Sunday, October 28, 2012

Weather Changes.

Post   806  ~ ~ ~ Sunday,  28th  October,  2012.

Hello My Friends ~ ~ It is nice to be with you all again. I hope all is well with you and your loved ones.  I am feeling quite well and had good results at the doctor on Friday.  Both he and I were surprised my lungs sounded much better and it took me a while to realize why.
My dear blogging friend Karen suggested I raise my head and shoulders to keep the fluid 
draining. Thank you so much Karen.

The nurse at the clinic had rung and I said I was having more pain of late, so she made the appointment. Thanks Marnie.  My doc asked where the pain was and I just looked at him and he said, Let me rephrase that question,  Where doesn't it hurt?? He then gave me an extra tablet, Tramol, just for when the pain is really bad. So I feel happy just to have that backstop and I may never take one -we will see.  I have done a lot of sleeping since and there isn't pain when I sleep. So sleep is my answer for pain, but I don't get a lot done then.

 Mind you after the Dr. visit at Noon, I put together 2 fridge meals and 6 freezer meals, so
no cooking for a while. Then I was exhausted so decided to have a rest day yesterday. But that has carried on to today, so I am late starting my blog post.  I asked why I had wheezy noises if my lungs were OK and he said a tendency to asthma and prescribed a preventative
huffer for me, and that seems to be helping also.  So upwards and onwards --------

The first few are from Mountain Wings including the Title one -- Weather  Changes.
The other ones are very brief.

Weather Changes

The rain was pouring down.
It was cold.
It was the type of weather that most would call miserable.

Cars were passing by looking at me. I could tell by the look on
a few startled faces that they were asking themselves,
"What is that fool doing running in the rain?"

I was the object of the imagined question.
I was jogging in pouring rain in nearly freezing weather.

There were two things they didn't realize.

First, it wasn't raining when I started.
Second, I was enjoying myself.

When I started running it was cold but fairly dry.
Only a light mist hung in the air.
After 30 minutes, the bottom fell out of the clouds.

The weather is often nice when we start something.
Weather changes.

When you start a business, it's nice.
You are excited.
You have money saved.
You have big dreams.
Then you don't make as much as you thought.
Your money runs out.
The customers don't line up, and the sales don't go up.
You had your business plans and they didn't include rain.
Weather changes.

When you get married, it's nice.
You are excited.
You have money saved.
You have big dreams.
You have your life planned and changing diapers at 2 a.m. and
4 a.m. somehow wasn't in the plans.
Having more bills than money wasn't in the plans.
Sex once a week (on good weeks) wasn't on the plans.
The mood swings and differences weren't on the plans.
The extra weight in so many areas weren't on the plans.
Weather changes.

When you move to a new city, it's nice.
You are excited.
You have money saved.
You have your life planned and all of the negative stuff of the
old town you are leaving behind.
You soon are around the same type of people in the new city,
on the new job, in the new church, they weren't in your plans.
Weather changes.

"What is that fool doing running in the rain?"

I was smiling.

The rain and cold air felt good. My lungs were in shape so they
weren't burning from the cold air. The rain washed the sweat
away. It kept me refreshed. It was like running in the shower.

Plus, when the downpour started, I was two miles from home.
There was nothing that I could do but keep running.

If they thought I was a fool at first, they should have seen me
during the last one-half mile.
I took my shirt off.

I had no choice but to run, whether it was hot or cold,
wet or dry, but the choice to smile and fully enjoy the weather,
was mine.

If you've got to run, find the good in your weather and smile,
even if people do think you are crazy, they don't know your
situation or what you're made of inside.

Have you ever noticed how kids like to play in the rain?

You may have no choice but to run in the rain;
you do have a choice of the expression on your face
and how much you enjoy it.

Weather changes.
The others are Where to Find a Helping Hand, When it rains,  The Manager...........

Where To Find A Helping Hand

The best place to find a helping hand
is at the end of your own arm.
~Swedish Proverb~
When It Rains

Q: Why do mother kangaroos hate it when it rains?
A: Because the kids have to play inside.
The Manager

I believe God is managing affairs and that He doesn't need any
advice from me. With God in charge, I believe everything will
work out for the best in the end.

So what is there to worry about.

~Henry Ford~
A couple from my friend Lee in Queensland. Thank you Lee for the 
English Lesson and Definition of an Oxymoron.

