Mind beginning to Fail

 Even though Master Po mind is failing, he continue to grow old gracefully. 

Last week all of Master Po's family come for visit. Some from Duncansville, Pittsburgh and some from Montana, too. Master Po, one evening is playing poker with son, daughter and grand daughter Ana, who is only 11 years old.

Impatiently Master Po (after bidding is over and pot of pennies is correct) say to young Ana, "I have a straight, DO YOU?"     She say, "Yes, I do, but you don't." 


Sure enough, I lay down cards and I have 2, 3, 5, and two 4's.  So, I have a pair of fours.  Everyone get kick out of Master Po losing hand to Ana, and not able to read his own hand. Master Po not embarrassed at all - he getting used to not being able to use common sense as he ages. Ana win pot and players laugh at Master Po hilariously (all week).  

Next day, we in car and Mrs. Po is driving. Some idiot in other car make careless move around Mrs. Po in passing lane. I, not want to give middle finger to idiot so I put hand out window and give them a thumb.  I remind family that when son, Dave was young, I give thumb to driver for same reason - cause Master Po want to set good example and not teach young children the nasty ways of bad people. Whole car load laugh aloud over Master Po's gesture. If Master Po alone, he not hesitate to give idiot drivers middle finger, but when around children, he always think ahead and make better choice.  So, Ana start giving "thumb" over and over again during whole visit. When she see her Mom's side of the family, she explain thumb gesture to them, too.  They too, shake head at Master Po's giving of "thumb" to idiots. See photo below: 


During entire visit, Master Po's hearing aids not work properly. Family have to yell at me so I can hear conversations.  I not mind getting yelled at because I'm used to it, because I also do many things wrong anyway, and getting yelled at not bother me after many years. But others get tired of repeating things to Master Po and their throats get hoarse due to strain on vocal cords. 

So, I call Honorable Julie Carbaugh Nelson for volume check.  She nice lady who help Master Po out many times with new-fangled devices he not know how to work.  She re-set volume, and say, "the new tone when the volume changes will be more like a bell."  I put hearing aids in, and just then, her phone rings.  I say, "Is the new tone supposed to sound like a phone ringing?" With loud volume re-set, I think "WOW! this new volume is great!"  Julie say, No, that's my phone.  So, again Master Po make boo boo regarding his aging senses.  Julie join family in giggling at the aging Master Po. But again, she used to this because I mess up numerous times in her office in the past, too.  The End. 



My Roots - The Potchaks - circa 1927

My Roots - The Potchaks - circa 1927
From Left: Son, Steve - Dad, Frank - Mom, Anastasia (Makar) - Sons; John, Mike, Frank, Chuck (Author's Dad) - Twins, Pete & Mary - Daughter, Catherine. Photo taken in Wilmore, PA