Portland, Oregon

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Showing posts with label A Man Called Ove. Show all posts
Showing posts with label A Man Called Ove. Show all posts

Monday, August 22, 2016

Brain Fried

While it was 55 degrees this morning I went for a crisp walk. While I'm mostly reading books these days I do still listen to books while walking. That's controversial but I still do it.  I use only one ear bud, telling myself I'll be able to hear anyone coming up behind me, not, but I kid myself that way.

Currently I'm listening to A Man Called Ove, a book I can highly recommend.
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I've decided some Americans are brain fried. I see the subject of transgender bathrooms is in the news again. Since I'm having such a hard time understanding why so much media time is being devoted to this subject I decided perhaps there was something important about transgender people that I've missed throughout my 74 years. If something bad is about to get me I certainly want to know about it. How do you know you're in the bathroom with a transgender person? I've never seen one that I know of, but then I don't go around looking under the doors of bathroom stalls.

I decided I'd better check into this so I went to my first source of all knowledge Wikipedia, and looked up the term transgender. I discovered there was a lot I didn't know about the subject, and I was able to determine that I'm in no danger from using a bathroom with a transgender person.

I'm at a total loss to know why Senator Ted Cruz is so panicked that a transgender person might enter a bathroom his little girls are using. I suppose I would counsel him to stand at the bathroom door and check the genitalia of all persons entering and see where that gets him.
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Tomorrow I will be calling the cardiologist's nurse to report on Bob. Not sure exactly how that's going to go but I have to give it a try.

He doesn't share my idea of how you weigh when you're dealing with fluid retention. He prefers to weight on at least two sets of scales so I've eliminated that problem by hiding our second set.

One time he will weigh wearing shoes, jeans, billfold, keys, and belt.

Next time may be underwear only.

Sometimes it's socks jeans, billfold, keys, and belt.

Other times it's socks and jeans.

Accuracy is not a word in his vocabulary.