02Aug13
Hi All –
Please find an audio file attached to this email. If it is attached too tightly, I
suggest a pair of slip-joint pliers.
Pull gently but firmly on the file until it dislodges. If you experience difficulty, a drop or
two of oil will loosen it up. Once
you get that file, you can also grab the picture of the group which I also,
with great personal difficulty, attached as well. I’m almost out of glue!
Well, here I am, sitting at home twiddling my thumbs
because, being immersed in American culture, I have no social life. Oh, off the top of my head I can think
of several things that I COULD do, maybe do the gardening, or clean the
kitchen, straighten up the garage, vacuum the house, scrub the bathtubs, do the
laundry, cook dinner . . . But,
you see, those aren’t really social activities. I suppose, if I wanted to see other people, I could do the
shopping or return those clothes that are the wrong size. But that’s not really interacting, is
it? Perhaps I could actually
pick up the phone and call somebody; see if they want to have dinner with
me. I’m broke at the moment but,
hey, maybe I could hit my friend Rob up for a pizza. Pay him back in a week or so. Hmm, maybe not.
I did that last week and Rob doesn’t soon forget debts owed to him. So
he’d probably turn me down if I called him. Just a hunch, you know?
At the moment, I’m sitting at the computer which is making
my already sparse grey hair fall
out at an alarming rate. I have a
bald spot the size of Antarctica encroaching in areas once covered with a
luxurious growth of healthy brown hair!
I made the mistake, when I got home, of walking past a mirror and, after
today’s lesson, I just had to look.
My mirror has become haunted, you know. Every time I look into it, some old guy peers back out at
me. Anyway, a perfunctory glance
in the mirror confirmed that I have at least 7 of the 4 signs of impending
heart attack – things like a dimple in the chin, blue eyes, glasses, dandruff,
moustache, crow’s-feet, maybe even some crow’s feathers! But, I’m not
disheartened. As I tell myself,
today I broke my personal record for most consecutive days lived.
Cheers!
Kevin
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