My Birthday Week

Hello Constant Reader! (This is, of course, a rather ironic term of endearment from me to you, as I would have to be a constant writer, for you to be a constant reader. But this is what Stephen King calls his fans, so...hey...accept it) I know it has been a while since I have posted, but I just haven't had much to say, nor time to really search for a poem to post. So where do I start? On February 25 I turned 46 years old. Someone asked me the other day how 46 feels. I told them I didn't feel any different than I did on February 24th. Anyway, let me recap my week. On the 22nd, my family took a trip to Norwalk, CT. This trip had a dual purpose. We were taking our kids to be interviewed by a talent agency. While we were there, we also got to visit the Maritime Museum, which was way more cool than being ripped off by a scam artist talent agency. On the 23rd, I was s'posed to go to an oral surgeon to get a panoramic x-ray of my right jaw bone (I'll get to this in a minute), but the appt. was cancelled due to the bad weather. Instead I stayed home and managed to get some work done in my basement, and shoveled my driveway. The 24th brought more bad weather, so my Defensive Drivng class was cancelled, so I stayed home, worked in the basement, and shoveled the driveway. My Birthday finally arrived on the 25th, and I actually got the day off from shoveling, as it rained all frickin' day. But My family blessed me with the new Ringo CD (Y Not) and the new Marvel animated feature (Planet Hulk) on DVD. My birthday dinner included Sloppy Joe's and Mac and Cheese. I usually pick chili dogs, but at 46, I guess I was feeling my oats. I also went to that doctor today. I had a little scare. The other week I was at my dentist, and he took xrays of my tooth that needed to be worked on. What he found was a black shadow area in the bone of my jaw. Jaw Bone Cancer? Not according to the oral surgeon! He said that there was nothing there that need be of any concern. Praise God, but I thought that 30 plus years of smokin' had caught up to me. The 26th brought more snow, more shoveling, and more aches in pains in my back, arms, and legs. I really, really hate winter...really. Thank Goodness I had the weekend to lay around and recuperate. oh wait...that didn't really happen much either...The house I manage lost their power on Thursday, and didn't get it back until Tuesday (The 2nd) morning. On Saturday I went and shoveled there a little, and then I also went back on Monday to shovel some more. So there ya have it "CR". Now I gots ta shovel off...c'ya!