Ray's musings and humor

Live it up, not down

“A man ninety years old was asked to what he attributed his longevity.

I reckon, he said, with a twinkle in his eye, it because most nights I went to bed and slept when I should have sat up and worried.”

Garson Kanin



The other day a guy younger than me shared his concern about his mortality. He had recently had stents put in to open his arteries which has increased his blood flow. The need for the operation seemed to trigger some anxiety about his longevity. It seemed to me at the time that he was thinking about it wrong, he had just undergone surgery that will prolong his life and boost his energy.

None of us know when the fateful day will arise but we do know it is not today, probably not tomorrow or even for many years. Life is to be lived and each day is offered to us to use in whatever way we chose. So I think we all should chose to make the best of it and because of that I plan to live forever or at least for a few more decades so I chose not to worry about life but rather jump on board and enjoy the ride.

Awhile ago someone sent me the following, I don’t remember who it was but I sure like their attitude.

I’m reading more and dusting less.

I’m sitting in the yard and admiring the view without fussing about the weeds in the garden.

I’m spending more time with my family and friends and less time at work whenever possible. Life should be a pattern of experiences to savor, not endure.

I’m trying to recognize these moments now and cherish them.

I’m not "saving" anything; I use my good china and crystal for every special event such as losing a pound, getting the sink unstopped, or the first Amaryllis bloom.

"Someday" and "one of these days" are losing their grip on my vocabulary. If it’s worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want to see and hear and do it now.

It’s those little things left undone that would make me angry if I knew my hours were limited. Angry because I hadn’t written certain letters that I intended to write one of these days. Angry and sorry that I didn’t tell my wife/husband/significant other/parents often enough how much I truly love them.

I’m trying very hard not to put off, hold back or save anything that would add laughter and luster to my life.

And every morning when I open my eyes, I tell myself that every day, every minute, every breath, is special.


Wherever you go, no matter what the weather, always bring your own sunshine. 

Anthony J. D’Angelo


She said: I was having trouble with the idea of turning 30 and was oversensitive to any signs of advancing age.  When I found a prominent gray hair in my bangs, I pointed to my forehead.  

"Have you seen this?" I indignantly asked my husband.  

"What?" he asked. "The wrinkles?"  


It’s time to start living the life you’ve imagined.

Henry James


A wife, one evening, drew her husband’s attention to the couple next door and said, "Do you see that couple? How devoted they are? He kisses her every time they meet.

Why don’t you do that?"

"I would love to," replied the husband, "but I don’t know her well enough."


Mom, I’ll always love you, but I’ll never forgive you for cleaning my face with spit on a hanky.


So true in the 21st Century …  

Our communication – Wireless  

Our dress – Topless  

Our telephone – Cordless  

Our cooking – Fireless  

Our youth – Jobless  

Our food – Fatless  

Our labour – Effortless  

Our conduct – Worthless  

Our relationship – Loveless  

Our attitude – Careless  

Our feelings – Heartless  

Our politics – Shameless  

Our education – Valueless  

Our follies – Countless  

Our arguments – Baseless  

Our boss – Brainless  

Our Job – Thankless  

Our Salary – Much Less  


"When I die, I want to die like my grandmother who died peacefully in her sleep.

Not screaming like all the passengers in her car."


The holiday bowl games were in full swing and we had invited some other football fans over.

One couple brought their active two-year-old son, who began playing with a dish that was filled with antique buttons. After a few near disasters, my husband quietly removed the temptation.

The next morning, I realized the bowl was gone and went upstairs. "Don, where is the button bowl"? I asked my just-awakening husband.

"Gee, I don’t know for sure," replied my spouse, who prides himself on knowing the answer to any sports trivia question.

"I think it’s in Florida."


It is impossible to gain a toehold when acting like a heel.


She said: Stopping to pick up my daughter from Kindergarten, I found out that the topic of "Show and Tell" that day had been parents’ occupations.

The teacher pulled me aside. Whispering, she advised, "You might want to explain a little bit more to your daughter what you do for a living."

I work as a training consultant and often conduct my seminars in motel conference rooms.

When I asked why, the teacher explained, "Your daughter told the class she wasn’t sure what you did, but said you got dressed real pretty and went to work at motels."


Life is a shipwreck but we must not forget to sing in the lifeboats.



Stay well, do good work, and have fun.

 Ray Mitchell

Indianapolis, Indiana, USA

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