 Subject: Definition Of An Oxymoron

I became confused when I heard the word 'service' used with these agencies:
Banking 'Service'
Postal 'Service'
Telephone 'Service'
Pay TV 'Service'
State & Public 'Service'
Customer  'Service'
Bureaucratic 'Service'
This is not what I thought 'Service' meant.
Then I visited my uncle, he's a farmer, and he hired a bull to 'Service' his  cows.
Suddenly WOW!!!   It all came clear.  Now I understand what all those agencies are doing to us! 
   Subject: English Lesson

English lesson:

No English dictionary has been able to adequately explain the
difference between the two words COMPLETE and FINISHED, in a way that
is easy to understand. Some people say there is no difference between
COMPLETE and FINISHED. However, there is a difference.

When you marry the right woman, you are COMPLETE.

When you marry the wrong woman, you are FINISHED.

And when the right one catches you with the wrong one, you are ---

End of the lesson.

        A Pearly Gates one called  Second Time.

Here is today's PearlyGates item.
Second Time

A woman takes her 16-year-old daughter to the doctor. The doctor says, "Okay, Mrs. Smith, what's the problem?" 

The mother says, "It's my daughter Lynda. She keeps getting these cravings, she's putting on weight, and is sick most mornings." 

The doctor gives Lynda a good examination, then turns to the mother and says, "Well, I don't know how to tell you this, but your Lynda is pregnant -
about 4 months, would be my guess." 

The mother says, "Pregnant?! She can't be, she has never ever been left alone with a man! Have you, Lynda?" 

Lynda says, "No mother! I've never even kissed a man!" 

The doctor walked over to the window and just stares out it. About five minutes pass and finally the mother says, "Is there something wrong out there

The doctor replies, "No, not really, it's just that the last time anything like this happened, a star appeared in the east and three wise men came
over the hill. I'll be darned if I'm going to miss it this time!" 
One from my friend in Canberra.Thank you Linda.for Stud Rooster.

A farmer went out one day and bought a brand new stud rooster for his chicken coop. The new rooster struts over to the old rooster and says, 

"OK old fart, time for you to retire." 
The old rooster replies, "Come on, surely you cannot handle 
ALL of these chickens. 
Look what it has done to me. 
Can't you just let me have the two old hens over in the corner?" 
The young rooster says, 
"Beat it: You are washed up 
and I am taking over." 
The old rooster says, 
"I tell you what, young stud. 
I will race you around the farmhouse. Whoever wins gets the exclusive domain over the entire chicken coop." The young rooster laughs. 
"You know you don't stand a chance, old man. 
So, just to be fair, 
I will give you a head start." 

The old rooster takes off running. About 15 seconds later the young rooster takes off running after him. They round the front porch of the farmhouse and the young rooster has closed the gap. 

He is only about 5 feet behind the old rooster and gaining fast. The farmer, meanwhile, is sitting in his usual spot on the front porch 
when he sees the roosters running by. 
The Old Rooster is squawking 
and running as hard as he can. 
The Farmer grabs his shotgun and
- BOOM - 
he blows the young rooster to bits. The farmer sadly shakes his head and says, 
third gay rooster I bought this month." 

Moral of this story? ... 

Don't mess with the OLD FARTS - 
age, skill, wisdom, and a little treachery 
always overcome youth and arrogance!

Last one tonight is from my old friend Barbara. Thanks Barbara.

Two little boys, ages 8 and 10, are excessively mischievous.

They are always getting into trouble and their parents know if any mischief occurs in their town, the two boys are probably involved.

The boys' mother heard that a preacher in town had been successful in disciplining children, so she asked if he  would speak with her boys.

The preacher agreed, but he asked to see them individually.

The mother sent the 8 year old in the morning, with the older boy to see the preacher in the afternoon.

The preacher, a huge man with a deep booming voice, sat the younger boy down and asked him sternly,

"Do you know where God is, son?"

The boy's mouth dropped open, but he made no response, sitting there wide-eyed with his mouth hanging open.

So the preacher repeated the question in an even sterner tone,

"Where is God?! 

Again, the boy made no attempt to answer. 

The preacher raised his voice even more and shook his finger in the boy's face and bellowed, "WHERE IS GOD?!"

