Friday, December 29, 2017

TRAVEL ADVICE


One cutie pie, one ham-bone, one terrified toddler - and one FOF
You sort them out

How to travel during your 9th decade - and enjoy it.

Most of these suggestions come from personal experience, usually discomfort caused by doing the opposite.

1)      Do nothing to diminish your appearance of aged helplessness.  Strive to look even more decrepit than you actually are, if that is possible.
2)      Carry and conspicuously rely on a stout wooden cane or walking stick.  You will walk easier and if, by chance, someone attempts a mugging you can kill them..
3)      Do not travel by bus, ever.  Trains might work, but airplanes are best because they minimize the time spent travelling and maximize the time actually being there. having fun.
4)      If possible visit friends and relatives with washing machines.  That way you can get by with a tiny, light suitcase.
5)      Even if you ran a triathlon last Tuesday, tell the airline that you need wheelchair assistance.  It’s quick, easy, and free.  (But have generous tip money at hand.)
6)      When you arrange your airline schedule (actually, let an agent do it for you), pay no attention to cost.  The object is to get from HERE to THERE and back again with the least possible discomfort.  This entails minimizing both time and plane-changes.  Money is nearly irrelevant; after all, you are in your 9th decade – and you can’t take it with you.  If you did extraordinarily well the previous eight decades or so you might even consider 1st Class.  For the rest of us, though, go Coach – for a few hours anybody can stand a 14-inch seat between two sweaty 300 pounders.  Right?

7)      When you get home, prepare to be very tired.

     



Monday, December 11, 2017

THE DONALD, WITH GREEN HAIR


This needs no explanation

You know what Chia pets are, right?  Well, I’ll bet you didn’t know you can get one of Donald Trump, with green hair!  When I learned that I was so excited I started to order one for every member of my family, and all my friends as well.  But then I thought: I always tell everyone not to give me gifts – I have everything I need, and if something I want suddenly crops up, I buy it.  So, if you had in mind giving me a Christmas present, please give it to Fred Hutch cancer research instead:


And in return I will donate in in honor of all of you.  In fact, I'll do it right now.


SO, go buy your own damned Donald Trump Chia pet.  Just don’t bother to show it to me.


Merry Christmas!