Did we hear that ya'll had snow last night? ooooo.....weeeee! We are having glorious Spring time weather. Today's high, maybe eighty-six degrees. Super great weather, hot dry winds are a blowin' across the peninsula! The Egg-Nazi's flowers extremely gorgeous, vivid bursts of color adorn every area of the front. As the sun sets and bits of moisture dampen the flowers, the sweet aromas created by the multitude of blossoms, permeates the air! What does amaze me is the amount of butterflies we have already seen this year! Maybe I should request Mr. Bill plant a "butterfly garden". His flowers are so contagious, with many neighboring homes showing more and more color!
By now I am sure most New Englanders are fed up with this year's weather, the Egg-Nazi speaking with best buddy Ward, (Happy B-day to the big Guy!). Wardie laments about the weather, Mr. Bill responds with....at least if I don't feel well from treatments, I can always sit out in the Florida warmth watching the "light and airy" clouds just passin' by. Today, before he could park his butt in the sunshine, the first order of the day....a trip to the ear specialist. Yes, he has a condition known as Tinnitus or ringing in the ears. Wimpy Bill has had it for sometime but as of late it seems to have gotten louder. I convinced him to go after a conversation we had the other night; he interrupted me by saying, "Answer the G-damn phone!" I must of looked at him as though he was sporting two heads because as I asked the stupid question, "What the hell are you talking about?" "It sounded like the phone was ringing," he laughs. "That's it, dipshit, you are on your way to the ear doctor!" Of course his reply, "huh"? Oh how convenient!
Actually the Doctor informed him, it is hereditary, no cure, can be caused by caffeine and working with loud noises. Between soda, ice tea and coffee, he's got the caffeine cause covered. The loud noise, he can blame the years at Fred's News, head tucked underneath the hood with that fan roaring! Jesus, I wish there was a cure, I have to constantly remind him....turn the volume on the TV down. Jesus, Mary and Joseph, I should have issues, with all the loud noises he creates! One of these days when he tells me to "answer the G-damn phone", I am going to pick it up, pretend a conversation, then hand it to him..."Oh Mr. Billy...it's for you!" That ought to screw with his aging mind! Knowing him, he'll tell me his buddy hung up on him!
By now I am sure most New Englanders are fed up with this year's weather, the Egg-Nazi speaking with best buddy Ward, (Happy B-day to the big Guy!). Wardie laments about the weather, Mr. Bill responds with....at least if I don't feel well from treatments, I can always sit out in the Florida warmth watching the "light and airy" clouds just passin' by. Today, before he could park his butt in the sunshine, the first order of the day....a trip to the ear specialist. Yes, he has a condition known as Tinnitus or ringing in the ears. Wimpy Bill has had it for sometime but as of late it seems to have gotten louder. I convinced him to go after a conversation we had the other night; he interrupted me by saying, "Answer the G-damn phone!" I must of looked at him as though he was sporting two heads because as I asked the stupid question, "What the hell are you talking about?" "It sounded like the phone was ringing," he laughs. "That's it, dipshit, you are on your way to the ear doctor!" Of course his reply, "huh"? Oh how convenient!
Actually the Doctor informed him, it is hereditary, no cure, can be caused by caffeine and working with loud noises. Between soda, ice tea and coffee, he's got the caffeine cause covered. The loud noise, he can blame the years at Fred's News, head tucked underneath the hood with that fan roaring! Jesus, I wish there was a cure, I have to constantly remind him....turn the volume on the TV down. Jesus, Mary and Joseph, I should have issues, with all the loud noises he creates! One of these days when he tells me to "answer the G-damn phone", I am going to pick it up, pretend a conversation, then hand it to him..."Oh Mr. Billy...it's for you!" That ought to screw with his aging mind! Knowing him, he'll tell me his buddy hung up on him!
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