Sorry about not being more communicative of late. I haven't felt funny, I just look that way. Speaking of which, my neighbor has been out of work for over a month now and is beginning to show signs of depression. I rarely leave the house at all these days, but she was having trouble with her computer and asked if I could come over to help. I was able to help her and tried to cheer her up with that old joke about the two nuns who walk into a bar with a donkey. I'm sure you know the punchline; when asked why they were with the donkey it turned out that being old and hard of hearing, when someone told them it was a Jackass, all they heard was "JC." Health and safety tip here, never use bad jokes to try and cheer up someone in depression. Particularly that one. You'll thank me for that advice someday.
I, by the way, have made sitting on the couch in my bathrobe into an Olympic event. I suppose for that one you don't get awarded a gold medal, they just give you a bigger television. When I was younger and had more hair, I would have placed well in the sychronized hair toss division. But as usual, my fingers tend to ramble and I digress. I've been writing more than usua lately. I have a short story where a man and a woman are walking in the park one evening and are approached by a unicorn. When they try to touch it, it vanishes. The woman says to the man "What is the psychological term when two people share a common delusion?" The man looks at her and replies "Marriage." In another story, there is a married couple who are getting ready for work one morning and the man is running late and a bit short of temper when he sees that the toothpaste tube has to be straighted out before he can use it. He shouts out to his wife, "In all our years together, I have never once failed to put the lid down on the toilet. Could you please squeeze the toothpaste from the bottom of the tube? Is that asking too much?" The wife appears in the doorway, clearly annoyed and says, "Keep going on like that and you'll never have your tube squeezed again, from the bottom or the top." Stick around, I've got a million of them. At least my brain is the one part of my body which is not in iimminent peril, although I have reached the stage where I have virtually no short-term memory. I have to keep the computer on when I'm watching TV so I can catch which show is coming on next about every twenty minutes. On the other hand, my long term memory is reminding me of things that happened to me in childhood with crystal clarity. Is anyone else experiencing this? It's flatly eerie. On many occasions, I have talked to Police Officers who all have the same story. It goes something like this: Eyewitness reports of say, a hit and run, will interview witnesses, who will tell them the car was, red, blue, black or green, was either a sedan or a station wagon, or maybe a van. It seems a traumatic incident effects people like that. Perhaps what I've been going through the past year or so is the same. I prefer that explanation to others like Alzheimer's or dimentia.
Moving on; you know how you always see "The Doomsday Clock" and how we're minutes away from midnight? In my world my biological clock is about the same. In the same way, my revisionism of the old Henny Youngman line reads "Take my life...Please." I know I'm depressed, I've been diagnosed as Bi-polar on more than one occasion.and none of the drugs I've been prescribed over the years, often at the cost of hundreds of dollar each month, have ever been able to stabilize me, so I just soldier on. I'm often tired of fighting the battle though. On a good note though, my broken toes seems to be healing. It's hard to tell, I can't really feel anything below my knees, but they're looking much better. Good on that: with the weather getting cooler, I may be able to put on shoes soon.
Well with that, I'll wish you all my best from the either.
