It's been a few days, I know. My screenwriting course had us critiquing each other so that was time-consuming. The Blue Jays have also taken a lot of time, although I am beginning to multi-task while they stand around. And I am supposed to be getting ready to go away next week, packing, planning and so on.

I came close to doing something positive a few days ago: I went to a shoe store and bought some walking shoes,some "skimmers" for dinner and a new pair of flip-flops. I'm so old I can remember when they were called thongs, short for thong sandals, and they cost about $1.99, no tax in those days. Then thongs became underwear - how uncomfortable! - and the sandals became flip-flops - actually a lovely example of onomatopoeia - and my recent pair cost $34.00, plus tax.

I was thinking about Art Linkletter (1912-2010), Canadian-born (didn't know that) American humorist, entertainer, best known in my memory for his show about kids who - "say the darndest things." I member reading somewhere that after he had retired from the public eye (not too far)someone recognized him and said , "Didn't you used to be Art Linkletter?" There's a line much like that that I used in a play - maybe I twirled it around - anyway, I have an old woman being interviewed and the interviewer says "Who did you used to be?" Wait for it. It will happen to you, too. All it takes is time.

You must have noticed all the surveys we are being subjected to now online. We're a captive audience, and everyone likes quizzes, up to a point. I've stopped answering because I get so far into the Q and A and then it stops and says I don't qualify because I have told them how old I am. Unpredictable. (Me) I don't mind.

The question is, who am I now?