Stumbling Forward, maybe…

March 28th was a big day. No the stock market didn’t go nuts nor the sky started falling, chicken little. There was not a peace announced in Iraq nor was our family’s Power Ball Ticket was chosen.
No, the big happening was on March 28th and it was bigger that all of the above. The last puzzle for getting us truly into modern age happened when we stop an Altell Phone store and signed up for service. Once again I have my nose buried in an owner’s manual and it has only taken me two hours to get a dial tone on our hand danny cell phone.

To say the boat left the dock ten years ago when it comes to our being plugged into new electronic gizzmos is an understatement. The other scary thought also happened last week when we stopped at a photographer and had our passport shots taken. It wasn’t the thought of traveling to far away places that was up setting but what developed in the pictures.

The pictures showed two older people looking like they belonged in a home. One wasn’t the face I shaved every morning nor the other that I give a morning kiss too, our pictures were slap in the face. One showed a baldheaded, baggy eyed, person with three chins, and a complexion worst that the Namibian Desert. Even Rosebud looked a little long in the tooth. I think the only country that would allow these two entry would be Transylania. There they have enough ugly monsters running around the landscape that we’d fit right in.

In short I’ve aged and just don’t like to admit it. I guess I’ll just have to suck it up and stumble along.