Note The Date. There Is Much I Don’t Remember And I Am Glad I Kept Notes. Or Am I?
October 5, 2012
The Big Dog And I Awake At 0715. (Wife And Little Dog Have Been Up Since 0600.) Take Blood
Pressure Pill. Pour First Cup Of Coffee, Hazelnut Cream. Figure Fun Flavors Start Off The Day
Better. Turn On Morning Joe, And Listen To More Discussion Of Romney’s Outstanding
Performance In First Presidential Debate. A Spectacle I Turned Off Halfway Through. Hard To
Debate An Opponent Who Denies He Said What He’s Been Saying For The Last Year Or Two. He Will
Cut Taxes For Millionaires & Billionaires. Not To Mention Big Bird Deserves Our Support. Today
Romney Says He Didn’t Really Mean What He Was Caught On Tape Saying When He Thought No
One Would Find Out About It. 47% Of Americans Are No Longer Freeloaders. Is He Telling The
Truth Now Or Was He Telling The Truth Before? Before He Got Caught.
Make The Bed.
Start This Report. Decided I’d Try To Do What My Friend Sometimes Does, Which Is Simply To Talk
About His Day. 0848. Both Dogs Sound Asleep. Head Back To Recliner. A Second Cup Of Coffee
And Watch NetFlix DVD Of 2003 Tour De France. Still Researching My Article In Defense Of
Lance Armstrong. Also, I Like To Watch Video/Read A Book/Magazine About Biking Before I
Head Out For My Daily Ride. Put Together A Bowl Of Blueberry Yogurt, Sliced Almonds And
Granola. Both Dogs Awake When They Hear – From The Other End Of The House – My Teaspoon
Hit The Bottom Of Dish, Which They Both Love To Lick Clean. Stretch/Isometrics/Barbells. Head
Out The Door, Put On Helmet And Climb On Bike. Back Home 90 Minutes Later. So Exhausted,
But Not As Exhausted As Yesterday. Too Tired To Eat Right Away.
Watch Rest Of DVD Of Tour De France. Stage 9, Beloki Crashes Going Downhill At About 50+Mph. Lance On His Wheel.
Nowhere Else To Go, Armstrong Heads Cross-Country, Hops Off Bike To Remount And Rejoin The
Chase. Juiced Or Not, You Have To Be A Great Bike Handler To Make Such A Move. Also
Impressive Is Tyler Hamilton With A Broken Collarbone, Who Refuses To Quit.
Lunch Is Left-Over Boneless Ribs With Left-Over White Rice. Better Than Prison Food. Forgot The
Cilantro. Finish My Chores. Listening To Political Shows, We Learn The Jobless Rate Has
Dropped To 7.8%, The Best Labor News Since January 2009. Then An Idiotic Statement By The
Unfortunately-Named Jack Welch – Former Head Of GE And No Relation – Who Suggests
Obama’s People Have Cooked The Numbers To Recover From Poor Debate Performance. When
The Unemployment Numbers Were Going Up, Nobody Doubted Them.
Answer More Mail. Start Back To Work On My Book, Tentatively Titled When Running Was
Young & So Were We. Today’s Effort Is An Interview I Did Twenty-Seven Years Ago With Joan
Benoit, The Winner Of The First Olympic Women’s Marathon In 1984. A Very Special Lady And A
Great, Great Athlete. (She Deserves Two Greats.)
I Hear My Wife’s Car Pull Into The Driveway & I Rush Out To Greet Her. She’s A Government
Worker Who Hasn’t Had A Raise In Six Years, But Has Added Three Titles To Her Responsibilities.
Like Many Women, She Can Multi-Task, But She Can’t Be In Three Places At The Same Time. I
Goose Her Up The Stairs. You Can Literally See A Transformation In Her Mood And Energy As She
Changes Into A Vera Wang Pajama Set. I Hand Her A Vodka Tonic And She Falls Into Her Own
Recliner. We Watch The Young & The Restless. Actually, She Watches While I Read Sports
Illustrated And The Daily Paper. She’s Been Watching This Particular Soap Opera For Some 25
Years And It’s Like Mind Candy, Allowing Her To Dissipate The Day’s Abuse.
We Call My Mother, Which We Do Almost Every Day, Just To Let The Old Girl Know We Are
Thinking Of Her. The Oven Is Heating. Fridays Are Pizza Night…Tonight It’s California Kitchen’s
Bar-Be-Que Chicken. As We Eat, We Watch House Hunters, Deciding Which Of The Vacation
Homes We’d Buy With A Million Dollar Budget. Then We Get Serious. Tonight It’s Homeland On
Showtime – Virtually Everything We Watch Is Recorded Because As An Ex-Advertising Executive
And A Sentient Adult Male, I Loathe Commercials. Cassie Topaz Malone Is Already Starting To
Doze Off. We Have A Secret Name For That, The Norma Head-Bob. After All, It Is 8:30 P.M. She
Goes To Bed And The Dogs Go With Her.
There Is Little To Watch On TV, So I Turn On A Baltimore Oriole/Texas Ranger Game. I Study
Sports Because They Teach Me So Much. Or At Least They Remind Me Of Lessons Already Learned.
Guess I’ll Go To Bed Early And Read More About Biking, My Newest Obsession, My
Latest Passion. Passion Seems To Be An Infusion, The Real Fountain Of Youth. Told My Bike Guy I
Was Scared Of Crashing. He Responded With We’re All Scared Of Crashing. Got To Thinking
About That… Ain’t That The Damn Truth.
Yesterday Was A More Exciting Day As I Got A Haircut, Went Grocery Shopping And Visited My
Doctor. I Go To A Black Barber Shop, Which Is A Lot Of Fun. Friday Is The Most Fun Day There. As
That’s When The Young Brothers Getting Ready To Chase The Shorties On The Weekend And The
Ministers Preparing To Preach The Message, Friday They Gather. Often, I Am The Only White
Face In The Place. And I Am The Only Man Who Looks Like He Might Actually Need A Haircut.
Those Guys Roll Tight. I Shop At Publix, Where I Am The Master Of BOGO, Buy One Get One
Free. Remember To Get Fresh Clump Of Cilantro. For 99 Cents, You Can Kick Up Every Meal And Zest Up
Salad For A Week.
Oh, Yeah, Yesterday Was More Exciting For Sure. Got A Flu Shot. Which Was Free, Thanks To
ObamaCare, My Young Pakistani Doctor Was Analyzing A Recent, Comprehensive Blood Test.
Turns Out I’ll Live.
And I Am In Better Shape Than He Is.
