Dec 14, 2007

Friday

I got a call yesterday from the woman who manages my neighborhood Ace Hardware. She wanted me to come in today and talk to her about a part time job working twenty hours per week. I went down an spoke to her this morning, but rather than offering me the job on the spot, she said she would have to get back to me next week. Hmm. I can think of about a hundred things that would get in the way of working part time, but I really like the atmosphere of this Ace Hardware and I probably need something to do a few hours a week. Plus, what would be cooler than getting an employee discount on nuts and bolts? I went to meet my pals at the bar today for lunch. Poor old Chuck showed up last week and found himself alone. I was in the grips of the Shingles and my buddy Lonnie had to take his wife to the doctor. Chuck baked us some kind of German Christmas cake and we didn't show up. I felt bad about that. But not to fear, he made another batch to bring along today. Chuck, you may recall from previous posts, is ninety-years-old. He was telling us today that he is driving to a major American city near a famous bay, over the holidays. He is going with his relatives and they will be driving in another car. Chuck and his grandchild will drive in Chuck's car. I am worried about this plan becasue Chuck is under the impression that it is an easy eight-hour trip from here to San Fran, so he thinks that between him and the grandkid, they can do it okay. In fact, the trip is 875 miles, about a fourteen-hour drive, under the best of circumstances. Plus, he has to drive through Los Angeles and into San Francisco. This has disaster written all over it. Airfare is running about $300 round-trip from Tucson. I wish he would reconsider. Son Sneed and I were up long before dawn to go to one of his treatments. He has given up hope that these treatments will be helpful for him, so the doctor is considering stopping them. From a purely selfish standpoint, I am all in favor of stopping the treatments, but I wish that our son could find some treatment that would give him some relief. Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky

4 comments:

Squirrel said...

Good thing you missed out on that ninety year old cake!

Kurt said...

I knew the retirement would never last.

Hubert said...

hardware is very chic right now.

Steve said...

But weren't the treatments helping for a while, at least occasionally? I hope the doctor has other alternatives.