I still have plenty of more to go on my organizational kick, but I am going to put it all on the back burner now to talk about something else.
But what to talk about?
The World Cup is nearly over, and good riddance for that.
How many Americans really care about this tournament, and soccer--or football--in general?
The media rams it down our throats, like they have been doing for like 70 years now, and the only interest shown is by newcomers to our shores--recent immigrants--and that is pretty much it.
And they root for their "home" countries, not their adopted country.
Please explain this to me.
Based on the media, you would think that all of us care about this ...
It is pretty much on the same level as the WNBA, another faction that the media so wants us to be interested in, but pretty much no one cares about.
So I will be happy to see the World Cup end, as I think most Americans would, but honestly, few really care about the sport here, so it will just pass into the ether ...
Where it belongs.
And it will add to our air quality ...
Once again, our friends from Canada have given us another round of summer wildfires, and while this once certainly isn't as bad as the round we had about three or four years ago, this one is bad enough.
The skies are really murky, and with my bad allergies, my breathing is being greatly impacted by this pollution in our skies.
It is best to stay indoors and stay in air conditioning--if at all possible--but for me, it is not possible, as I have things to do, and they don't include staying in the house all day--
I did enough of that while I was hurt, sick and having a low energy level.
So people like me just have to grin and bear it and hope that our lungs can withstand it.
And even with the air pollution, I hope to be able to breathe a little bit better next week.
On Tuesday, I have to go to the eye doctor to find out just how bad my right eye is.
I have a slight retinal tear in that eye, and I have been managing with this ailment for a few months.
I could not get it worked on because I was going through all the other health problems I had--three surgeries in three months--and I wanted to concentrate on those things that needed immediate attention first.
Now that those things are hopefully behind me, I can concentrate on my vision, and I will hear on Tuesday just how I am doing.
I would like to get this taken care of in August, several weeks before my nephew gets married, followed by my daughter's nuptials.
I want to see it all with two healthy eyes by the time of those events.
Let's see what the doctor has to say about all of this.
If I have managed this far, I think I can go another few weeks with this thing, and then get it done once and for all.
And I am done with Amazon and Fanatics, as I will never order anything online from them ever again ...
You already know about the Amazon thing, with those holders for my CDs, which finally came in a box that looked like it had been thrown around a bit, but what you don't know is that on Thursday, I had another confrontation with a delivery service that was supposed to get me an order lickety-split, but right now, I have absolutely no idea where the order is.
I ordered a T-shirt for my son right after the Knicks won the NBA championship, a pretty neat NBA/WWE hybrid shirt, and after a wait of about a month or so, it was supposed to come yesterday.
I received the notification that it was delivered, looked all around, and it was nowhere to be found.
A picture came with the notification (see above) that showed that the delivery was definitely made to the wrong address, an apartment in our complex that has a door that leads to the outside, not like where we are, where we are in a building, and our door leads to a hallway.
I cannot tell the number of the apartment it was delivered to, as it is obscured by the fact that the picture shows that the "safe place" that they placed the package, as they called it, was in the middle of the front grass, nowhere near the front door of wherever they left it.
I called one number to complain, they sent me to another number, and finally, someone called me back from Fanatics, to apologize, but to tell me that other than writing up a report on the miscue, there was nothing they could do about it.
I have no idea where the package was delivered, I drove around the development to see if I could find it, but believe it or not, someone evidently picked up the package and did not return it to the proper address, which was listed, of course, right on the front of the parcel.
They pretty much stole it ...
What'd they think, God sent it to them?
Anyway, since there was nothing I could do about it, I put up a notice by the mailboxes--which is downstairs in our building, and I asked someone to return the package to us ...
No questions asked.
I also put in for a refund.
I told my wife that if I see anyone wearing the shirt, I am going to call the police, and I will do just that if that happens.
Let's see if anything transpires.
But what I see now is that it is time to bid you adieu ...
So have a nice weekend, and I will speak to you again on Monday ...
With the World Cup happily over as maybe the skies begin to clear up, and I can see clearly now ...
And maybe someone will give me my son's T-shirt.
The last thing isn't going to happen, but the other things I mentioned are more than doable, in time.
But lately, I really have to wonder.






