Winter Is Coming

I don't watch Game of Thrones. I don't have HBO. I Googled it just now, and saw in one of the results  that "Winter is here." Oops. I'm late. I watched everything I could on a borrowed HBO Now account, last year, until I ran out of episodes. Time passed. Now, I don't actually care what happens to anyone. I know this is some sort of character flaw on my part, however, I'm too old now to change. I have my Gunsmoke and Johnny Carson re-runs.

That was a joke. But I did watch part of a Johnny Carson Show rerun the other night. It was interesting in that so many decades have passed since these aired--about every two minutes someone said something shockingly politically incorrect. Say, do you suppose we could introduce Borat to Trump? That was a joke. No it wasn't. They already know each other. I think. Don't they?

It doesn't seem like winter is coming around here. The weather in Kansas City is remarkably uncomfortable, for this time of year. Too much humidity, and temperatures that are still too high. Sorry. I can't seem to go more than a post or two without complaining about the weather.

OK. Moving on, then. Speaking of winter coming, I'm not getting any younger. This has been going on for some time, and it's slightly alarming.  2/3 of my sparse social life takes place at a coffeeshop where 3/4 of the people there are 1/3 my age You do the math.

Now it seems like this entire blog post consists of complaints. I don't mean it to. I don't know about winter, but fall is coming, which always reminds me of going back to school--a good twelve years of conditioning that hasn't quite faded away yet. And I don't want it to. I can go to the coffeeshop later, where everyone looks good (except, possibly, me,) and, if I still want to complain, I can wait around for another old fart to sit down within ear shot *

*that increasingly short distance where you can carry on a conversation without saying, whut??  Huh?? every few seconds. I blame Blue Cheer.