Out of My Head

PART ONE - CATS      I was raised a cat person.  I was not fond of dogs except for a couple of animated ones , namely Snoopy, Underdog, and Deputy Dawg.   (I weep over a generation that's never heard of Deputy Dawg).   The best Underdog episode ever was the Thanksgiving one where someone went back in a time machine and changed the events of the first Thanksgiving so that it never happened.  Suddenly all of the floats in the Macy's Thanksgiving parade began to disappear until Underdog saved the day (how I can remember those details but can't remember what time my haircut is tomorrow I'll never know).  But I digress.      My first cat was a Siamese named Simon.   He was a great cat as far as cats go. I can't remember what grade I was in when we got him (yet I can remember what Santa brought me every year...see previous post) but it was in elementary school somewhere around 4th grade.   But alas he ran off and never came b...

The Joys of Aging Gracefully          It's been 4 months since my last posting, but one of my New Year's resolutions has been to be more consistent in my blogging, since some of my Twitter followers have called on me to blog more.  I am flattered that there are 2 people out there who are actually interested in what is going on in this head of mine.      I turned 55 in December and am grateful that 55 is the new 45.  There are all kinds of challenges turning 55, from aching body parts to wandering around the Wal Mart parking lot trying to remember where I parked my car.  To not be able to remember simple things such as where I parked my car, or my department's copy machine code is an enigma to me.  Simple, everyday things I should remember are a challenge yet I have the uncanny ability to remember what I got for Christmas every year from first grade (1964) to senior year (1976).  I had the opportunity to share this knowle...