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Recently, one of our children (I ain’t gonna say which one but he knows who he is) queried us about our future plans regarding green bananas ’n suchlike…well, t’be truthful, his question wuz more about the suchlike than it wuz green bananas…he wudn’t p’tick’ly worried about Millyrose since she’s something of a gadabout who lunches frequently with a host of friends ’n therefore has what he considers t’be something of a support system…Nah! He’s a good boy (at least in the minds of old people) who evidently has too much time on his hands ’n worried about his dear OLD Papa who spends ‘way too much time with that corrupting influence, FOX NEWS and, as a result, become a ranting curmudgeon who spends his days either in front of the teevee overdosing on Bill O’Reilly ’n Sean Hannity or on his seemingly only friend, his computer, where he searches endlessly for someone with which to argue politics ’n, or, the meaning of life…
I’m not sure if his worry is about what’s gonna happen to Dear Old Dad in his dotage, or what’s gonna happen to himself if Dear Old Dad turns into a blubbering, balding infant of advanced years, dependent on someone else to change his depends for him…
It’s a serious worry for adult children in this country who are facing life caring for dependent parents who need t’be strapped into bed at night ’n into their wheelchairs in the morning, pushed into various ’n sundry corners where they c’n drool their final days away…
I don’t mean to make light of what is becoming a serious problem for the younger generation…they say people are living longer these days ’n Altzheimers is a real worry for the children of the afflicted…not so much of a worry for those afflicted becuz they tend to forget they have a problem (or children, for that matter)…
Still, I heard t’other day that Doctors are confident that they will solve the problem in a few years…not yet sure if they’re gonna find a cure for Altzheimers or go along with Ezekiel Emanuel ’n start killing people off when they reach the biblical age of three score ’n ten…or maybe he said three score ’n fifteen…it’s too late for me since I’ve already passed Old Zeke’s deadline a few years ago…
I’d prob’ly worry about that but I’m already afflicted with Oldtimers ’n the attention deficit thing that caused my teachers to label me as a Daydreamer when I wuz a child has kicked into gear again ’n I don’t worry too much about much of anything anymore…
’Course, I don’t buy a lot of green bananas either….
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