Clarification

I am not a violent person.  Or abusive.  Believe me, if that were the case, I would've committed elder abuse many times by now.  So yesterday, when I said I'd smacked FF, I exercised a little poetic license.  I just pretended to.  I did, however, make a little more contact than I'd expected. He acted like I'd given him whiplash.  I'll be more careful in the future.  He can be a little fragile.  But to avoid the need for future clarification, I'll admit that this is a lie.  I joke about cracking him like a walnut, but he's stronger than I am.  He does have a genetic advantage, after all.  And in spite of his cushy desk job, he does lots of heavy lifting.  See, he knows how to do shit.  I even started a blog by that title.  I invited him to co-author it with me.  Seems he's too busy for that.  Doing shit.

The first thing I want him to explain is how to make yogurt.  But first, how to build an incubator to do it.  He says people should just google it.  And actually, I just did.  And found this website:  http://www.makeyourownyogurt.com/  It just uses a heating pad.  I might have to give it a try.  Soooo, maybe FF has a point.  Still.  That reminds me.  I started a blog entitled, Necessity is a Mother.  Clever, huh?  I haven't posted anything but the title.  I wish it were (was?) possible to sell good Blogspot names.  I'm sure that's prohibited.  I happen to have a great name for kiddo's high school's baseball team and it would be perfect for a university with the same name.  Maybe I'll email one of the other bloggers and offer it to them.  Because I don't use it any more, obviously.

I'm good at starting things, but I have no follow-through, I'm afraid.  Except for this blog.  I started it at the end of January and this will be my 290th post.  Amazing.  It represents lots of hours of therapy.  And it keeps me off FaceBook.  Not a bad thing.  It's very efficient, too.  My friends don't have to listen to me blather on about my strange life.  They usually catch up on it before we go to lunch.

I need to run.  Plan my day.  Which involves another trip to the VA.  Plus, doing all the shit I should've done this weekend.  And didn't.

Later...