Almost raining is the only kind of rain we seem to get these days. It wet enough to ruin your sandals but not enough to convince the flowers they have been watered or keep the birds’ suet from melting.
I might as well start with the fun stuff. I went to the doctor today and found out nothing much. It’s not that the the doctor is uninformative. He’s fine. The problem is the tests don’t show much. It turned out, as I hoped, you can’t have me fast for 12-hours and get “normal” results. After doing another set of tests without fasting, results were pretty much the same as last time and the time before. One test result is a little bit high. Another is a little bit low. Nothing is critical. There’s no diagnosis because none of the results are jumping up and down while yelling “Look at me! Look at ME!”
In the end, we’re left with trying to find a pain medication that works without ugly side effects, a goal that has proved nearly impossible to achieve while trying to (also) eliminate at least one of my many medicines.
On the positive side, I didn’t get any bad news. This getting old thing is getting OLD. Of course it still beats out the alternative, but I’m exhausted just fighting the daily battle to keep going.
As the very old witch said, “We all get the same amount of young, but if you live a long time you just get an extra big dollop of OLD.”
Onward to this week’s questions!
In one sentence, how would you sum up the internet?
Meh. Social media ranges from occasionally brilliantly, to largely stupid. There are sweet spots, but an awful lot of it is dull, dreary, and sometimes repulsive.
Is true beauty subjective or objective?
When I was marrying Garry, one lady who always acted like a friend (but never was), asked me this question: “Why do they MARRY you?” I said it was because I worked hard to make them feel loved and cared for. I take care of those I care about.
Returning to the original question — I assume you are referring to “human” beauty? Because human beauty is subjective. One of the interesting things I’ve noticed through the years is that the women who were most attractive to men were not necessarily the prettiest, sexiest, or best-dressed. They were, however, usually the warmest and kindest. They made their partners feel like a million bucks.
How many chickens would it take to kill an elephant? (This is the perfect alternative to “Why did the chicken cross the road?”)
First of all, they would all have to cross the road because you’d need a whole henhouse full of beaky chickens.
A digression: When I was working, many (sometimes most) of my co-workers were originally from other countries. Russia, Israel, Pakistan, India, China so the office diversity was very high. I was working on a database product and we needed to show how to move groups or single objects from one place to another and I suggested we do it as ” chickens” and have them cross the road. All the Americans laughed.
The rest of the group looked baffled. “Why,” asked Sergei, “Is that funny?” And you know, we couldn’t explain it. It’s funny, but there’s no reason why it’s funny. Maybe what’s funny is that we find it funny.
So how many chickens? As many as you get across the road and maybe they won’t kill an elephant. Maybe they will just make friends. They will become tiny elephant pals.
If your five-year-old self suddenly found herself inhabiting your current body, what would your five-year-old self do first?
Run around, jump, and just move and remember how it feels for all the parts to work at the same time!
What’s an aspect of your personality that you’re grateful for?
Being smarter than the average bear. Not so smart as to scare people away, but smart enough to know the world is not flat, liberals and socialists are not crazed communists and aren’t running child pornography rings in the basements of pizza shops, that putting limits on guns does NOT increase (or fail to diminish) crime — and voting makes a difference because your non-vote is a vote for the guy you weren’t going to vote for.
These days, this is plenty smart.