I have a Cub game tomorrow
When I tell someone that, they say: "It's going to rain."
Baloney! It will be a beautiful day at the park. Cubs will win tomorrow, if the starter can make it through the first inning without a home run.
After all, Mr. Cub made his debut on this date 60 years ago. They have to win for him.
Called my brother today.
When his wife answered, I said gruffly, "Hey, what do you want?"
"What do you mean what do I want?" she answered.
"Well, you called me."
"I didn't call you," she said.
"Well, your husband did. Let me talk to him."
"Ummmm, I don't have a husband."
"Isn't this Ruth?" I asked.
"No, it is not." She confirmed my dreaded thought.
So I apologized, looked up the number, and redialed. This time I got him.
Which shows that in addition to not visually recognizing people, I have sunk to not even recognizing their voices!
I know numbers for some people. I know the park district, John, my brother, Bart and Laurie, Steve and Jane, Tilton School, my barber, the hospital.....I have them ingrained in my head and never look them up.
I admit, I have left some weird messages with strangers, but they have never called me back to complain.
Well, actually some guy in Baton Rouge, LA, called me once and said I left a message for a bed and breakfast in Iowa on his phone in Louisiana. I must have mis-dialed the area code on that one. It was nice to talk to a Cajun, however.
We get several calls a year for an RV storage place that has almost the same number as mine. I will direct them to the correct number, but if they leave a message, I will return the call or just call the RV place and relay the message.
Now for the delicate news.
I have a doctor's appointment next week to discuss a procedure I will have to have done this fall. It involves a garden hose and 16 mm. camera rammed into an opening not designed for insertions, but evacuations.
I am not looking forward to this.
And that is all I will say about that!
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