May 8^th, 2008 … hmm… how in the hell did it get to be TWO THOUSAND AND EIGHT?  Beats the hell out of me, but I can’t emphasize it anymore unless I underline it. Ok, Ok, so I went back and ‘underlined it.’  Does that make me ‘maniac possessive’ or something, yes?

Looks like B.H. Obama is going to be the Democratic nominee for Prez.  Hmm… Is this a ‘crossroads’ for this country or just another Presidential election?  My bet is – ‘just another election.’ 

Today finds me at a ‘crossroads,’ no, hold that thought; today finds me at a “multi-lane – crossroads.  There are so many directions to go from here (that) I get dizzy sometimes (often) when I think about them.  Pupster doesn’t dwell on them (crossroads) like I do; she’s got too much (dwelling going on) already with her job.  Thankfully, I like my job, or rather it (the job) likes me.  Actually we (my job and I) are like an old pair of house shoes (in the back of the closet) – we just seem to go together, somehow.

That being what it is – I’m still ‘itching’ to do something different, although what – I want to do – I don’t know exactly.  Well… I guess you couldn’t say ‘exactly,’ cause I really have no clue – which is quite a ways away from “I don’t know exactly.” Pupster is really being ‘good’ about everything; telling me basically it’s my retirement/decision, although she did - dig in her heels - the day I came in (a few weeks ago) suggesting we load up the “Caddy,” and head for the hills.  The “Caddy” is my old 79 Cadillac that “one of these days” I’m going to restore to its original ‘pristine’ condition.  But, sadly, it’s in pretty bad shape at the moment, although I still love driving it around town.  The engine and tranny are in great shape and the interior isn’t too bad, but the exterior is (I must admit) a little ‘rough.’  

Speaking of  ‘rough,’ it’s a little rough being at a ‘multi-lane’ crossroads with so many different directions one could choose to go.  Kind of like that poem we (my generation) all learned back in Junior High – “The Road Less Traveled” by Robert Frost.  Do you all remember Mr. Frost reciting his poetry at JFK’s inauguration?  I do.  The sun was glinting off his glasses, and everybody had heavy overcoats on because of the cold weather.  Yeah, just 47 years ago.

Though I’m eligible to retire at age 60, (from my gov’t job) I’ve always figured on working till I was 62 so I could have the added Social Security income to go with my Gov’t Retirement - but, as I’ve gotten closer and closer to the day when I CAN retire – I’ve been developing this ‘itch’ that I was talking about earlier.  Hard to define ‘the itch,’ just think of it as a 'different urge’ every morning when you wake up.

Well I guess I’ll wrap it up now; I need to get a shower and get settled in to watch ‘Frazier Re-Runs’ till bedtime.