Senior Kindergarten.

 I was in a store a few days ago and they were selling Christmas chocolates and cookies for a very... very low price. Not one to ruin his resolve of eating healthy, I couldn't resist the temptation. I bought a package of cookies similar to shortbread cookies. I thought they would be nice with tea when my neighbours drop in. On the package the label read, "no artificial colors, additives, corn syrup, fructose/glucose or nuts". That evening when I went to have one or five with my tea, I realized the label was not complete. I think the package should also read, "also does not contain any flavor, taste or enjoyment of any kind".

 Git off mah lawn! I try not to sound like a grumpy old man in the making, the grumpy part I can work on, the old part I can't lol. I was joking with friends the other day who are the same age as me, that we are becoming the junior-seniors, we are entering the junior kindergarten of senior life. It's that same trick as last time, "look Steve, you get to play big boy now, you can try being in school to see how much you like it"! However the trick is there is no alternative, when you say you don't like the new adventure... there's no going back.

 Why can't I have a nice meal dang nabbit! I went to a restaurant the other day, I was hungry and wanted real food, not grease in a box. I had been there twice before and both the food and service were good. This time I got a meal of bbq chicken breast. The mashed potatoes were delicious with a little onion and spices in them, the homemade coleslaw was probably the best I ever had in my life but the chicken... meh or even less than meh. The chicken was dry and the bbq sauce wasn't any kind of bbq sauce that I have ever tasted before, it was very bland, actually a bit worse than bland. To make matters worse, that day I had one of those invisible waitresses, no sign of her anywhere. I just wasn't enjoying my meal, the final touch came in the form of a small fly that was determined to do laps in my tea. I don't spend my time chasing flies away from the dinner table at the farm, I certainly don't expect it out at a restaurant in the city. I probably did the wrong thing, I just paid my bill and left, in my head I was thinking maybe the restaurant was having a bad day. I will give them another chance, I should have told them that I didn't enjoy the chicken. I was thinking later that it's possible they added zucchini to the bbq sauce, something gave it an off flavor.

 Anyway I didn't feel up to complaining, I still tipped the waitress like a goof, smiled, thanked her and left to continue my post Christmas shopping. Maybe I wimped out, I prefer to think of it as me not being a grumpy old guy in the making after all. Oh and as for my dinner companion the fly, he did an almost perfect 9.9 dive into my tea cup!