Well, forget the health club, we un-joined tonight. Karen went by the "Y" on her way home from work tonight. She was very impressed. So was I... they have a swimming pool, which will suit me much better than other forms of exercise. Yeah, I'm talking about doing laps in a pool... at least you don't sweat in a pool. They did have some pretty nice equipment for exercising, too, as well as a gym and all kinds of programs. So, after we signed up with them, we went out to eat at the chinese buffet. Have I mentioned that I love the chinese buffet? Well, I do, and I am happy going there and enjoying the silence, the food and the small bill... yeah, I'm cheap. When we got home, I called my old friend Ginny. She was working, but I talked to her husband Bob. She's had three husbands named Bob... anyway, we talked for quite a while, he's a pretty nice guy. He just retired last December, he's about my age, but he's worked for the power company as an electrical engineer for 30 years... good retirement plan. My retirement plan sucks, of course. It was another beautiful day here, bright, cool, breezy. I didn't get out to finish mowing the back yard, though. But I did find out what the clumps of tough grass are... onion grass, or something like that. I thought that it was malodorous when I was mowing last night, and I talked to a tech who has a business mowing lawns on the side. He told me that it was bad news, and he didn't know if anything would kill it, but he suggested that I find out or it would take over the whole yard. Well, it's pretty well already done that. Hmmmm... it appears that onion grass exists only in Australia and Tasmania. And California. You have to kill it with a blowtorch several times. OK, reports in New York, too. Same dismal advice... kill it all, dig it out, put them in the dumpster, don't mulch them. Roundup. Roundup. Roundup. Condolences galore. I think that it's right here in the heart of America... yep, right here in Topeka. In my back yard. Where did it come from? Who knows? Who cares? Sometimes the web is a thing of gloom, ain't it? Yesterday I knew nothing of onion grass, sitting here fat and happy in my ignorance.... Come to think of it, last year Mom mentioned having it in Enid. That just now clicked... Mom must've sent it up here! Thanx, Mom! O'well... easy come, easy go. Or whatever. I'm tired just thinking about all of the work that I have to do, so I'll go to bed and think about it some more. Speaking of bed... last night I had a dream, I was doing something, I dunno, something like hoeing or sweeping or something like that, and I felt something wet on the back of my head and I put my hand back and looked at it and it was blood but I decided to not worry about it until I was done doing whatever I was doing. Then the next thing I know I'm at the hospital looking at this CT scan of someone with a cerebral hemorrhage and I know that whoever it is is gonna die pretty quick. I look at the ID on the film and it says, "Franklin, Douglas C". I feel the back of my head and it's still bleeding, but the color isn't red, it's blue. I went to get my Taber's to look up blue blood but I couldn't find it, I couldn't spell blue or blood and the letters kept going out of focus. I couldn't find anyone who wasn't busy to look it up for me, and I was wandering around the hospital with the CT films and the Taber's and I think that I was only in my underwear, which was torn. The significance of the CT didn't dawn on my in the dream, of course, and I woke up before I could find anyone to explain everything to me. On a whim, I took my BP today, it was 189 over 107... way too high. No caffeine today, either, and I did take my meds. So I made an appointment to see my doc on Thursday, mostly to make sure that I was OK to start an exercise program without it killing me, but I'm gonna get on some better (for me) BP medicine. I don't believe that dreams portend anything at all, but I know consciously that high BPs will lead to cerebral hemorrhages and other grisly things. So maybe my dream was to prod me into taking my blood pressure, something that I have neglected lately. Well, OK, I haven't given my readers an original quote for a long time. I shall dedicate this one to my favorite radiologist: "When you observe how some treat those that they deem inferior, you realize that they *have* no inferiors." Remember, you heard it right here.