December 7 -- A Day For Reflecting and Rejoicing -- Today is a day for all of us Grouches to put aside our grouchiness for at least one day and reflect on that tragic event that took place exactly 8o years ago today at Pearl Harbor where thousands of our Naval personnel were killed as a result of a heinous sneak attack by the Japanese Navy during the waning days of World War II. It is inspiring to see survivors of that dastardly attack gather each year with their fellow livingcomrades at Pearl Harbor to commemmorate the event. Though their numbers have dwindled to a precious few, they still remember and still come to pay their respect to those that perished there. This day is also a day for rejoicing that the long-awaited deadline for enrollment in a Medicare Advantage Plan closes at midnight tomight. No longer should we continue to be bombarded with those incessant television commercials featuring the wrinkly Jor Namath imploring us to call some toll free number to see if we qualify for free dental coverage or meals and transportation or whether our zip code qualifies us for an increase in our monthly social security check. Hasta la vista, Joe, at least until next year, when it starts all over again. So, my fellow grouchy geezers, won't you join the old gg in refecting and rejoicing on this very special day. gg

HAPPY THANKSGIVING -- if we must

[This post is a re-post of an earlier one that first appeared in this blog on November 28, 2019.] Grunps everywhere -- even this one -- pause on this day to give thanks to the Creator for all the many blessings and bounty provided us every day of our lives.

Just for this day, at least, won't you join the gg in setting aside those negative feelings.  Don't think about those small little nuisances that drive us grouches crazy on a daily basis. Because they are truly small and little, particularly when laid side by side by all of the things that make life worthwhile.  Like peanut brittle, for instance.

So before you leave the dinner table today, lean over and let your Great Uncle Ned know that you still love him despite his having morphed into a Trumpie during the past year.  Or tell your rebellious nephew Maurice that the world hasn't gone entirely to hell since Obama left office.  But I suggest that you wait until the pie has been served and eaten before breaking this cardinal rule of Thanksgiving dinner.

And, speaking of dinner, I hear the missus gg announcing that it is now being served here in Grouchland.

Happy Thanksgiving to one and all!  But remember, it ends at midnight tonight.  I expect to see all of you out there on Black Friday -- pushing and shoving and otherwise returning to your normal selves, as Grouches.

gg

GEEZER PARKING ONLY

Since my stroke in March of 2020, I now think of my life history in terms of two distinctly different time references -- pre-stroke and post-stroke.  In my pre-stroke life, I thought the most despicable human beings were arsonists, rapists, and swindlers.  In my opinion, those people deserved to be  a sent to the nearest penitentiary after first having their fingernails  non-surgically removed.

Now, in my new post-stroke world,  i would add  to those perfectly healthy people without handicaps or physical infirmities who park their vehicles in parking places legally reserved for handicapped persons.The worst infractors aamong this species are younger males who apparently derive some strange and shameless pleasure or satisfaction from backing their oversized pickup trucks into these spaces.  Close cousins of theirs are drivers of usually small cars driven by younger females who either have no handicap sticker or rear view mirror hanger but who nevertheless believe they have some special birthright to these spaces. I confess outright that my animosity toward these violators is relatively recent and was not prominent in my pre-stroke life.  In fact, any negative feelings I had in those days were directed  toward government initiatives and regulations mandating special privileges to the handicapped population such as those flowing from the Americans With Disabilities Act (ADA).  Sometimes it seemed as if I would circle a parking lot for hours without finding a parking space when the handicapped parking spaces were unoccupied. " Why can't they -- the handicapped -- just stay at home?" I might ask rhetorically.  The ADA, I would tell myself, just drives up the cost of construction of  buildings used to serve the public, and those costs get passed onto us in the form of higher prices  for the goods and services we the public consume.  To make a long story shorter -- I didn't have enough sympathy for handicapped persons to advocate for their entitlement to special parking priviliges, much less at my expense as a taxpayer. So I was not especially offended if I saw a non-handicapped person park in a reserved- for- handicapped parking space, though I never did that myself.

 Fasting forward to my new post-stroke world, it should come as no surprise that the gg's view of this issue  has now undegone a complete reversal.

Being newly handicapped myself,  I now  have a new-found solidarity with the handicapped community,  I've learned from personal experience what a struggle it can be to get into and out of a vehicle and to ambulate into a building, be it a grocery store, restaurant, doctor's office, museum, library, concert hall, sporting arena or any other facility subject to the ADA.  And the greater the distance to be traversed, the harder the struggle to get there. So for the old gg, my new public enemy number one is the person who would make my already challenging life yet more challenging by parking in a place reserved for me and others like me.  Those people who do that make this grouchy old geezer even grouchier than usual. 

gg

THE GG RETURNS ... AGAIN

Greetings once more, fellow grouches -- the old Grouchy Geezer returns after his latest -- and longest -- hiatus of 15 months.  My absence this go-round was not due to anything trifling, unless there are readers among you who live on the really dark side who might regard a stroke -- yes... a stroke for godsakes ... as something trifling.  

Yes, the gg suffered a fairly major stroke in March of last year ( 2020).  I can assure one and all there is nothing trifling about a stroke.  Even if one is fortunate enough to survive such an event , as I thankfully was, a stroke is a major life changer. Most of the changes of which I speak are bad -- in my case. the stroke took away most every function I had on my left side.  I had limited use of my left leg and no use of my left arm or left hand, though after 16 months of intense therapy I have regained enough leg movement that I can now get around with a quad cane and I am gradually seeing some improvement in my arm abd hand; however, I can only type with one hand, so that makes maintaining this blog more difficult, so I plead with you dear readers to overlook typos and other errors you are likely to see from time to time.

Those are the bad life changes.  I want to do something out of the ordinary for this old grouch and talk about some of the good changes. For starters, my stroke has allowed (or maybe forced) me to focus on the things that are truly important in this life, beginning with life itself -- things such as family -- Mrs. GG and I welcomed the arrival of two grandchildren during this 15-month period, with one more scheduled for September --  add to that good music and good literature, which I am consuming in greater quantities and frequencies than before my stroke.  Perhaps most significant  of all, it has confirmed for me the value of humor in every human endeavor.  Even in my darkest moments, humor has been as great a tool for me as my therapy.My goal is to keep my therapists in stiches every time I have a session ( currently, three times a week ).

So there you have it.  The Grouchy Geezer is happy and excited to announce that he is back once again.  I have a pent-up supply of nuisances to share with you starting soon.  I just felt I owed you the readers an explanation about where I've been.  I'm pretty sure at least some of you have been on pins and needles waiting to find out.  Haven't you?