Dear Jim: You used to care…I miss that.
Have you noticed that no one cares anymore?
It seems that Whining has lost its ability to find empathy with friends and family. Can’t figure it.
Take golf for example.
Me: “My game is terrible. I am having a terrible time. Can’t seem to fix anything.”
Partner: You won’t believe I shot an 84 yesterday. Hit my drives a mile and let me tell you about my chip in on 17…”
Me: “All my short puts seem to be going to the right.”
Partner:” Did you get the score card from the starter?”
Me: “My left arm just fell off.”
Partner: “Want me to drive the cart?”
Not to say I am innocent. One of my golf partners has neck vertebrae that are kaput. He solemnly gave me the news last week.
I told him to not turn his head when I’m putting because the clicking noise will throw me off.
Now, I am dealing with some potentially serious medical issues.
My eyesight has deteriorated quite a bit in the past year. After all the tests etc. I’m told there is nothing that can be done…too bad…so sad.
So, I go to Dr Google and discover that there is a magnifying glass that you keep on your head and swing it around when you need to see something.
I explained this to my son with fear in my voice.
He said: Dad, I promise you we will get you the best magnifying glass they make.”
I then went downstairs and told Sally about this frightening turn of events.
She looked at me and said: Do you want meatballs with your pasta sauce tonight or would you like it just plain?”
It seems I am going to have to go to my doctor to get a paper signed for my driver licence renewal. Besides failing vision, my hearing isn’t what it used to be and my doctor thinks being able to hear a train whistle is important.
Doctor:” Good morning, what can I do for you today.
Me:” What?I beg your pardon….
I’m doomed.
Me losing my driver’s licence for being deaf and having fuzzy vision will make a few people sit up and take notice.
Yes, it is true I miss a few stop signs and pesky red lights and staying within those lane markers is requiring more skill than I am used too but I still get from A to B. My passengers aren’t as relaxed at the end of the journey but if they want to drive, they could take their own car.
I will have to register Sally as an Uber driver for income splitting purposes. And she won’t like it much. I have places to go, people to do and things to meet… every day.
This won’t end well.
So, there you have it. I hope things stabilize but, I am going to interview 75-pound German Shepard’s in case I need a new friend. Ooh, rats, I hate dogs.
Moral of this letter, Jim, is that you may as well say nothing and drop dead quietly when it is your turn.
People will say: “You know Bill never complained…amazing.
Missing you
Bill Meder
Bill
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