All Because of a Candy Bar

 What I left out in yesterday's opening comment was that my wife brought out to me a candy bar.  So, I had to put my pipe down to eat it.  THAT was her point.  She reminded me yesterday why she said  I had a choice between cancer or diabetes.  I forgot about the candy bar.  It was a miniature Pay Day candy bar.  So, if I said that in context yesterday it would have been so much better.  But I get to say it this morning.  Now you know!

But for an old codger, in spite of my smoking a pipe, I'm actually doing quite well.  My wife says I'm still not an old curmugeon, nor am I even a grumpy old man.  I find myself getting irritated by small things, but still I am neither.  I weighed about 220 when I had my heart attack and still hover around 190.  I get shortness of breath and can still feel off-balance at times, but overall, I'm quite healthy for my age.  My wife will call me to do something and it takes a little longer to get there.

We haven't signed up at the gym, but my wife promises that we will.  But every year about this time I begin taking an assessment of my life.  I have my birthday next month and now is aboit the time I'm thinking about getting a year older.  But age is just a number, really.  I simply don't feel my age.  My wife is often told she doesn't look or even act her age.  Her sciatica slows her down, but really we're both doing okay.  

I simply left out why she made that comment.  But today it sounds funnier.  The candy bar is why.  But every six months we get blood work and an assessment and once again we're both doing quite well.  My BP is 116/77.  Her's is even lower.  But I attribute lower blood pressure to pipe smoking.  And I think once in a while a candy bar is good for me.  I've learned that chocolate is good for a pipe smoker that gets too much Nicotine.  But for me that is so rare.

So, I guess this is a continuation from yesterday, without the tobacco reviews.  But lest I caused any fears, I am really doing fine with no maladies.  Maybe my mind isn't as sharp sometimes.  I find too often I'll walk into a room and forget why I'm there.  But too, I'll go in off the patio and my wife will ask me to do something and forget why I went in in the first place.  That happens a lot it seems.  I try not to go in too often, because she'll tell me that while I'm there to do something.  I get easily distracted it seems.  

And maybe too easily these days.  I often find myself wanting to Google something and pick up my phone and can't remember what it was I wanted to Google.  I often go to Amazon to look for something and forget what it was I was there for.  I've found over the years nothing about my mind has changed much.  I just change it less often as I get older.  My pipe this morning is my Boswell and my tobacco is Old Professor.  My coffee is from Trader Joe's. Thank you for your time and Peace to each one of you.

Dave