Just text it

A bit to much in my book.

This texting fad.

Watching baseball on the Tele and when the camera focuses on the crowd at the ball park seems like everyone has their Star Trek pocket communicator out doing the texting thang.

I see people walking around textter in hand head down unfamiliar with whats going on around them just a texting away.

I'm a eating sushi at so and so place they update FaceBook friends like yeah so what.

Just seen a texter text they where at church.

Hmm hope they are not texting but letting the preacher's message soak in.

Sorry for stepping on your toes about this texting thang but I needed something to write about.

Next time you lose a $20 just text the location you last saw it.

My new friend

I was startled at first.

It would have scared anyone.

My eyes still fuzzy from deep slumber there he stood outside my bedroom window smiling,staring,looking in.

In his hand a white paper sack and a extra large coffee.Waving that sack I figured out he wanted to come in.

Heck I live at the old folks home where little ole gray headed ladies cruise the halls and by ways in their wheelchairs just looking for someone to harass so this guy didn't scare me at all.

In my best Mexican sign language I motion for him to come on in.

It's not every day you see a big white guy with a big red afro wearing a yellow jumpsuit with # 18 size red shoes.Least not while awake but that is a story for another time.

Slowly,quietly trying not to wake my roomies up he crawled through the window.

At the side of my bed he raised a finger to his ruby red lips making that international understood sign of shhh be quiet.

Low and behold!

And that delicious coffee was for me!

Pointing to the white sack he gave it a couple of shakes while smiling with those big ruby red lips.

Guess what was inside?

Bacon,real bacon,thick crispy heart attack bacon not that chickentarian bacon we get at the old folks home biscuits.Those buttermilk biscuits just melt in ones mouth and he had brought some real deep fried hash browns also.

Like Santa on Christmas eve off in a flash he went I think delivering other sleepy eyed old folks their morning constitutional of cholesterol sodium packed items of delight.

Yes people,life is good,and I have a new friend.

I just call him Ronnie.

In all fairness

Things could be worse.

I have no pain.It's been a long time since I have.In my younger years cramps in my calfs of my legs at night were common.That by the way is the biggest muscle on me,they were over worked when I was walking.Weight lifters or body builder's legs from knee down could not compare with the calfs of my legs.

It's rare for me to feel sick at all.

I'm just tired all the time ,have been since I was a kid.

In all fairness this Kugleberg Welander Syndrome or the other name it's known by SMA3,has been kind to me.It's been very slow in progression.

Not like that terrible disease of ALS.

Sometimes you have to accept things the way they are.Pitching a hissy fit or feeling why me sorry for yourself serves no purpose.

Okay.

That's my pep talk for today now get outta here and do something.