Can do..........

Rite........Rights.....  Writes.... lot of em....

The rites of Spring....... why hello Mr Robin...the grass is kinda showing some green...buds on some trees...The rites of ceremony...  Baptism, Bar Mitzvah, Marriage....and Last (not to be confused with Marriage..)

The right of George Foreman, as in Down Goes Frazier...  The bus seat, a right of Rosa Parks, to NOT give it up, suffer indignity....  You go girl... er, I mean stay... Moral, Legal and Human Rights......

Victor...  something in the above tells me you're like, packing tabacky in some paper, getting ready to light something up.... to have it all hopefully make sense (Oh please Mr. Blog writer, can you do that, just this once?)

Thanks...I think.. and yes, correct.   I obsess about much.  Well, second thought, I'm a simpleton, so... not extremely academic... but little stuff... like a skeeter when you're sitting on the front porch and ya ain't got no screened in front porch.  Gotya.

The right of old age. Ya already thought ahead didn't ya?  We can gripe about the Government, taxes, git the hell outta my yard young'n, much.  We're wrinkled. It takes wrinkles to frown, and don't you whippersnappers forget it!

I really can't believe I'm sharing this one gripe, but, what the hey, can do.  It's me it's me it's Ernest T.  No, that ain't it, it's me the blog writer.  McDonalds, and Dave, Flame Broiled, KFC, go to Taco taco taco taco taco bell....all'a them, in the hurry up mode of today, have these wonderul time saving apps...you know... if ya don't ya should... they save hella...  anyways, you can order, even picky picky strip the cheeseburger ya order of mayo, lettuce, ketchup, pickle, any'a that crap you don't like... pay..... go the to speaker and let em know AV46 is here to get his yummies.

"OK sir, please pull thru to Window #2."  Ma'am?  "Yes?" Can I add a water to that (I ask as I cuss unner my breath "cause your damn app ain't got no place to do that, I get it, there's no buckaroos in it for Old McDonald).. "I'm sorry, I don't have any way to do that, you'll have to tell them at the window." Yes, I've probably bitched about this before (remember, we're talking old age and rights)... I've had them, at the window, in their angst to please the franchisee in "Look how fast ole Charlotte's crew is" tell me, "we'll get your water, but I'm gonna have to ask'ya to pull up to that waiting spot #3 and we'll bring it out."  Once before, they forgot. I had to call them by phone to git er done.

Victor, you're REALLY griping about this?  Uh huh. I just looked up.  McDonalds profited $25.92 BILLION last year.  "With a shout out to NASA, and the soon to be quest of getting a man (or a woman, or a man and a woman) on Mars, but sorry, we can't do the water, spot #3 perty please."

I guess maybe it's because I've spent the vast majority of my career in underpaid service industry positions. Wiseacre frat brothers might say "WOW, Victor needs to get laid"... to that I say...  I just want my water.  Surely they can do it.

I'm serious but I'm not, or, I am...  I think we've backtracked with the 'can do' attitude in service.  Nuttin' better when you go somewhere and that ain't the case.

On we go. (THANK GOODNESS VICTOR)

I was in the obits today. No, wait, that ain't quite rite, or right.  If I was in the obits, and I blogged too, that'd be something, eerie, skeery.  All that.  I was reading the obits today, how's that?  There was a gentleman, quite talented, an educator who did many things in addition to teaching.  Then, I don't know the exact disease, affliction, injury - but he was set back. His attitude... "Now I will do what I can do."

Aging is wonderful, blessed, and sucks all in one.  It's hard, for me at least, to acknowledge, the old grey mare ain't gonna be in any Budweiser commercials with an eagle on it's back, ever, again.

Then I see buddy Sam.  He's had some serious vision issues. I see Sam pulling a 6 pound bass into the boat. I see Terri, longtime runner of marathons, get a knee replacement... admonish "Oh no, what am I gonna do?" Well, in less than a year, she ran a 5K.  Did you catch the ran word?

With life, woes abound.  For many, I lost my job.  I can't fully rotate in my golf swing,  I got divorced, it's over. In my case, I was WAY OVERDO to quit playing softball (and it showed) but, the manager called me every year because if he didn't, then he would be the oldest one on the team, haha.

My buddy Steve. He got a hole in one.  Sure, many do.  But, how many do you know that can't walk, and do?  He's got a specialized cart where the seat rotates, allowing him to sit and swing.

Can do.  Cant do what we usedta, but can do what we can do.

Thanks to the gentleman in the obit for putting it so succinctly.  Much in life changes.  Sure, divorce... sadly, loss of mate... loved one... smaller house, smaller yard, smaller garden, harder to see white lines at night... sleep... need sleep (and more)... The 9pm news as replaced te 10pm news, and oft times I don't even make that.

LOTS. LOTS we can still do.  Victor, you're approaching the sappiness of Joel Olsteen....

OK, OK, OK!  We can get a grocery pickup delivery... new houseshoes overnight from Amazon... wear our PJ's and go get our meds from Walgreen at 3am if we wanna.... go to a movie with a friend instead.... heck, have some over or the game.  Don't give up, right Jimmy V?

We can.

Can do.

I'll seeya later, I'm calling Door Dash to get a bottle'a water from Mickey D's!

Love, Victurd