From time to time I get unasked for E mails from Match.com. I have been deleting as spam, but that doesn’t take somehow. Today’s offer was a free look at singles in my area. Well if I was single and it was 20 years ago, I might take them up on it. The problem is that even if I were alone again and recovered enough to be open to an association if not actually a relationship, the possibles wouldn’t be choosing me because my age would drive them away and they would assume I was unviable. It is what it is. As Alfred E. Newman (Mad Magazine) used to say, “What, me worry?”

I could always hook up with some of the helpers hired by Cemetery Gary when he does odd jobs for us. They always check me out. Oh the joys of flirting with the tattooed wonders. If you are wondering, he is called Cemetery Gary (he works at the cemetery as his day job – digging and stone masonry) to identify him from the other Garys. Next door Gary, Kathy’s Gary, etc. There is also a Cemetery George but we don’t see much of him anymore. I knew you had to know all this.

Xx, Teal