Drawing to a Close

13 Jan 19
08:00 hrs

     The Oma-nator will be heading back to the Nation's Capital soon. It has been a great visit with nearly 80 games of Trouble played. All good. We took her to three shows at the local stage theater.  The last one was the Comic Strippers, an all male improv troupe, which entertained the audience - mostly female - with borderline sexually suggestive scenarios. Our whole family went, including the Couch Monkeys and our friend Gail. It was a most enjoyable evening.

20:00 hrs

     We have now surpassed 80 games of Trouble. Quite an achievement. As tomorrow is The Oma-nator's last day my Better Half is taking the day off. I have not been tasked with anything so far. I had been working in a different unit over the past couple of weeks and a full time position in that unit has opened up. But, at this point I don't feel like I would be a good fit. Of course, I still have tasks to complete around the Wayward Inn. A new set of taps to install, a workshop to try and tidy up, a wooden spoon to sand down, a Long Duration ( Audio) Recorder to build plus other things as well

     We went out for brunch to what used to be Mar's on Main out in the Wild Wild West. It's now called The Four Quarters. The menu has been pared back but the product could still be tweaked a bit. Seasonings, etc. Overall it was fairly good. We gave it a review on Trip Advisor.

14 Jan 19
07:00 hrs

     It's still dark out and I am sitting in the dark having my coffee. I am using a bluetooth type device hooked to the TV broadcasting to my hearing aids. The only person hearing the TV is me. I am watching Rush: Time Stands Still. It is for me to enjoy, alone.

     The Jr. Couch Monkey is awake. He assists in teaching/coaching Improv at his former high school and then he'll be off to his college classes. He is wearing a tshirt that reads - "Wanted Dead and Alive: Schrodinger's Cat".

     Speaking of high school, the other day I learned of the death of a former classmate. I had known her since Jr. Highschool. She was taken from us by a cancer of one kind or another. She was a teacher and had even taught the offspring of other class members. Afterwards, I was added to my highschool alum group on Facebook and I learned of the passing of some more classmates. One was murdered in the Hugh-ess, one died of some weird liver disease, one was beaten to death outside a pub, and more have passed from various health ailments. It's a sure sign that we are aging but now that the Grim Reaper is picking off your friends it makes it personal.

     You can't fight the end so live life to its fullest and help others along the way.