Did you hear about the billionaire who paid $6.2 million dollars for a banana and a piece of duct tape? Makes me wonder if acquiring all that money causes mental illness, or if they’re already a little whacko in a way that allows them to dream up ideas that ‘we the people’ can’t live without. Most certainly they are crafty people but, personally, I’m quite content to muddle along in the middle class doing dumb things that no one in their right mind would pay me to do again. Perhaps all those potential investors know I do dumb things with no expectation of renumeration because I just like doing dumb things.

Moving on …

Max really likes our neighbors, Laurie and Patricia. They give him treats. Normally the driver’s window is left open during the day so they can talk to him but at night we close it and pull the curtain. So, he sticks his head under the curtain and spies on them, hoping one of them will bring treats. He’s quite funny.

Today I did nothing productive. I tried to be productive, but it just didn’t work out. Diane was productive. She went to the commissary after her appointment with the optometrist at the BX. She had a good checkup from a lady who was trained at Pacific University in Hillsboro, Oregon and she knows where Scappoose and St. Helens are. She even knows where Deer Island is. Small world, right?

Thanks to Diane’s due diligence, I have a fresh supply of frozen breakfast meals and fresh vegetables for an occasional salad. I guess I’m going a little nuts because I get agitated easily, like that lady I see in the Alzheimer commercials. Perhaps I should be certified.

Now I must shower and go to bed.