Thursday Slump
We have passwords and user ID's for all sorts of accounts, car payments, house payments, credit cards, work access, blogging, email, Facebook and myriad other applications. And we mustn't forget PIN's for debit cards, phone banking and who knows what else. We're warned not to use the same ones for everything, but how are you supposed to remember which password is for which account?
Growing old is a lot like having kids. Nobody gives lessons, there's no instruction book or learner's permit and nobody tells you the truth. Sure I heard that growing old isn't for sissies, but damn, that doesn't begin to sum up the indignities of aging. Golden years, my behind!
Labor Day in north Texas was glorious. Mid to high 80's. We were lulled into thinking that fall was finally on the way. Wrong! Fall doesn't arrive in Texas until October or November. One week later, it's winter.
My son called me about noon on Saturday. He needed help replacing the kitchen sink and faucet. Of course, I said yes. Something like that is always easier with two people. I didn't bother to mention to him how much I hate plumbing.