Post 714 ~ ~ ~ Thursday, 25th November, 2010.
Hello my Friends~~ Here we go again. Today I got a letter from the Specialist
about my CTA scan and he said it appeared to be steady and to have another
Scan in 12 months. So that is even better than my doctor thought. So I do
not have to worry for 12 months about that.
I hope you are all enjoying Thanksgiving and your lives. I hope you are all
doing very well. I am feeling much better, but tire very easily and walking
is difficult. I went shopping on Tuesday for my fortnightly shop and put it
all away, as I had visitors coming in the afternoon. My cousins, Gordon and
Phyllis who live about an hour away. They had their sister-in-law with them
this trip. Her husband died this year from the same aneurysm as I have, but
his was enormous. We had a lovely visit and it was nice to see Elaine looking
so well and content, after a fortnight in Victoria visiting various relatives.
I have more flowers to show you, and they took a while to load, so I don't
intend to do a long post.
First one is a mauve pelargonium.
A deep orange pelargonium below.
Two pretty geraniums -- one is white and red, the other red/white.
A frilly red Pelargonium, Purple and white ones and lastly a pretty Sweet William.
Click on photo to enlarge.
First item tonight came from my friend Lorraine, who called to see me yesterday.
LADIES!!! Remember... a layer of dust protects the Wood beneath it.
A 'house' becomes a home when you can write 'I love you" on the furniture.
I used to spend at least 8 hours every weekend making sure things were
just perfect - "in case someone came over."
Finally I realized one day that no-one came over; they were all outliving life
ad having fun.
NOW, when people visit, I don't have to explain the condition of my house.
They are more interested in hearing about the things I've been doing while
I was away living life and having fun.
Life i short. Enjoy it.
Dust if you must . . . .but wouldn't it be better to paint a picture or write
a letter, bake cookies or a cake and lick the spoon, or plant some seeds.
Ponder the difference between want and need?
Dust if you must, but there's not much time . . . with beer to drink, rivers to
swim and mountains to climb, music to hear and books to read, friends to
cherish and life to lead.
Dust if you must, but the world's out there with the sun in your eyes, the wind
in your hair, a flutter of snow, a shower of rain. This day will not come
Dust if you must . . . but bear in mind, old age will come and it's not kind. . .
And when you go - and go you must - you, yourself will make more dust.
It's not what you gather, but what you scatter that tells what kind of lif
you have lived.
First joke came from my fried in Canberra - Linda May. Thanks Linda.
As the bus stopped and it was time for her to get on, she became aware
that her skirt was too tight to allow her leg to come up to the height of the
first step of the bus.
Slightly embarrassed and with a quick to the bus driver, she reached behind
her to unzip her skirt a little, thinking this would give her enough to raise her
leg. She tried but couldn't take the step.
So a little more embarrassed, she once again reaches behind her to unzip
her skirt a little more and again attempted the step. Once again to her chagrin
she could not raise her leg..
With a little smile to the driver, she again reached behind to unzip a little more
ad again was unable to take the step.
About this time, a large Texan who was standing behind her, picked her up
easily by the waist and gently placed her on the step of the bus.
She went ballistic and turned to the Would-be Samaritan and yelled,
"How dare you touch my body. I don't even know you."
The Texan smiled and drawled, "Well ma'am, normally I would agree with you,
But after you unzipped my fly three times, I kinda figured we was friends.
My son John sent me the next ones To all my OLD friends, Growing up
without a cell phone. Thanks John.
If you are 50 or 60, or older, you might think this is hilarious.
When I was a kid, adults used to bore me to tears with their tedious
diatribes about how hard things were, when they were growing up; what
with walking 25 miles to school every morning . .Uphill...Barefoot...Both
ways. Yadda, yadda. yadda.
And I remember promising myself that when I grew up, there was no way
in hell I was going to lay a bunch of crap like that on my kids about how
hard I had it and how easy they have got it.
1. I mean, when I was a kid, we didn't have the Internet. If we wanted to
know something, we had to go to the damn library and look it up ourselves.
2.. There was no e-mail. We had to actually write somebody a letter - with a
pen. Then you had to walk all the way across the street and put it in the
mail-box, and it would take a week to get there. Stamps were 10 cents.
3. Child Protective Services didn't care if our parents beat us. In fact the
the parents of my friends also had permission to kick our ass. Nowhere was safe.
4. There were no MP3s or Napsters or iTunes. If you wanted to steal music,
you had to hitchhike to the record store and shoplift it yourself.
5. Or you had to wait around all day to tape it off the radio ad the DJ would
usually talk over the beginning and mess it all up. We had no CD players. We
had tape decks in our car. We'd play our favorite tape and eject it when
finished. Then the tape would come undone, rendering it useless.
6. We didn't have fancy crap like Call waiting. If you were on the phone,
and somebody else called, they would get a busy signal, that's it.
7. There weren't any freaking cell phones either. If you left the house,
you just didn't make a damn call or receive one. You actually had to be
out of touch with your friends. OH MY GOSH !!! Think of the horror.. not
being in touch with someone 24/7. And then there is TEXTING. Yeah right.
Please. You kids don't know how annoying you are.
8. And we didn't have fancy ID caller either. When the phone rang, you had
no idea who it was. It could be your parents, your boss, your school, your
bookie, your drug-dealer or the collection agent... you just didn't know. You
had to pick it up and take your chances, Mister.
9. We didn't have ay fancy Play-Stations , or X-box, video games with high
resolution 3-D graphics. We had the Atari 2600. With games like Space
Invaders and Asteroids. Your screen guy was a little square. You actually had
to use your imagination. And there were no multiple levels or screens, just one
screen. . . Forever. The game just got harder and harder and faster and
faster until you died. Just like life.
10. You had to use a little book called a TV guide to find out what was on.
You were screwed when it came to channel surfing. You had to get up from
your chair and walk to the TV to change the channel. No REMOTES. OH no
what's the world coming to?
11. There was no Cartoon Network either. You could only get Cartoons on
Saturday morning. Do you hear what I'm saying? We had to wait all week for
cartoons, you spoiled brats.
12. And we didn't have Microwaves. If we wanted to heat something up,
we had to use the stove, Imagine that.
13. And our parents told us to stay outside and play . . .all day long.
Oh, no electronics to soothe and comfort. And if you came back inside,
you were doing chores. And car seats - oh please. Mom just threw you in
the back and you hung on. If you were lucky you got the "safety arm"
across the chest at the last moment.If she had to stop suddenly, and if
you hit your head on the dashboard, well that was your fault for calling
'shot gun' in the first place. See. That's exactly what I'm talking about.
You kids today have it too easy. You're spoiled rotten. You guys wouldn't
have lasted five minutes back in 1970 or any time before.
Well, it is time to close, my eyes want to close, so I am off to bed.
A very Happy Thanksgiving to all who celebrate it.
Look after yourselves ad each other. Love and best wishes to you all.
Post 714 ~ ~ ~ Thursday, 25th November, 2010.