The boy screamed & bolted from the room, ran directly home & dove into his closet, slamming the door behind him.

When his older brother found him in the closet, he asked,

"What happened?"

The younger brother, gasping for breath, replied,

"We are in BIG trouble this time!"

"GOD is missing, and they think WE did it!"

Well it is time to say Goodnight / or Good-Day and get myself to bed before midnight strikes it's ugly sound.
I hope you found something to smile about
Look after yourselves and the ones you love. Find some joy in every day.

I don't think I told you, a few weeks ago, we had a power failure just on dark and my
neighbor who brings my bins and papers in
came in to ask if I had any candles or lights
Well I think I have more torches than anyone I know and also 3 lanterns. He said
his wife said you better check on Merle, so 
wasn't that nice of both of them?  I came in and cried. They say check on elderly neighbors. Bless them.
Love and best wishes to you Cheers, Merle. 

Post  806 ~ ~ ~ Sunday, 28th  October, 2012. Almost November - - - what fun !!!


Lee said... you have no excuses at all, Merle for having a nap or three! ;)

One good thing about growing older (and it might be the only hang on to it tightly)...we can do what we like, when we like without having to answer to anyone else!

That's my philosophy, anyway...and I'm sticking to it!!! ;)

Take good care, Merle...hugs.

audrey` said...

"So upwards and onwards!" This is a very good advice and motto in life.

I'm so happy to know that your lungs are improving and the doctor had prescribed some effective medicine for you.

Please take care. Take a nap when needed. You're doing very great, my dear friend Merle. Love and (((HUGS))) to you.

Jeanette said...

Hi Dear Merle . just popped in to see what ive been missing ....loved calling in to see you. hope you have thought a bit more about that ramp insde then you will be able to use your walker.. wonderful post as always. was lovely of your neighbours to check on you.. you are loved by many.. take care my dear friend i will call next time im in Shep... love Jan xxxxxxxxxxx

Jim said...

Hi Merle ~~ Especially nice tonight, nice in your news and nice jokes and stories.

Tramol (in the US it is tramadol for generic and Ultram for the original) is on my allergic to meds list. I laid down on the floor and went crazy, hallucinating. Vicodin helps me some but I became addicted to it. Pain and its management is H*ll, isn't it.

I love the gay rooster joke and the one with the little boys in trouble and thinking they were blamed with something happening to God.

I also love it the way your relatives and neighbors take care of you. That is a blessing for you.

Guess we are about there. We are in London and the people are soooo nice about offering me their seat on the tube. Not so many bus riders do that.

Also our daughter runs interfernce for us, calling us 'pensioners.' Our neighbor lady also calls if she knows of a situation. She is originally from Savanah, Georgia, and is full of Southern Hospitality.

Dave said...

Glad you're doing well Merle.... and I absolutely loved the "Service" joke, although all of them were great!

PEA said...

Hello dear Merle,

I'm glad that the doctor has been making sure that you get what is needed for the pain and lung issues, fingers crossed that they are helping you. Think of you often, my friend.

Having good neighbours that come and check on you is wonderful. We have neighbours like that too and it's comforting to know that they care:-)

Here's a little poem I'm sharing with everyone today...

This is Halloween

Goblins on the doorstep,
Phantoms in the air,
Owls on witches' gate posts,
Giving stare for stare.

Cats on flying broomsticks,
Bats against the moon,
Stirring round of fate-cakes,
With a solemn spoon.

Whirling apple parings,
Figures draped in sheets,
Dodging, disappearing,
Up and down the streets.

Jack-o'-lanterns grinning,
Shadows on a screen,
Shrieks and starts and laughter--
This is Halloween!

Happy Halloween, dear Merle, make sure you come by my blog today for my Halloween Bash and see what costume I dressed you up in! hehe xoxo

Big Dave T said...

Hi Merle,

Wondering if that rain story applies to retirement. You retire, you have money saved, you're excited, then your money goes away and . . . etc. Your doctor visits and health issues are comparable to it raining, right?

You don't want the kind of rain they're having out east. We even lost a few pieces of siding from our own house with all the wind.

I wanted to tell you that I accidentally deleted your last comment. I meant to approve it and after I thought I did I noticed it was gone, so I just didn't want you to think that your comment didn't go through. I got it, but lost it. Guess that rain story could apply to blogs too.