Blog #444                                September 11, 2025

 

I am an ordinary man.  I am not unique.  I am not special.  Yet, last Tuesday morning, something happened to me that will never happen to any of you or to 99.99% of the world’s people.  At about 8:45, as I sat reading with Shakespeare on my lap, I heard some chimes.  And they were coming from my chest!  It scared the Beelzebub out of me and my excited, but histrionic, reaction made the cat screech and run away.  The first thing I realized was that it must be my pacemaker giving me a warning.  And then it stopped, lasting perhaps 5 seconds.  Ok, but what kind of warning was it giving me and would it do it again?  I was pretty nervous, but also reasonably sure it was telling me that my battery needed replacement.  My Dr. Rhythm had told me the battery was about to run out, but what he forgot to tell me was that my heart would start singing a tune.  Anyway, I took some deep breaths to calm myself and called the office.  “What’s your name?  What’s your date of birth?  Oh yes, Mr. Fox, we got the notification this morning and someone will call you to schedule a battery replacement.”  I informed the lady that it would have been nice if they had warned me that my aorta was going to explode into Yankee Doodle Dandy without a heads up.  She told me it would warn me at the same time every morning until it was replaced.  Great.  See you tomorrow at 8:45.

 

It went off again, same time, same tune.  Couldn’t they at least have picked something more apropos of music originating from inside your body?  How about:

 

I left my heart in San Francisco

I left my spleen in Abilene

I left my kidney way down in Sydney

I lost a tooth in old Duluth.

 

Now that’s what I call Organ Music.

 

Hi there and welcome back.  I hope you’re feeling well.  Today is Nine-Eleven.  Can you believe it has been 24 years?  Twenty-four years since 9/11.  Fifty-eight years since we were married.  Thirty years since my last cigarette.  So many years!  But, we can still try to be young.  Carol and I and some of our friends try to stay young by having “fast-food” nights.  We pick a fast-food place, where mostly young people go, and go there for dinner.  This week it was Dave’s Hot Chicken.  As usual, we spent an hour and a half at this “fast” food place.  First of all, we have to read the menu, then we have to interrogate the staff to determine what options we have.  Special meals, different sauces, small fries or large, can I get the hamburger without salt, is there a coupon.  We’re a pain, but we always make the staff like us by pretending to be ignorant.  Then we wind up chatting with the manager and each other.  It fills up the night.

 

We liked the fast-food place a lot

The food was delicious and hot

We had laugh after laugh

For an hour and a half

Cause the food may be fast – but we’re not.

 

It was fun.  While we were finishing up, sitting outside, the manager came to ask how everything was and we all said it was great.  Then I said, what you need are some ice-cream desserts.  He said, “We have milk shakes.  Let me bring you some, on me.”  So we had free milk shakes.  Except for me, of course.  I don’t do milk, ice-cream, alcohol, nicotine, kale or peaches.  That’s just me.

 

Our Weekly Word is histrionic which means excessively emotional or dramatic.

 

The Zoo was delightful yesterday, but pretty empty.  I still find people to talk to – the few visitors, some of the staff and volunteers, even some animals.  I saw some flamingos, an alligator, some Galapagos tortoises, each the size of a Volvo, some prairie dogs inside their enclosure and a squirrel running free.  Before I went home, I got a soda and sat on the restaurant patio overlooking the lake and watched the pelicans.

 

A wonderful bird is the Pelican.
His beak can hold more than his belly can.
He can hold in his beak
Enough food for a week!
But I'll be darned if I know how the hellican?

 

No, I didn’t write that.  Even though I am the King of Limerick, that one was written by Dixon Lanier Merritt, who is famous for nothing else at all.  While I was so occupied, I felt something brushing against my legs.  I looked down and spotted about five ducks, each about the size of a baked potato, looking for some fallen bread or French fries.  Those are the animals I talked to.  I said, Hi Boys, but they didn’t respond.  They were so cute, but they soon became bored with me and left to search for better pickings.

 

Message from Shakespeare, the three-legged cat:  That, as a duck for life that dives, So up and down the poor ship drives (Pericles).  He’s talking to ducks now?  What kind of crazy nutso did I pick for a Pops?  Actually, he talks to me too and I like it.  I guess I’ll keep him.  Purr.

 

I have an old car.  I like it.  I know where everything is and what everything does.  If I want something to happen, I push the right button.  If I want something different, I use a different button.  I borrowed my daughter’s new car the other day and you know what I found?  A screen.  No buttons, just a screen.  And every time I tried to turn the radio on, I activated the seat warmer.  I couldn’t get the radio to work or the A/C or the fan, and I couldn’t find how to turn off the seat warmer.  By the time I got to McDonald’s, my tush was as warm and tender as a pot roast.  I basically know only two things about cars – the pedal on the right makes it go and the pedal on the left makes it stop.  Or is it the other way around?

 

Oops, my heart is singing again.  Must be 8:45. Time to send you the blog.  I hope you enjoy it and hope you stay well.  Count your blessings and be back next week.

 

Michael                                    Send comments to mfox1746@gmail.com