this evening

Some days it feels as if I'm not a freelancer writer, but a freelance diddler.

Chloe, my Siamese cat, has decided that she is too old or chubby or both to jump up on my lap. Now she sits at my feet and meows until I pick her up. She's become an old lady, but I feel like I hardly know her.

For some freelance work I'm trying to get a handle on what AARP thinks its audience is interested in seeing on its website. Here's what I have so far:

AARP readers like Dixie-cup telephones and Yakov Smirnoff. That wacky Russian! Is he still as wacky now that the Cold War's over? Didn't think so. We need a cultural ambassador to explain Putin to us in stand-up comedy form.