No country for old lady kooks . . .

Tonight I will get the alert that there is a text on my phone; it will be from Der Bingle and ask “Home?” Tonight I will text back: “Nursing home” and so he will call later. He will ask about my day and I will probably say “okay” or “fine” and go onto something else. I will be lying; today is/was a crummy day. But Der Bingle, it is only crummy by AJ standards so don’t worry. Best advice: don’t ask. That will keep me honest and we can just chat about whatever – perhaps planning our quick trip to Las Vegas which is company related. He goes to meetings and I scope out some Vegas sights that aren’t slot machines. (I also try to look like a Wholesome Midwest Female American Senior Citizen so the guys monitoring the casino floor cameras will take pity and maybe let me have a small win. I promise to shout out Yea! and This is a great place and beam wholesomely.)

The scoping out would be fairly straight forward except it is so easy to get lost in the maze. Last year I stumbled onto the Miracle Mile at Planet Hollywood and then had to really look to find my way back so Der Bingle could see it – painted ceilings and all.

I am considering GPS because when I programmed my address into my phone, it told me to walk 14 feet to the west. I am still thinking about that and what I can infer from it.

Now, I am ready to leave and wait for the alert of the text message. And, Der Bingle, if you are reading this, maybe you’ll want want to skip the question about the day. But I guess you would have been wised up to that in the first paragraph. A little short term memory deficit on my part there . . .

At loose ends

I should be “on a mission from anti-clutter” and I intended to adopt that boot camp lifestyle for a week or so. I wouldn’t say I am having second thoughts; it is more as if my thoughts were the only part of me that had any gumption. I am sitting, on a sofa. I have tried various pep talks and a Lou Holtz, I’m not.

I have benched myself, or more accurately, sofa-ed myself. It’s sad; a week ago I watched “Hoosiers” while working in the basement. Where IS my spunk?