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~~ Spend five minutes with me in Dementia-ville: The stench is barely noticeable as your ears begin to pulsate from the super-loud scream fest of one-syllable grunts, snorts, cackles, sneers, and splutters. Intermittently, the stammering rage is punctuated by admonishments of “No” and “Stop” followed by compound rebukes including “Stop now” and “No, No, No, No.” * Add in the bong, bong, bongity-bong of some game show as one contestant after another wins or loses, and all you long for is a giant chunk of toilet ice to fall from an overhead plane and end your misery.

~~ *I question the point of directing reprimands towards the patient. She may act like a two-year-old, but she’s a regressing toddler. She’s not learning to act civilized nor does she seem to possess any ability to recall any dressing down after a moment. So why bother? However, it’s not my call.

~~ Overheard: “I told her not to come over for dinner after work because I had no food. Of course she showed up and didn’t bring a damn thing to eat.”

~~ Overheard:  “It didn’t fit, but who was I kidding, anyway?”

~~ An author on the radio claims he honed his craft by eavesdropping. As I also spend a portion of my time listening in on others, maybe someday I’ll have a book reviewed on NPR. I did have what I thought was a novel idea for a novel until I googled it — there’s two books with very similar plots and a quick review of the one and two star critiques all focused on the lack of plausibility. Therefore, unless I develop a talent for sci-fi or some other genre where believability is suspended from the get-go, I’ll remain a hack writer churning out 800-word articles, tweets, and blogs.
                       
~~ This was selling for one buck and included “six pieces.”
They probably could have sold it for $2.00 if they included the “Lordy I hope there are tapes” recorder.

~~ A man starts walking alongside me as I stride towards the deli on the corner adjacent to my yoga studio. “Either you’re homeless or you’re going to yoga,” he says. Those are the only two choices, witty man?

~~ I went for a flu shot yesterday. The nurse says that it can take about two weeks to be effective, so “it’s lucky you have three weeks before a big Thanksgiving get-together.” I respond that I’m pretty sure the holiday is two weeks away, but she grows adamant. “It has to be three weeks away because I have to order the pies 15 days in advance.” Heads up, people who go to nurses’ homes for Thanksgiving and expect to eat pie: some of you are going to be very, very upset come dessert time.

~~ Everyone who cares about smarter gun legislation knows the NRA waits for an outcry to die down and for people to forget. I don’t know how we can forget when hordes of us are dying every fricking week, but the blood-drenched NRA is up to it again: https://www.nytimes.com/2017/11/08/us/politics/bump-stocks-congress-national-rifle-association-mass-shootings.html

~~ For the first time in a year, I felt a bit hopeful after Tuesday’s election results. Not confident by any means, but encouraged that people turned out and spoke out. We voted for the kind of USA that looks like all of us and values a Constitution that encompasses all of us. As I suspected, there’s a lot more people that favor inclusion than those who hate everyone that isn’t a clone of them.


Dasvidaniya. Have a great weekend.
J!-E!-T!-S! JETS! JETS! JETS!
LET’S GO RANGERS!
GO, NY KNICKS, GO!

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