Geezer Approaching

DJ will be 60 in one week.  I’m giving advance notice so you can FedEx those gifts.  I was thinking of getting a Porsche but it would be less cool with a hand brake.  Instead I’ve decided to get a man bun and a couple tattoos.

Hey, health care is back in the news.  The Donald said this about the plan.  "The plan gets better and better and it's gotten really, really good and a lot of people are liking it a lot”.  That is one cogent analysis.  I wish Trumpcare had been around when I had that pesky spinal cord tumor.  I’d probably still be running marathons.  Wait, I never ran marathons.

Speaking of Donnie Boy, here’s a recent Slate headline: “Trump to Democrats: Pay for My Wall, or Obamacare Gets It!”  Donnie “Small Hands” Trump is a made guy.  The chump needs a win for his 100 day mark, and he doesn’t care who gets hurt.  And he was boasting about his ratings today. What a sideshow.

I’m sending in my absentee ballot for Emmanuel Macron.  We need that dude to beat France’s Trump.  Macron has a wife that is 24 years older than him.  That is your factoid for the day.  And a quote from one of the losers, Mélenchon: “Yankees represent everything I detest. A pretentious and arrogant empire, composed of uncultured rubes and pitiable cooks.”  He’d probably click with our president.

I’ll close with celebrity news.  Elon Musk and Amber Heard are an item.  Act for show and date for dough.

Today's Journal

I’m disappointed. I came back from my morning swim and there was no change in my social media status.  I used to call it socialist media, but nobody thought that was funny.  Hey, I’m a utility player hoping to bat .250

The morning swim was not as bracing as I had expected.  It was 45 degrees as I drove to the posh club, - I stopped for gas and gleefully saved $1.10 with my Safeway points - but I had to settle for the indoor pool along with the other geriatrics.  At least I got a lane, but bath water temperature was not what I was looking for

The wife and I cleaned up the garage yesterday.  #2 had given us some sturdy shelving that we had to assemble.  We put our heads together and managed to figure it out, though neither of us have engineering degrees.  We put the old plastic shelves out front with a FREE sign.  They are still there, but today may be the day.  When I got back from the club today, I saw our neighbor just put their shelving out with a FREE sign.  Damn copycats.

The wife and I rewarded ourselves with dinner at Rangoon Ruby in Belmont.  We’ve been to the one in San Carlos several times.  Their northward expansion includes Belmont and Burlingame.  The food was excellent.  The only gripe was that wifey ordered a glass of Malbec and got a weak pour. 

This past Friday we had a Mexico reunion with the families of #1 and The Hotelier.  The Hotelier brought Herradura and the first commercial margarita mix that I have actually enjoyed. #1 supplied the chow from Pancho Villa in San Mateo.  #1 will soon be readying his abode to receive a ridiculous amount of rental income as the family will be jetting off for a three-year stint in Singapore.  #1 is a big cheese at a prominent company.  I do plan to soon take up the Exec’s suggestion to that #1 should now be called The Exec.  But then what do I call The Exec?

One name that might fit is gimpy, as he just had a knee replacement.  He had eye surgery last year.  We’re going over there for cocktails this evening, so I plan to ask him when his next procedure is.

My future doctor, son of Wig, turned 30 yesterday.  I told The Wig that the boy was in the prime of his life and that The Wig was a geezer.  I did not get a response.  I should not be so cavalier with my friends, especially those as sensitive as my Binghamton bud.

I’m hoping that the time is far off, but I have decided that I want my last rites administered by Father John Misty.

Birthday Boy

I became a dad 27 years ago today.  We brought the bundle boy home after one night in the hospital.  I remember well the first night at home, when I wanted my wife to get as much sleep as she could.  I was sitting on the couch with the kid at around 4am, watching Dick Van Dyke or some other repeat.  Sonny Boy 1 was squawking a bit, but if I bounced him gently up and down, he would clam up.  At that point, I would sit back on the couch with him on my chest and try to get a few Zs.  After five minutes or so there’d be the “wah,wah,wah” and I’d get back to bouncing.  We repeated that drill several times.  Now he’s a big strong guy, not that odor is everything.  I think SB1 is doing brunch with his friends today.  We decided to do the same, and just got back from Three, belly full.

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I’ve been following the news quite a bit lately and have come to the conclusion that Devin Nunes is completely full of shit.  It is hard to get stuff by me.  General Flynn is looking for an immunity deal.  He probably wishes he hadn’t popped off previously about an immunity request equaling guilt.  His erstwhile boss - inciter of violence according to Judge David J. Hale - whom I hope will soon be our erstwhile dear leader, made the same claim.  Lastly, I just saw that Nikki Haley said that Trump's tweets are "chatter I don’t focus on." Holy Cow Batman! I am not enjoying this White House reality show.

The feel good story of the day is “Blac Chyna and Rob Kardashian kiss and make up after six week break” but Kylie and Tyga may be in troubled waters. And the topper is that the Hindustan Times is reporting that Kanye and Kim may be on the rocks as well.  Although HT is not the authoritative source that TMZ is, this still sends shock waves through the DJ household.

It is a beautiful day here in Northern California so I am going to go out and clean my new grill for the first time.  If I was a real blogger I’d try to come up with a few more paragraphs to delay that task.  But as I mentioned in an earlier post, I decided to give up blogging and start journaling.