I Really Don’t Want To Be Saved

My how the weather took a real turn in the night to where it was once stifling to being downright chilly. It won’t be long when I’ll be wearing my sport jacket, just to keep from being chilled, and of course not long afterwards, I’ll be wearing a light winter coat. Just remember, as of tomorrow, we’ll officially be walking into the realm of Fall’s glory. There’ve been those who’ve mentioned Fall being their favorite season, and yes it’s beautiful at times, but the reason it’s not my favorite, is knowing we’re on the threshold of winter, and yes, I do most of the time find winter loathsome.

We received an offer on one of the Prairie Place on 1st units today which is still in the midst of negotiations, so we’ll see what takes place tomorrow. It just happens to be my favorite which is a third floor corner unit. I absolutely love the third floor because of the extra privacy it affords and the protective roof above its deck which couldn’t be a better setting for enjoying more of the great outdoors because it’s above the mosquito line and more rain-proof. If that gets sold, the only one left will be the 2nd floor unit which faces south. As chance would have it, I received a call from someone out of State who’s interested in it. Those units always seem to sell the best when approaching the colder months.

This morning I had to meet with a contractor over at a property in need of some small repairs, and since it didn’t take very long, I just waited until it was finished instead of coming back to lock it up. Of course we had a short visit about the rising crime rates in our City to where we both agreed there’s really nowhere a person can live and consider themselves insulated against the crazies in this world.

While out, I made a quick trip out to Staples to pick up some things for the office, and while getting checked out, I noticed I was being over-charged for something that was on sale. The clerk didn’t even go back to check, and instead asked if I remembered the sale price on the item, and of course I did, so that’s what it was rung up as. That particular blame was laid on the lack of help which seems to be its own form of pandemic. It appears no matter where we are, there are “Help Wanted” signs posted. Personally, I feel sorry for those retail and food service workers because their wages just aren’t high enough to make ends meet, which is why more and more tenants are doubling-up and sharing their housing costs. It’s starting to sound a bit like what was happening during the Great Depression. Yes, history does repeat itself.

Shortly after lunch was over, I headed over to a friend of mine to deliver back a very old book she was kind enough to loan me. I decided to return more sooner than later because of the information overload I was getting when reading certain sections. I thanked her profusely for allowing me to look back thru that window of time regarding the ways in which people home-cured illnesses of both human and barnyard animals, personal hygiene, cooking, cleaning, and copious amounts of advice on daily living which even included the ways in which a person could keep their innocent children from being drawn into sexual misconducts. You can bet I got a real jaw drop when the author was speaking about young men who’d reached puberty and how to keep their “itch” under control. Yes, it was quite the information overload.

I received a text late last night from an number I didn’t recognize, so I simply dismissed it until I received a phone call from that number this afternoon. Of course I apologized for not recognizing his number, when truth be told, he should’ve identified himself in last night’s text. His response was, “You mean you didn’t put me in your favorites?” I had to apologize again saying I get lots of spam texts, and again, in reality I personally don’t like adding people to my cell phone’s favorites because as we all know, cell phones can also get hacked and I’m sure those people wouldn’t like their information taken to the dark side. So many times I’ve wanted to say to people, “I really don’t want to be saved in your cell phone favorites because if your phone gets hacked, they have my name and phone number.”, which is why I keep an updated list of phone numbers in my call book, and yes it’s all handwritten.

Just yesterday I had a visitor at office who for one main reason, stayed far too long, and the reason being the amount of cologne/perfume that filled the air at the front of my office, saturated my clothes, and became so strong, I could actually taste it. I have no clue what people are thinking of when soaking themselves with such stuff to where it’s so strong, you can actually smell them before they’re seen. I did mention it to a well-known, and his comical response was, “You came under the curse of White Diamonds.” Oh how well I remember the rage over it back when Elizabeth Taylor placed it on the market, which seemed to be “the” perfume to be worn by middle-aged and upward women. I personally have no problem with men or women spraying or rubbing on their favorite scent, but they have to remember it’s for their enjoyment, and not to be one’s calling card. I personally know that many corporations have strict rules regarding the use of perfumes and colognes in the workplace. I don’t blame them a bit.

This so-called “scent” fad we’re in, has gone way too far with the infusion of scents in body-washes, shampoos, conditioners, lotions, and hair sprays. I personally don’t care for those strong scents, and usually end up paying more for those that are fragrance-free. For a number of years I’ve always paid dearly for a cologne I can tolerate, but I use it sparingly. I can still remember whenever I’d be close to, or hugging my mother, she’d almost always say, “You always smell so nice.” Don’t you think that’s the way it should be, instead of thinking to yourself, “When are you going to get your stink away from me?”

Tonight’s One-liner is: The happiest moments of my life have been in the flow of affection among truly dear friends.

Joe Chodur

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