CLAY AND WATTLES

Don't You Love It...

When a quick trip to the vet gets your animal feeling comfortable again and not licking unmentionable parts...

When you get to visit with your child's first grade teacher for an hour or so, at the people clinic...

When you finally get to see the doctor, not your regular one, but a good one anyway, because they rotate Saturdays, and get a diagnosis you didn't even go there for, and he confirms the nurse's blood pressure reading as high?

And he says I'm giving you a prescription and follow up with your regular doctor in a couple of weeks...

Oh, and the doctor's scales show some outrageous number when people have been asking you if you've lost weight??

And you think, I'm really old now...

One more pill to take...

Do I really need to take this?

I'll just check it when I get home...

I bet I don't really need this...

But you go get it filled anyway and can't believe you just told your pharmacist you would just have to put on your BGPs and deal with it...

And he tells you it would be best to take it at night starting off because after all it does lower the pressure and you might get dizzy if you get up too fast, and you will be tired...

I'm already tired. I should really be able to sleep well now.

I napped for two hours in the recliner while the DVR-recorded "National Parks" was on and I could only catch about every other word, because when you record AETN or WKNO the narrators' words are heard simultaneously in English and Spanish...

And I didn't give Oscar a bath after his ordeal at the vet's...

But I will...

Just as soon as the half a piece of peanut butter pie settles. It'll probably be the last for a loooong time.

Getting old, said Bette Davis, is not for sissies...