Ray's musings and humor

Remember when……

“Looking back you realize that a very special person passed briefly through your life- and it was you.

It is not too late to find that person again.”

Robert Brault

 

 

 

I will be attending an intergenerational discussion group in a few weeks. It will be people from my generation mixing with college undergraduate students. The students have provided a set of questions that they would like to discuss and one of them asks about the difference in America during the Second World War and America today. This morning I jotted down a few notes about the world I saw then and the world of today. I won’t bore you with the results but the exercise reminded me of something my friend Inez sent me some time ago. Here is what she sent:

 

I grew up in the fifties with practical parents — a mother, God love her, who washed aluminum foil after she cooked in it, then reused it. She was the original recycle queen, before they had a name for it…

A father who was happier getting old shoes fixed than buying new ones.

Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. Their best friends lived barely a wave away. I can see them now, Dad in trousers, tee shirt and a hat and Mom in a house dress, lawn mower in one hand, dish towel in the other.

It was the time for fixing things — a curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress. Things we keep.

It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy.

All that re-fixing, reheating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful.

Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there’d always be more.

But then my mother died, and on that clear summer’s night, in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn’t any ‘more.’

Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away…never to return.

So…while we have it…it’s best we love it…..and care for it…..and fix it when it’s broken…..and heal it when it’s sick.

This is true…..for marriage…..and old cars…..and children with bad report cards…..and dogs with bad hips…..and aging parents…..and grandparents.

We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it.

Some things we keep.

Like a best friend that moved away — or — a classmate we grew up with.

There are just some things that make life important, like people we know who are special…..and so, we keep them close!

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“What you need to know about the past is that no matter what has happened, it has all worked together to bring you to this very moment. And this is the moment you can choose to make everything new. Right now.”

Author Unknown

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He said: I’ve been married 25 years, took a look at my wife one day and said, "Honey, 25 years ago, we had a cheap apartment, a cheap car, slept on a sofa bed and watched a 10 inch black and white TV, but I got to sleep every night with a hot 25 year old blonde.  Now, we have a nice house, nice car, big bed and plasma screen TV, but I’m sleeping with a 50 year old woman. It seems to me that you are not holding up your side of things."  

My wife is a very reasonable woman. She told me to go out and find a hot, 25 year old blonde, and she would make sure that I would once again be living in a cheap apartment, driving a cheap car and sleeping on a sofa bed…

CRISIS RESOLVED!  

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"It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life."

P. D. James

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Ed reminded me why he likes retirement !

Question: How many days in a week?

Answer:    6 Saturdays, 1 Sunday

Question: When is a retiree’s bedtime?

Answer:   Three hours after he falls asleep on the couch.

Question: How many retirees to change a light bulb?

Answer:   Only one, but it might take all day.

Question: What’s the biggest gripe of retirees?

Answer:   There is not enough time to get everything done.

Question: Why don’t retirees mind being called Seniors?

Answer:   The term comes with a 10% percent discount.

Question: Among retirees what is considered formal attire?

Answer:   Tied shoes.

Question: Why do retirees count pennies?

Answer:   They are the only ones who have the time.

Question: Why are retirees so slow to clean out the basement, attic or garage?

Answer:   They know that as soon as they do, one of their adult kids will want to store stuff there.

Question: What do retirees call a long lunch?

Answer:   Normal.

Question: What is the best way to describe retirement?

Answer:   The never ending Coffee Break.

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My cousin Larry meets a lot of women now that he has changed his email address.

He had a lot of trouble getting action with his old one, which was: "36-year-old-living-with-my-mama @home.com."

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DR. SEUSS EXPLAINS COMPUTERS

If a packet hits a pocket on a socket on a port, and the bus is interrupted as a very last resort, and the address of the memory makes your floppy disk abort, then the socket packet pocket has an error to report.  

If your cursor finds a menu item followed by a dash, and the double-clicking icon puts your window in the trash, and your data is corrupted ’cause the index doesn’t hash, then your situation’s hopeless and your system’s gonna crash!  

If the label on the cable on the table at your house, says the network is connected to the button on your mouse, but your packets want to tunnel on another protocol, that’s repeatedly rejected by the printer down the hall, and your screen is all distorted by the side effects of gauss, so your icons in the window are as wavy as a souse, then you may as well reboot, and go out with a bang, because as sure as I’m a poet, the sucker’s gonna hang!  

When the copy of your floppy’s getting sloppy on the disk, and the microcode instructions cause unnecessary risk, then you have to flash your memory, and you’ll want to RAM your ROM. Quickly turn off the computer and be sure to tell your mom.  

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Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in both hands, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming, "What a ride!"

Author Unknown

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 Stay well, do good work, and have fun.

 Ray Mitchell

Indianapolis, Indiana, USA

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