Week 3 or Week 4?  I Can't Remember...

I didn't write very much this past week.  It's not that I wasn't in the mood, or even that I didn't have a lot to write about.  It's just that I couldn't get around to it.  Between the extra workload this week (our yearly emergency) and fighting with a sinus infection, I was getting to bed later and getting up later still.  One day this past week, I didn't get up until ten 'til four.  (My usual waking time is around eleven to  twelve thirty.)  But, when I had the time, I did indeed write.
I read a slightly disturbing "news" report at an online service.  (Ok, it was WalMart Connect.  Their news stories are sillier than the "details at 11" stuff you get from broadcast stations ...  For example, here's an actual headline from today ... "Do This Now.  Prevent Adultery Later."  Ooooh!   Lives are hanging in the balance!)
This story was about the disparity between the percentage of unmarried men to unmarried women in my age group (the 30+ group).  It appears that  26 to 30 percent of men are unmarried by age 30 as compared to only about 6 percent of women the same age.  
Here's the thing.  I took that story and left out parts of it that didn't jibe with the rant I wanted to give on the subject.  It worked beautifully.  Besides ... Every professionall journalist does it!*
One thing I didn't do to that story, that I now wish I had done is this; make a copy of it.  I now have no idea how to find it, other than to write to someone at WalMart Connect to see if there is a reprint of it somewhere.
I went off on tangents this week ... I went on and on about relationships, and about how I haven't figured out how to get one going.  And, to top it off, I found out that pickings are slim for fellas my age.  Looks like I'm either going to have to give up dreams of marriage and family, or I'm going to have to find some way of meeting someone.  Of course, I'll be working on that.  In the next twelve or so days, I'm going to be returning to first shift.  I'll be going to work at six in the morning, and leaving at two thirty in the afternoon.  What does that have to do with anything?  I'll tell you.  It means I'll have the afternoons free to attend all sorts of gatherings I've been missing out on for the past three and a half years.  I'm going to get involved with all the things I've been interested in (writers' groups, cooking classes, the Woodsongs Old Time Radio Hour down at the Kentucky Theater).  I've always been at work while it's all going on.

*That's actually a mentality of which I like making fun, too.