Crankier and Crankier

 Cliches really tend to be true, and for me, the cranky older guy really hits home.

For most of my life, insults and boorish behavior were like the proverbial water off a duck's back. It took a LOT to get me annoyed. My patience and temper were long.

Not so much anymore. These days, only a select few of my inner circle have true free reign with what they tell me, critical or insulting. I listen and respond.

But more and more, I notice some folks, not that close, who seem to revel in slights and soft insults. And I find I no longer brook them. 

It was always easy to explain it -- folks are envious and jealous and love to cut down to size those who do better, whatever better means. I always got it. Lately -- not so much.

An axiom is that losers find ways to lose, and are better at one thing than anyone -- coming up with reasons why they lose. It's rarely "I lost because I was lazy. Or didn't think this true." It's typically the world's fault.

Eh. What are ya gonna do? It's simple -- surround myself only with those whose company I savor. And this weekend promises to provide exactly that.

Later this afternoon, two large Ashkenazim are headed over. Dr. Barry has a full day "retreat" at MDC, which ought to end around 3, and though I offered to meet him closer to where he is, he said the drive is fine. I will pour us some adult beverages, and toast many things, including the upcoming Canes season, which kicks off just over 2 weeks from now.

Norman will join us a bit later -- we'll either go out, or, if my vibe stays the same, Uber Eat in some food. Wifey has a late medical appointment and will be back afterwards.

Tomorrow D1 is coming with the boys, and heading to the bloodless Bris of her dear friends Alyssa and Fredy's baby boy. We'll watch the boys, and probably take them to a local park.

D1 will take baby man home, and Little Man will stay -- and then I will return him after our bagels at first light for his cousin's party.

And I shall keep said crankiness at bay. When you're in exquisite mode, you can't let the negative in.

Just yesterday I heard very happy medical news about a dear friend whose been keeping a dread disease at bay. It remains at bay.

We talked about my favorite lullaby -- by Tom Petty -- "We're All Right...For Now."

And for now, indeed we are...