Musings of a slowly rotting mind…

“And for tonight’s dessert, a real treat,” Karla said.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Strawberry,” she responded.

Karla had four big kettles going all at once for about four hours and churned out a whole mess of potatoes for the salad she’s making for a wedding feast this coming weekend.
A dozen-dozen eggs, two gallons of mayonnaise, a gallon of dill pickles, three kinds of onions, eight big bunches of celery and who knows how much chopping of everything and stirring it into a great big mass. Then poof! Potato salad for a couple of hundred...

I just got a comment from longtime reader, avis, telling me that I am missed. My first reaction to being missed is "It's better than being HIT!" So much for corny humor.
My naturopath doctor, who only deals in natural remedies, has helped me get rid of the mini-seizures that plagued me on a daily basis for at least a couple of years—sometimes twice-daily. That malady was more of a nuisance than a scary threat, but still...

I know, I know—it’s inevitable if you don’t die early. In fact, I personally know several people who have achieved this ancient-ness. But when it actually happens, well it’s kinda surprising.
I have always been young. Been that way ever since I was a baby. Bio testing of my body shows that I am at least 15 years younger than I am supposed to be. But even that is  retirement age. So why am I still vigorous enough to use a chainsaw, then stack...