I look at my day’s roster of patients coming in and I wonder how on earth am I going to do anything to make a difference to anybody.
My desire for a flat stomach is overrun by my desire for a cheese toast.
I check in on Facebook to see if anyone liked my entry.
I check in on Twitter and wonder why on earth I bother to continue with it.
Eating out after the symphony is more enjoyable than the symphony itself.
I wonder if I will live long enough to retire.
Kraft Macaroni and Cheese is all that’s wanted for dinner.
I bring in any stray carts I happen to encounter on my way from the parking lot to the grocery store.
The siren-call of the cellphone’s time-sucking activities keeps me up long past my bedtime.
Harper wants out merely because I am sitting down.
I want to people to send me a random text just to say they are thinking of me.
I get a glimmer of hope the white racist mob boss running the White House will finally do something for Congress to stand up to him.
Kleenex boxes make very nice hats.
I want a weekend of gray nonstop rain so I can stay indoors and read all day long (tea included).
I can spell calendar without spellcheck.
I want an Aviation cocktail.
Spo-Reflections 
24 comments
August 28, 2018 at 12:10 AM
Old Lurker
Sometimes I wish the police would not insist on harassing me at least once per year.
August 28, 2018 at 7:51 AM
Urspo
Perhaps if you stopped feeding them or change the liquor to an inferior brand.
August 28, 2018 at 6:00 PM
Old Lurker
During an encounter with police, mutual sobriety is of utmost importance.
August 28, 2018 at 3:29 AM
anne marie in philly
sometimes I wish all my blog friends lived just around the corner.
August 28, 2018 at 7:51 AM
Urspo
Sometimes I have the same wish
August 28, 2018 at 4:29 AM
Todd Gunther
Sometimes I wish my distant and not-so-distant relations would believe more of what is happening in front of their eyes than the midnight Twitter rants of our mad dictator wanna-be.
August 28, 2018 at 7:51 AM
Urspo
Only sometimes?
August 28, 2018 at 12:04 PM
Todd Gunther
Well., i don’t think about them 24/7….
August 28, 2018 at 5:44 AM
Steven of the north
Lol, I didn’t think you would even know what Kraft dinner was! I add in things to make it more healthy. My desire for cookies is stronger than my flat stomach desire. I often think of you but you sometimes don’t have pants on… hope that’s ok?
August 28, 2018 at 7:52 AM
Urspo
Quite all right; there is a 25 cent reasonable-attorney-fees for each viewing.
August 28, 2018 at 2:44 PM
anne marie in philly
I’m not wearing any pants right now viewing this blog. I am such a hussy! ;-b
August 28, 2018 at 7:03 AM
catrina56
What is cheese toast? I imagine it’s cheese on toast, but what kind of cheese and how is it made (toaster, oven, broiler)? I LOVE pimiento cheese, and hope that’s an acceptable ingredient.
August 28, 2018 at 7:54 AM
Urspo
This is a simple recipe: take a slice of bread (I use cut bagels mostly) and put cheese on top of it. I often use shredded cheddar. Put under the broiler until the cheese melts and starts turning brown on top. Careful – this easily goes to ‘burned’.
August 28, 2018 at 8:24 AM
Donna
Sometimes my passion for golf exceeds my passion for writing and both are equally painful.
August 28, 2018 at 7:20 PM
Urspo
all the same if they give you pleasure and meaning do so
August 28, 2018 at 9:10 AM
mitchellismoving
These are wonderful. I love your streams of consciousness.
August 28, 2018 at 7:20 PM
Urspo
Thank you and yes I said yes I will Yes
August 28, 2018 at 12:26 PM
DAvid
Retirement is not guaranteed, have a lot of fun along the way. On Monday I visited relatives, dead and alive. My one and only aunt died before she was as old as I am now. And yes, she had a lot of fun along the way.
August 28, 2018 at 7:21 PM
Urspo
Indeed. Otherwise retirement becomes one of the Promised Land phenomena
August 28, 2018 at 5:24 PM
Steven
I envy those who are able to see what they are up against ahead of time rather than confronting the unknowns that continually come through the door throughout the day. 🙂 Googling “aviation cocktail” now. 😉
August 28, 2018 at 7:21 PM
Urspo
Oh they are lovely. The proper ones are pale blue not purple.
August 29, 2018 at 10:18 AM
Ravager619
Mmmm…. I haven’t had Kraft Mac & Cheese in a long time.
August 30, 2018 at 3:41 AM
Practical Parsimony
We ate cheese toast when we were children. I still do, but most people don’t know what cheese toast is. You knw, calender is a word, too. I corrected a test for a job during the consequent interview. I only missed one part–that calender is a word. The owner of the company was so impressed and said I was the only person who missed none of the questions and the only person who told him calender was a word. He called me for months, begging me to work for him. I would not, probably a big mistake.
August 31, 2018 at 4:01 AM
Ron
I hate Kraft Macroni and Cheese, makes me gag. I love mayonnaise though. I’ve often wondered if there is a psychological basis for my extreme dislike of Mac ‘n Cheese. I will always remember my landlady many years ago when I lived in Pittsburgh as a young man (21 years old). She knocked on the door to my one room furnished efficiency room that I was renting for $8 a week. She said “I have something very special for you. I made it myself.” I waited in gleeful anticipation while she went back to her apartment across the hall from my modest room. Then she brought back a steaming individual macaroni casserole which she lovingly cradled in here oven mitt covered hands. I almost gagged right there as she handed the mini casserole to me. I thanked her and accepted the hot casserole dish. Later that night, after she went to bed, I dumped the casserole in a hole they I had dug our in back of the old Victorian house where we lived. Yes, I buried that macaroni casserole.