Six things I pretend to know now that I’m approaching 70

idiot

When I was sixteen, I thought I was a genius.  Now I know I’ve always been an idiot and will likely be for the rest of my days.  So I think I will just sit back and enjoy my idiocracy..  There’s a whole lot less pressure.

A bunch of my girl friends from the West Point High School Class of ’65 are turning 69 this month and we are all being rounded up for the biggy next year.  I feel as though I’ve been sleeping for the last decade and it’s time to wake up and get involved in this thing called life. Continue reading

Stop, drop and roll

Up for an indelicate subject?

bad rebel

I haven’t had time to post anything on the Deluded website for a while for one simple reason.  I’ve been out walking my 14-year old Boston Terrier – pretty much around the clock.  And for not his health and sanity.  For mine.

Poor ole Rebel Dawg has become incontinent, stone deaf and pretty much blind. But just because my best friend has made my life inconvenient doesn’t make me love him any less.  It HAS forced me to rethink my life along with my heretofore questionable possession of any sophistication whatsoever. Continue reading

Love that tomato man

ronnie and taters

My friend Marie and I are two lucky girls.  We have been the grateful recipients of more home grown tomatoes that any girl deserve.

All were gifted by our friend and high school chum, Ronnie Tiffin (AKA Tomato Man Tiffin).  He and his wife Valerie live on a small farm west of Starkville where he has gone from the cable TV business to become an expert gardener. Continue reading