We are waiting for "something to happen"--and we need to keep RJ from perseverating on perseverating. (Sorry RJ--but some don't carry their Wesbsters dictionary with them--so you will have to stop tossing those big words around that you are learning with your education and training).
Life in a senior citizen assisted living facility is actually quite exciting as our dementia and child-like behavior increases with aging. For example, the latest jokes here are:
1. A big moron and a little moron were walking on a ledge on a side of the cliff. The big moron fell off. Why didn't the little moron? Answer: Because he was a little more on!
2. What is black and white and read/red and is not a newspaper? Answer: A skunk with diaper rash. And if you say, "Skunks don't have diaper rash", you are instantly topped with "This one does".
Now, if you wonder whether I forgot my senility pills to-day, the answer is no. This is what happens to 86 year olds afer 12 years of waiting for FASC to take off. If it finally does, I hope I can celebrate with more than a cup of custard and a trip around the courtyard in my motorized chair. Promise no more jokes till next month to fill the waiting void. On the other hand: What did one tree say to the other tree" or "What turns and still doesn't move". Answers not to be published until January 2013, or to when FASC reaches a price of .045--whichever comes first. Waitedg
