it's official

At a certain point in the aging process you look at your face and say " who exactly are you again? you look vaguely familiar."
your eyes aren't the twinkling, bagless, wrinkle-free beauties they once were. your forehead starts getting more grooves in it than one of your old vinal 45's. And you begin to wonder : am I still recognizable ? i haven't seen most of the people i graduated with 30 years ago since the day we graduated. i don't expect them to recognize me. but what about people i knew, say, 4 years ago...i.e. the people i used to see and talk to every day on my old mail route back when i was a semi-spring chicken ( OK, a 43 year old spring chicken, but still..).
well, this week i had to deliver a section of my old route. it was a sunny day and many of my dear old customers were out in their yards. i decided that i wouldn't say anything except "hello", and see if they remembered me. out of about 6 people..4 didn't recognize me at all, one did the old double take, and one said " I thought that was you..you look different!". Thanks so much for that affirming comment. It's official. I'm old. Now I can stop wondering. Glad I got that out of the way!

August 1967 vs. August 2007

then: get up. watch cartoons. eat Captain Crunch. put on bathing suit. run through sprinkler.drink Koolaide. eat Fluffernutter sandwich. lays potato chips on the side. wait for Skippy the ice cream dude. yell to parent for money. buy a nutty buddy. play with neighbors until dinner. wolf down dinner. play with neighbors till dark. take a bath with Mr. Bubbles. put on Curious George jammies. climb in bed. think weird thoughts. stress out over monsters hiding in my room. call it a night.

now: get up. take medication. take shower. try to remember if I took medication. tell myself to eat a good breakfast. eat nothing. drive the minivan to work. arrive 5 minutes late. walk by the donuts..resolve not to eat one. do some work. talk to some co-workers. go by the donuts. pick one up and eat it.more work. more talk. internal discussion about how eating donuts is BAD BAD BAD!! deliver some mail. swing home for lunch. eat Fluffernutter sandwich.deliver more mail. walk through customer's sprinkler. home for dinner. read mail. read paper.check phone messages. wonder why no one calls. check email. wonder why no one ever emails. kids listen for Skippy. kids say" that guy's a ripoff". take ice cream sandwiches out of the freezer. tell my kids to be in by nine. make blog entry. kids to bed. put on Curious George jammies. think weird thoughts. call it a night.

quote to ponder

word up

heard about this website on the radio.
for those of you that love messing with the english language, you've got to check this out.
http://www.unwords.com/. you can submit words that you know (or have made up), that aren't in the dictionary but should be. they go through a vetting process, and hopefully your word gets added to their dictionary ( it's more like a "fictionary"...hey maybe i should submit that!)
today's submission from yours truly is as follows:

mor-gasm (more-gasm)..the rush one feels when obtaining yet more highly desirable stuff.

i.e. " Suzie was so excited about getting another pair of Gucci sandals on sale, she practically
had a mor-gasm right there at Lord and Taylor".

deeply superficial

i am seriuosly disturbed.this morning i rolled out of bed and hit the bathroom. i am one who needs to read while on the commode and so began perusing our local independent newspaper. i was still half asleep ( not sure if that vindicates me from the sheer pitifulness of this story, but still it's a fact). there was a picture of Mahatma Gandhi. while looking at his weathered face full of beauty and wisdom, I found myself thinking ..you know that furrow line between his brow really doesn't do justice to the peaceful guy that he was...kind of made him look worried or angry... STOP right there!! I've gone too far. What kind of person would project their own issues about aging onto one of the greatest human beings ever to walk the earth? !! I've been reading WAY too many botox ads .
at this point can i even be helped?

end of vacation depression

i've had 10 days off. Ten glorious, fun, productive, relaxing days off.
Tomorrow i return to the Wonderful World of Working Stiffs. My fantasy of being an independently wealthy individual will come to a crashing halt.
i just re-set my alarm for 5:50 am. it's almost enough to make me cry like a goddarn baby. ten days is not enough. Sure, i did get to see a building blow up at Kodak park and I did take my first nap in 10 years, but still didn't get to clean out the dormer..or go to the drive-in.. or ride the jack rabbit..or even lie in my newly acquired hammock. Whaaaaaaaa!
Gotta go . need to put myself in time-out and pull myself together.

Come and Get it !

Available at Seasons of Fairport gift shop.
Also at the Fairport Villiage Coffee and Wine Bar ..on the canal .
More venues coming soon!
Don't feel like cruising around? Email me for direct sales info.

SAVE THE DATE: August 10th 5pm-8pm book signing at Re/Max Gold ..16 Atlantic Ave.
( near the intersection of Atlantic and University Ave.) Retro food, drink, music and fun ! Co-sponsored by The Society for Reluctant Adults.