When I saw my pulmonologist this morning and urged him to ask me why my head was bandaged, I then told him "My wife beats me."
Since he also treats my wife and has seen us at times together, he just chuckled.
Actually a different doctor caused that evilness on me yesterday as he whittled out a non-malignant skin cancer.
All the punishment I get for being a fair-skinned Norwegian boy who spent too much time in the sun without using sunscreen.
We called it sun tan oil when I was that boy and, not using it, I got sunburned frequently.
As Woody Allen once said, "I don't tan, I stroke."
This moon shot looks like it was taken in the evening but it was actually in the middle of the day.
It sort of portrays our life at the present as we are about half way toward moving to our new home.
It shouldn't be a tough move as it's only about 4 miles from where we live now.
But we're in our 80's now and the stamina ain't what it used to be.
My previously mentioned wife has been living up to her avatar or acronym or whatever it is: SWMBO, for She Who Must Be Obeyed.
Even though we have some ladies hired to pack up our "stuff" and some guys hired to move it to the new residence, she has insisted on filling boxes and hounding calling on me to take them over there.
In about a week it will all be over.
Except for opening box after box and placing the "stuff" in the "proper places".
As George Clooney said recently in a joint interview with Julia Roberts "That's why alcohol was invented."
She interjected "Or chocolate chip cookies."
He agreed "Those too."
Stay tuned.
