The Daily Gaggle

Lying around, pondering the problems of the world, I realized that, at my age, I don’t really give a rat’s ass anymore. If walking is good for your health, the postman would be immortal. A whale swims all day, only eats fish, and drinks water, but is still fat. A rabbit runs, and hops, and only lives 15 years, while a tortoise doesn’t run, and does mostly nothing, yet it lives for 150 years. And they tell us to exercise? I don’t think so. Now that I’m older, here’s what I’ve discovered: I started out with nothing, and I still have most of it. My wild oats are mostly enjoyed with prunes and all-bran. Funny, I don’t remember being absent-minded. Funny, I don’t remember being absent-minded. If all is not lost, then where the heck is it? It was a whole lot easier to get older, than it was to get wiser. Some days, you’re the top dog, some days you’re the hydrant. I wish the buck really did stop here; I sure could use a few of them. Kids in the back seat cause accidents. Accidents in the bac

I was up early one morning to witness the delivery of my newspaper which was thrown willy nilly into the front garden from a vehicle. In theory, the delivery is scheduled to be at your door, however, it could land on your garden - driveway fish pond or anywhere it can become wet and soggy and partially unreadable when it has come in contact with rainfall or the neighbour's dog. Most of the news lately is centred on the present pandemic followed by that of Middle Eastern crime celebs, drugs murder arson and serious road accidents. However, the subject which hits the front and rear pages and is of little or no importance to most readers particularly myself are blazing reports on Thugby League which has been defunct for the past two months  Yet it absorbs 20% of my newspapers content. the inane crap voiced by sportswriters and those of ugly overweight tattooed muttonheads who complain about the loss of income plus whining stories from dim-witted followers of this stupid so-called spo

 Returning yesterday I had been in Wyong Hospital for a week having surgery. Prior to that a host of medical appointments; with more to come. I must admit my stay was better than on previous occasions with more personal contact with the staff, particularly showering; spare me the details. Having had to catch up with a weeks mail and other domestic clutter my past twenty-four hours have been a trifle chaotic, travelling to other websites long overdue will become a reality when my mind becomes more focussed. In the meanwhile, I shall try and find a long-forgotten post of some interest, Back soon.

 Not a happy day today. Christopher my son who is my main carer has as a result of unusual Manual activities, in particular, the assembly of the Exercise Bike, done his back in so he describes the ongoing pain he is suffering.  Thereby making it necessary for me to venture forth to the local convenience store- 5 mins journey on my Mobility Scooter.  This was the first time in seven weeks out by myself and having purchased Milk and other necessities made the trip successfully apart from the problem of losing my Wallet someplace on the return trip. which needless to say is a *^@+$#f Nuisance there was over 100 dollars plus numerous cards Banking Health and about ten other cards in the mix. It is not so much the money being the problem but the cards will take an awful lot of explaining to replace them. Having retraced my journey without result I can only assume someone has picked my wallet up and may or may not return it to me, I can only hope. My son is now in the process of reporting t