Bobservations

In addition to vision problems—Retinitis Pigmentosa—Carlos also has hearing  issues—Usher’s Syndrome; it turns out that people with Usher’s develop RP, so it’s kind of a two-fer.

Earlier this year Carlos has his ears tested again and was fitted with hearing aids; they aren’t your mama’s hearing aids, these things are tiny and hardly noticeable. And they work well, too, so I no longer have those moments where, after I say something to him, he replies, “What?”

But … he doesn’t always put them in first thing in the morning. This week, I sauntered into the kitchen—I do love a good saunter—and began speaking to him; finished my sentence and I heard …

“What?”

“Are your ears in?”

“What?”

My eagle eyes spotted the blender left out on the counter overnight and I grabbed it, unscrewed the bottom, held it to my mouth and said:

“ARE YOUR EARS IN?”

“Very funny.”

And it was; never a dull moment.

Tuxedo is growing tired of these All Lives Matter idiots and tries to explain why … again.

Blake Neff, lead writer for FOX News’ The Tucker Carlson show, resigned after it was discovered he had been running a years-long thread on an internet forum that was filled with racist, sexist language.

Who’s surprised by this? I mean, he worked for Tucker Carlson.

Sidenote: right after the story broke, Fucker—not a misspelling—Carlson announced he was taking a vacation … immediately. This is not the first time Fucker has taken leave on the heels of a scandal; last August, he took a vacation right after he likened white supremacy to a “hoax” that was “actually not a real problem in America.”

I wonder where a racist goes on vacation … Klan meeting?

I’ve mentioned before on this bloggy thing that I wake up every day with a song playing in my head. And it’s rarely a song I’ve recently heard, but something from the deep recesses of my musical catalog.

But this week I realized something else … when I mow the lawn—and we have one of those riding mowers so it’s comfy—I also have a song playing in my head and I find myself singing it as I mow. The scary part is that I realized it’s always the same song: ‘Waltzing Matilda,’ an Australian ‘bush’ ballad and that country’s unofficial national anthem.

If I saw a therapist this might be on my list of things to discuss.

I smell desperation … It seems _____’s 2020 reelection campaign is coming under fire over its fundraising emails—claiming to be from _____ himself or one of his children—which some supporters say are trying to shame them for not donating enough money, and trying to guilt them into giving more:

“I hate to be the one to tell you, but according to our records, your Trump 100 Club offer has been RESCINDED. You’ve received multiple emails from Team Trump, including my father, inviting you to join this BRAND NEW, prestigious club, and you’ve ignored every single one of them.”

Maybe they choose to ignore him because they’re waking up to the fact that he’s an inept, murderous traitor?

Another Carlos tale … we’ve dealt with eyesight issues for many years now, but I always learn something new.

The other day, at the grocery store, Carlos said he wanted to buy a couple of potatoes, I pointed out, verbally, where the potatoes were and he started off in the wrong direction, so I tried the Español and said the potatoes were “alla.” Carlos again went in the wrong direction and I said, “Not ahi, but alla.”

In Spanish ‘ahi’ means ‘over there, close by,’ while ‘alla’ means ‘over there, far away. So, I am ahi-ing and alla-ing all over the produce section and Carlos says:

“Tell me where things are by using a clock face. Like, the potatoes are at 9 o’clock.”

Oprah Light Bulb Moment™.and I began saying loudly:

“Las papas están por allá. Son las ocho. Las papas están por allá. Son las ocho.”

And, oy, the looks I got from the people of Camden.

But I learned something new. And Carlos got his potatoes.

Who had 'nine days' in the Kanye for President Pool because you’re a winner baby.

After a little more than a week, and after his family worried that he was off his meds and in the midst of another bipolar episode, Kanye West has announced he will not be running for president.

Whoosh. Dodged that bullet.

And then we have Brian Loud, a blue-eyed, blond haired, six-foot tall drink of water. He gives me Bradley Cooper vibes and that’s never wrong.

I don't usually go for the blond blue-eyed mens, but even I can make an exception every once in a while.

Just sayin’.