The News. So, if we tippy toed into the idea (let my hair down, try to make it a fun day)... we run into breaking news (of course).. gunshots... car crashes... The We/They of Political junk, dog eat dog with fangs furled out.. Alice? Whar'd I put my Blood pressure meds? (I hope she cooks breakfast... you can get anything you want at Alice's kitchen. Right Arlo?)
So, we rolled our sorry butt outta bed... we picked 'smile'... we had one eye on the news and now we wished we'd had none... then...
(See, I toldya I'd get to it.).. I finally got wifi back, but, my gizmo to do blogs on something besides an Android - is in the car........so........ that entails "DAMN DADDY IT'S COLD OUT." (If I must pee again, I hope I can find it. Sorry. Not really.)
One fang out... sitting under the blanket typing.. a $3.99 cent bought at thrift store hair dryer in hand.. Washing your hair so early? No. I'm cold. Hey, it works.
Life and it's "How do you like me now?"
Yesterday..... all my troubles seem so faraway.
No, that ain't it, sorry. Yesterday, at work. As I was busting my butt (seated on the back deck of the golf course smoking a cig, one eye on the front door so I can see, be able to, meet/greet an incoming customer.)
IN A FLASH, I see a dad, a teenage kid, and a oh... 9 yr old or so, get outta the car. The 9 year old or so....allofasudden SPRINTS to the front door! He looked like onea those speed skaters, his arms werea pumpin, he was excited to the MAX, the oncoming air that went into his smile didn't even slow him down. Victor, what's the point? The point is, THAT'S THE WAY, UH HUH UH HUH, I wanna feel, look at, take on life! You GO runner! I loveya!
I played High School Football.
No, that ain't it, but, I actually did. In fact, there's an embarrassing blog here somewhere about it. I, back in the dinosaur days, coached College Basketball. Womens. Hell to the no I didn't work my way up, Title IX happened, they sought volunteers. "Would you consider being the Assistant Coach in our inaugural year Vic?" , the Women's Athletic Director asked... I, me, a sophomore in college myself.. the one with the grade of C- teetering back and forth to D+ in Anatomy and Kinesiology (I GOTS TO HAVE THIS CLASS).. batted my eyes at her, the Prof, and said "Sure."
So, a needle pulling thread.
Damnit Victor, get to it. So, I enjoy, very much, the Women's NCAA College Basketball Tournament. (My friend Tim Tipton does too, in fact, he thinks of adding another game once the men's, women's tourneys are over, they play each other, and "It'd be close." Right Tip?)
Gene Auriemma. HE, did work his way up. He just led the UConn Huskies to the National Championship. He's THE GODFATHER of women's basketball coaching. His alltime record is 1,249-165. Holy Guacamole. I know, right? TWELVE NATIONAL TITLES. Holy Guacamole (with chips, burritos, tacos, quesadillas, baked potatoes, you get the idea, he da boss).
He's 71. Victor? Price of tea? China? (Hang on, lemme check the tariff updates, oh, sorry, nvmd.)
The association to this story (but first, please know, THE very first concert I ever attended was The Association, a hunnerd and twelve years ago, KCKS, Memorial Hall, I Cherish the memory, ha.)
Gene's association. Well. there was first me, the shriveled one, trying to decide if bad mood, good mood, news, yuck, weather, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.. So, I assume you're getting to his mood? BINGO! N41, time for fun!
So....... what does Gene say about waking up, taking on life, smile? Yuck? Roll back over? Bad mood (not to be confused with BM)?.. "We all feel our age at some point. We don't like to admit because we still act younger because of the people we're dealing with. So yeah, I may be 71 number-wise, but I think otherwise I'm more able to do stuff with those young people because I'm around them every day and they rub off on me."
OK.
JUST OK? THAT'S HELLA COOL. He's got the same piss an vinegar of that youngster'a runnin' into the golf clubhouse... like a speedskater, arms'a flailing, smile'a a coverin' his face........ YEAH BABY!
And then there's Hazel. She's 81. Still works.
Because she works with kids? Makes her feel younger? Gives her that positive attitude? Well... kinda.. I guess. She does say she weaves in, around, and past those whippersnappers - but, she (and a sadly growing list of Senior Citizens) work because they HAVE TO. "My Social Security is $900 a month, I can't live on that. So, I wait tables here."
CoWorkers love her. She walks with an obviously painful limp. That ain't right, but, her buddies say you can't knock the smile off'a her face.
Some Good Samaritan and her son wondered in one day. Thought, like we all do, "That just ain't right".. but then we, well, at least I'll admit, we sit, don't do nuttin' about it, for them. Not Good Samaritan lady. She went on TikTok. I ain't got that, but, I watched enough to know the following:
She tipped Hazel $40. Way more than her meal cost. She took her "this ain't right" to TikTok. Funds for Hazel came rolling in. And more. And, GS (good samaritan) started a GoFundHazel. Viral. Measles? Bad subject, no. Views. Viral views.
Bottomline. Thanks to more and more and s'more Good Samaritans like GS, Hazel don't HAVE TO work there any longer (Cha Ching, in excess of $300,000 raised, she now CHOOSES TO work there (way less hours though)..... to be with the whips... young folks, nice folks, kind folks. If you don't move you die they say.
I LOVE THOSE WHO TAKE A YUMMY LOOK AT LIFE.
Snotnose speed skater.
UConn's Geno.. (UConn't always get what you want [to stay young] but if you surround yourself with young, it rubs off)..
Hazel. Oh Hazel.
I'm a pickin'... and I'm a grinnin'.
Paul Harvey pens the final page.
Walter says "And that's the way it is."
If you were to call for your Kitty Cat to c'mere... but he laid there.. in that cardboard box.. one eye peeking at you, all but saying "Be for real,." Would that be considered Box Whine?
And I'm going to take a nap....... but pee first.
Love, Victurd
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