Oh, for Heaven’s sake, I mis-typed geranium and then didn’t notice it in the previous post – even though it was in big print in the title slot. Well, I guess my peanut butter level was a little low.

I want to have a party; no, I want to go to a party where everyone else does the work and I get to sit, eat, and talk. After being down in Fountain County with my cousins, it feels really flat to be in my daily life.

They’re waiting for me to spill my guts about it, so why keep them waiting? I am going to talk about the trend in conversation as people get older. The four of us were driving around, sitting a lunch table, just doing anything and BAM!, someone would ask if an acquaintance were still alive. It would start off innocently enough – one person asking if anyone remembered who had lived in a house we had just passed, for instance, and the next thing you know, someone else was inquiring if said person, or said person’s parents, or said person’s sister or brother or uncle who left home to join the French Foreign Legion is still alive.

All right, I made up the part about the French and their legion, but, basically, the gist of the paragraph is dead right. Oh, sorry, I punned. And sorry again because I punned badly. Let’s just forget it.

Finally, I had to ask: Don’t you guys know anyone who is alive? You need to expand your group. If I’m not careful, I may one of those folks who is the past tense.