Olympics.  The opening ceremony had some fun times and nice music along with some "What the Hey!!" and yucky music.  The people who plan these opening events are way above average.  I'm not sure that I could have dreamed such an event.  Genius is a good word.  I still remember China opening ceremony.  Impressive.

I still don't understand why "they" (whoever they are) keeping pushing the homosexual angle at us all the time.  It serves no real purpose in my thinking...just trying to make waves. Oft times, when pressed with this, I just change channels.  I don't have to watch that stuff.  I'd rather watch an old Adam 12 or Matlock - whatever.  Movin' on.

Monday.

Up and atom.  I will do 3 load of clothes today.  I went through 61 years of marriage without washing one thing except on trips where I shared the experience.  I have never ironed anything larger than a handkerchief.  Hanging up clean shirts was never my job.  My wife did it all.  Never complained.   I did my thing; she did hers.  She never changed a tire.  I did a lot of that when we had tubes in our tires.   We have our division of powers.

Now that she is getting sicker, I do those things too.  I wash.  No ironing anymore.  I cook food and do the grocery shopping, feed the dog, mow the yard, weedeat when I feel the mood.  She does like to sweep and mop and dust...oh, yes, she can't let a bed go unmade...or a divan throw go unthrown.

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I've been trying to do the math on this.  Follow me now.  We were married on August 5, 1962.  Fine,  I am sure it was a lovely wedding.  1st Baptist church in Levelland with the 1st Methodist preacher.  He was a nice man.  I'd been in college for 4 years and never really got to know him much.

This year is 2024.  How many years since 1962?   Well it has been 62 years come August.  Do you see it?  1962 - 62 years later.  I'm not saying it was a perfect 62 years.  I was a jerk some of those years.

Lets say we married in 1963.  When would 63 years be?  2026.                   1945,  45 yrs = 1990

There is always that particular year sometime in the future.  It really is no big deal.  I just thought it was interesting.  But shouldn't it be celebrated just a bit more than normal?  Maybe an extra trip to Taco Bell?  What cha think.  OOOOO ooooooo Oooooo here's an idea.  All of you BAND together and do a crowd sourcing thingamabob and send us on a World Tour - private jet of course - personal guides - no major walking - son Roger says 11 days on a cruise ship is a bit much - new traveling clothes - I could go on and on and on - Some of you may think I already have ....   (be nice)    howabout just a gallon of gas to make it to Taco Bell twice.  Never mind. We're good.  You tried.  time to move on.

All of this reminds me, before Christine was born in late 1964, we drove to New York City for the 1964 World's Fair.  Brother Marshall lived in NY at the time.  He went out and found us a 1 bedroom apt to rent for 6 weeks one block off Central Park and that big Museum.  The normal girl renter was going to California for the summer and was tickled to have us move in and pay the rent.  Nice apartment, I guess.  2nd story walk up with 2 big windows facing the street.   No AC.  That's ok.  I have so many stories about that trip.  Maybe they'll follow.  Everyone should do something like that.  6 weeks in New York.

The STONE for today - re-read above - me helping with laundry at a laundrymat - We were raised in the Panhandle of Texas. Water was really hard out there.   Really Hard well water loaded with minerals.  I never knew that soap could lather.  One day we loaded up some dirty clothes - about 2 loads full - and walked down the street to a NY Laundry Mat.  It was okay.  No crazy people inside.  We loaded our clothes, read the instructions, put in our TIDE, paid, and hit Go.

These were not top loaders.  Our washer started.  The soap began to foam.  And foam.  That's when I learned about soft water.   We had soap flowing out all over the floor.  People just stood and looked at us.   When it was over, we had to re-wash to get the soap out.  Stupid kids.  Nobody ever told us about soft water.  We left quite a mess as we rushed down the street.  Marshall educated  us that evening.

New York was a fun and terrifying place to visit.  We were never mugged.  We were dumb enough to be mugged.  Weren't.

later.

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