Oh what was the mysterious appointment on the calendar for September twenty fifth? What did I miss at 08:00 on this date? What does the cryptic note “Alpine” really mean? Yea though I cannot compose my soliloquy in iambic pentameter with a meter that would please my high school English teacher. I will endeavor to muddle along in ironic pedometer. (That is with improbable plodding.)

Occasionally Judy and I are faced with the need to prioritize things on our calendar, and when we approached the middle of September, we came upon an entry that was distinctly in my own hand writing, “08:00 Alpine” That time has come and gone again and we are totally at a loss as to what it was or what we missed. No one has called to scold me for missing an important meeting. Nay, my phone has not even rang today. I guess it is just a “Senior Moment.” It is otherwise known as a “Brain Fart.” In fact a friend sent me a video of a fellow named Golf Brooks singing about that very subject. Thanks Peggy.
Actually I am somewhat disappointed that one of you didn’t call to remind me of this important date. I was looking forward to something…ah…different. I mean different than installing new shock absorbers; or greeting the return of the rain with a leak in the slider; or having the same rock chip in the Sprinter windshield repaired twice in the same week. Of course there was the dinner at PokPok, the Thai restaurant with long time friends Phil and Sue, Ed and Sarah. That was different. Like learning to eat with a spoon and a fork and try to remember which is the pusher and which you could put in your mouth. I also went to both granddaughter’s classes and sang songs for them and their classmates for their birthdays. Georgia is now 8 and Mathilda is 4. What special girls they are!
Well I have ambled long enough now. “To be or not to be” is no longer the question. Is it better to forget to put the date on the calendar or to forget why you put the date on the calendar? That is the real question.
Bye all
Gary and Judy at “Stub” Stewart