It will not be One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich because I am not Aleksandr Solzhenitzyn. Here he is in 1974:
He died in 2008 and I didn't, so I couldn't possibly be
Maybe I will just show you some pictures, although I do realize that I run the risk of producing in your minds the effect one reviewer felt after watching the film Last Year At Marienbad: "The film is famous for its enigmatic narrative structure, in which time and space are fluid, with no certainty over what is happening to the characters, what they are remembering, and what they are imagining. Its dreamlike nature has both fascinated and baffled viewers; many have hailed the work as a masterpiece, although others have found it incomprehensible."
I will just have to run that risk. No, I will be helpful and include explanations to alleviate any confusion amongst my readership. I say "amongst" instead of "betweenst" because I am confident there are more than two of you out there.
Let us begin. This will not be a chronological presentation. Here, in no particular order, is my recent life:
-- We went to a place called Ollie's (motto: Good Stuff Cheap) and bought new seat cushions and a new umbrella for our patio.
View 1:
View 2:
View 3:
-- Here are our identical triplets out on a lark. Actually, they are my daughter and two of her teacher colleagues at the Birmingham airport this week on their way to Orlando for the SREB (Southern Regional Education Board) Conference. My daughter will be making one of the many presentations.
-- I got into an altercation with a trash receptacle at our local Burger King and wound up with a boo-boo. Please notice the vintage Benrus watch on my wrist. It belonged to my father-in-law, who died in 1983. It passed into the custody of my brother-in-law, who kept it in a box for 32 years and never wore it. When he died in 2015, his widow gave it to me. I wear it every day.
-- Mrs. RWP and I compare boo-boos. Her thumb is partially out of its socket and she also has some arthritis, so the doctor gave her a shot of cortisone and put her in a wrist brace. My boo-boo was minor, just a little cut, but it bled a lot because I am on a blood thinner and it hurt like the dickens.
-- As a belated Father's Day gift, my two sons took me to the Ferst (not First) Center for the Arts on the campus of Georgia Tech to see a play, Martin Luther On Trial. Satan was the prosecutor, Luther's wife (an ex-nun) defended, and Saint Peter presided over the trial. Witnesses included Adolf Hitler, Saint Paul, Martin Luther King Jr., Sigmund Freud, and Pope Francis. It was excellent. Even Snowbrush would have enjoyed it.
-- On the way to the Ferst Center, we stopped for lunch at It's Greek To Me, a restaurant in Marietta.
-- The 20-year-old son of my son on the right in the photo above is currently in Mumbai, India, for 15 days. I did not feel the need to show you a picture of Mumbai, India, but if you want to see one you can Google it for yourself.
-- A group of us Senior Adults from church made a two-van caravan trip to the Blue Willow Inn in Social Circle, Georgia, for lunch.
-- the Blue Willow Inn in Social Circle, Georgia
-- Lunch (table #1):
-- Lunch (table #2):
-- After lunch at the Blue Willow Inn in Social Circle, Georgia:
Are you bored yet?
Just a few more, and we will be done.
-- Sometimes Mrs. RWP and Abby The Dog watch horse racing on TV:
...and sometimes they watch the National Dog Show:
...even though there are so many other things they could be doing.
-- Three days a week I go to cardiac rehab:
-- I had to get a new pair of glasses.
The lenses get thicker every year.
Perhaps that is too much information.
Perhaps I have gone a bridge too far (groan).
In spite of the many other activities, sometimes my life seems to consist of this:
Etaoin shrdlu to one and all.
I have to go now. The men in white coats have arrived.
