Being married to a doctor, I hardly know if I’m going to be greeted next morning with a hug or a syringe!

Today it was the syringe for me.

“I’m okay!” I shout in protest. “What is the need to draw blood so early in the morning? Sadist wife!” “Listen Bob,” she says firmly in that doctor voice of hers with syringe held threateningly in strike mode, “Stop being an ostrich, there’s nothing wrong in finding out, is there?! I meekly hold out my hand and turn away at my precious blood being sucked rapidly away!

As I watch Trump, disgusted with the way he is not accepting his defeat, I remember watching the Oscars two years ago, and had seen how the host announced the wrong winner of the Best Picture Award: Instead of announcing the prize for ‘Moonlight’ he announced, ‘La La Land’. Warren Beatty and Faye Dunaway then presented the award to the producers of the wrong movie. They started delivering the acceptance speech, when the hosts ran up and announced to the startled audience that the wrong winner had been announced and the award should go to ‘Moonlight!’

Sorry folks I’m not really talkin’ to all you there who lie rejected on the wayside by some lover who has gone over to graze in greener pastures. I’m talkin’ of we poor writers and the continuous rejection we face as we try to build a career in writing.

How we love the preacher on TV who tells us that God intended each of us to be rich and prosperous and he will lead us to that God! He preaches what we want to hear; that religion which means the worshipping of God in a church, temple or masjid will make our bank balances grow fatter, and our work or businesses prosper.

And that’s what many of us are religious for: To get the best car in the world, maybe own a jet plane or have huge mansions.

At the age of seventy-five my father was a computer wizard. In fact I remember so well dad teaching me the basics of the machine and its technology. He was a man who never slipped into a mode of ‘so much and no farther.’ He always wanted to experiment and try out new things and never ceased to have a boyish wonder for anything different.