One more week...

Hello. It's been a while. I just had a week to forget, at least work wise. Apart from the 6 days I worked, I wasn't home very much and when I was I had company. I'm not complaining about the company. It's good that I still have friends that want to visit me. Two of the friendships go back over 40 years. The strange but true thing for me is that I can now refer back to things 40, no make that 50 years ago. A half a frickin' century! I remember hearing my parents and people of their generation making these references back when I was a kid.
"I haven't talked to him in 25 years."
You hear that when your 10 or 12 and it's a concept that you can't grasp. They are referring back more than twice the time of your whole existence. It's a foreign concept. But here I am talking like they did back then.
This whole ramble I just went on is nothing more than my way of dealing with aging. Most of the time I don't think about it. I wasn't thinking about it when I started this entry. It started when I wrote about knowing people for over 40 years. This blog is not about aging or work. In fact I don't know what it is supposed to be about. I just had some time so I thought I'd check in with you. I had no clue as to what I would write about and I don't know how it will end. I will visit after I post this entry. Oh and thanks to the people that gave me suggestions as to where I can post photo albums. I haven't decided yet. 

Yup. 3 more pictures of you know where. I have finally gone through all the pictures. I do have them all saved and separated basically by locale. Along with all the pictures I have a good amount of clips that I have assembled into  15 minute plus extravaganza that I put on a DVD for myself and a couple of friends. It's too long to post. I will probably squeeze a couple more short movies from from the lot of clips. 
On a lighter note, well I'm not sure if it's more humorous or ironic. A bit of both I suppose. I was sitting in the lunchroom at work and somebody had left a newspaper from the neighboring city. As I killed time turning the pages I came to the police blotter. There is a school for the blind in the area though I won't mention the name. The headline read something like this.
"Man Arrested For Indecent Exposure At XYZ School For The Blind". Yes I know there is nothing funny about being blind or being a flasher and yet, despite knowing no details of the incident, that headline made me chuckle. Maybe you just had to be there.

Alright I now know where this blog will end. Right here.
I'm outta here.