I have suspicions I’m not alone. They come loose, invariably at the wrong time. I used to be able to balance on one foot while tying the lace of the other. Not no more. It generally means finding a place to lean on for the few seconds.

I have no earthly idea how many times I have stepped on a shoestring, untying it. Then I look around in hopes of finding something to lean on. Of course there is nothing.

Then of course, there is that proverbial fraying lace, the one I have been meaning to replace for over a week. I give it a tug and suddenly it’s 2 pieces. Now I am faced with the problem of figuring out what to do with what is left. Naturally, none of the options quite work.

I go to a store that sells shoestrings and they have every size but the one I need. I buy some too long. The short ones won’t work at all. Without success, I try finding a way to take up the slack. Then, sure enough, after I manage as best I can, I stand, take two steps. The 2nd one is on the string.

Then, I see the add on TV, the one about sketches, no laces. I’m thinking, wonderful! Someone is finally thinking of me. As it becomes time to buy new shoes, I go into the local shoestore.

Fantastic. They carry the advertised shoes. I look and I search. I can’t find any size 14. That’s right. I have big feet. Some would call them large.

I got on the internet and to my surprise, I find out they have a local distributor. To my dismay, I find out they don’t make 14s.

I hate shoestrings. I don’t think I’m alone.

Just heard over the radio about someone who taught people how to ride horses. Now I must admit, that does sound like a bunch of fun.

In fact, I think I would really like that. Of course there are a few things in the way. I don’t have any horses. I have no space for riding them. Also I might be a tad to old…pushing 80.

Then there is the main problem. 1st I would need to learn how to ride. Did always have an interest learning.

Irregardless, it does sounds like a lot of fun.

Now, where do we store all these special glasses till next time?

Tennessee is considering permitting well trained teachers to carry guns. I do not live in Tennessee and I have no business telling them one way or the other. However I am well aware of the fact that this world does have many have who have a semi-fear of guns. As long as they are the ones using them, they have no fear of them. On the other hand their fobia keeps them well away when others have guns and know when and how to use them.

Me, if if were a kid, I’d feel much safer in a school where the teachers could protect me from those with gun semi-fobia.

The minimum wage for fast food workers in the state represented by the big brown grizzly, went to $20 an hour. Surprise, surprise. Suddenly, many restaurants were closed. Strange as it may seem many former employees were left in tears when they arrived at work only to find they were unemployed. Instead of making the 20 they expected they were making zip.

Some were let go. Some of the places they worked shuttered their doors. So, of course, instead of making a living wage, they contemplating how they were going to make the next car payment.

Some places, I assure you, remain open. People will find places to eat, but they will pay more for less.

Now, how do you suppose I figured this would happen. It’s the modified law of supply and demand. If I charge tooooo much for my work, no one will pay for my work.

It is the catchy title of a 1966 musical/comedy. I was just out of high school when it hit the theaters on the west coast. About the only thing I know about it is that the song, What Kind of Fool am I? came from.

As things have unfolded the last few days I was reminded of the title. I was starting to think the title was written for me.

Seems to me Prem. Benjamin Natenyahu has shown Old Joe how to wage a war aand he doesn’t seem to appreciate the lesson.

Side note: Old Joe seems awful upset about those killed by Israel by accident, but how quickly he forgot the civilians at the the airport in Afghanistan. How quickly he left thousands behind as he ordered our military to turn tail and run.

It is why I call him Old Joe. it is the title and name he earned.