Coping With Being A Senior Citizen

Yes, I’m 62.  When I shave my face and head people are surprised that I’m 62.  I’m only a few pounds over my basic training weight from when I was in the army over 42 years ago and I still have most of my teeth.

The only ache I have is in my right arm.  I attribute the ache to all the typing and data entry I do in computer school at the Braddock Employment And Training Center.  My right arm is always tired so I’d better go to the VA Hospital and have it evaluated.

The only other ailment I have is the gout; but since I’ve cut way back on my beer consumption (I only had two at Hemingway’s and have no beer in the apartment) I haven’t had an attack lately.  If the arm checks out and if I watch my beer consumption I should be in all right physical shape.  If I get this job that I’m interviewing for tomorrow I’ll be in much better financial shape.

With a good job I might even be able to entice some woman to deal with me.  Wouldn’t that be something?

GHH

Out And About

Well, right now I’m in Hemingway’s in Oakland in Pittsburgh having a $1.50 glass of beer, Blue Moon.  It’s about 2pm.  There are few people in the place.  So far, since I left my apartment I’ve picked up a City Paper and a Pittsburgh Post-Gazette, had a new wrist ban put on my watch and searched out and found this great bargain for a small notepad: it’s a small book with a hard cover and lined pages.  It will be my official portable notepad from now on.  It cost $1.00.

Now maybe I’ll have one or two Blue Moons, glance over my papers and then catch a bus to downtown Pittsburgh to scope out the building that my job interview is at tomorrow at 2pm.

GHH

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