Ray's musings and humor

I’m restarting!

It does not matter how deep you fall, what matters is how high you bounce back.




One of the things I really enjoy is lunching with my grandchildren. My second oldest grandson and I have been getting together most Mondays lately and it is always a stimulating experience. He is a University student that carries a full load while working lots of hours at a local Target store. Mondays is his day off which he uses for study, other pursuits, and often time with me. Since I am still in recuperation mode he picked me up yesterday and we spent our usual lunch time discussing his latest literary endeavors as well as how he is approaching some of his current assignments. What always impresses me is that he does more than just learn and memorize, he discovers. He is one of the few students I have ever met who gets so into his assignments that he usually has much more than is required and must edit his research and thoughts down to the assigned essay length. He seems to discover more than is required, discovers nuance that triggers analytical thought while discovering a lot about himself. Fortunately he shares some of this with me and lo and behold I discover more about myself in the process.

Yesterday we also talked about my getting my strength and energy back and what I was going to do about my backlog. I got back from the hospital with hundreds of e-mails, about a dozen weekly and monthly magazines and a large number of think tank and informational bulletins. In the past I felt like I had to read them all, distribute key informational pieces to my Public Affairs list subscribers and take action where warranted. After talking with my grandson I decided not to do that this time so some of the weekly magazines have been only briefly skimmed and hundreds of e-mails have been deleted unread. I tried to be careful not to delete anything important but if you sent me something that required action you may want to resend it. In effect I think I have finally learned that coming off an extended hospital stay only to face the burden of a large self imposed backlog is not only non-therapeutic, it is dumb. So I am not going to look at the next few days as burdensome but rather as time to rejoice in returning to wellness and taking a short mental vacation. Yippee!

Our old friend Ralph Marston had this to say about picking yourself up and getting on with life.

Recovery time

Everyone has setbacks. The key to successfully dealing with them is to recover quickly and get back on track. Sure, there’s a tendency to feel sorry for yourself, to complain, and to imagine all the terrible things that can happen. These things may feel good in some strange way, and they’re useful in moderation. But they won’t get you where you’re going.

The longer you take to mentally recover from your setbacks, the worse you make them. You can’t prevent negative things from happening, but you can decide how much power they will have over your life.

When you experience a setback, put it in perspective. It won’t look so bad when viewed in the overall context of your life. Look for ways to turn the problem into an opportunity. Maybe other people experience the same problem. Look for what you can learn from it. There’s almost always some positive aspect to everything. And make adjustments so that it won’t happen again. Take positive action instead of continuing to feel sorry for yourself.

It helps if you have a clear direction and focus, and a plan of action for your life. Then, instead of wallowing in self pity when setbacks come, you can get right back to work and leave them far behind.


“The hardest thing you can do is smile when you are ill, in pain, or depressed. But this no-cost remedy is a necessary first half-step if you are to start on the road to recovery.”

Allen Klein


Answers given by 2nd grade school children to the following questions:

Why did God make mothers?

1. She’s the only one who knows where the sticky tape is.

2. Mostly to clean the house.

3. To help us out of there when we were getting born.

How did God make mothers?

1. He used dirt, just like for the rest of us.

2. Magic plus super powers and a lot of stirring.

3. God made my Mum just the same like he made me. He just used bigger parts.

Why did God give you your mother and not some other Mum?

1. We’re related.

2. God knew she likes me a lot more than other people’s Mums like me.

What kind of little girl was your Mum?

1. My Mum has always been my Mum and none of that other stuff

2. I don’t know because I wasn’t there, but my guess would be pretty bossy.

3. They say she used to be nice.

Why did your Mum marry your Dad?

1. My Dad makes the best spaghetti in the world. And my Mum eats a lot.

2. She got too old to do anything else with him.

3. My Grandma says that Mum didn’t have her thinking cap on.

Who’s the boss at your house?

1. Mum doesn’t want to be boss, but she has to because dad’s such a goof ball.

2. Mum. You can tell by room inspection. She sees the stuff under the bed.

3. I guess Mum is, but only because she has a lot more to do than Dad.

What’s the difference between Mums & Dads?

1. Mums work at work and work at home and Dads just go to work at work.

2. Mums know how to talk to teachers without scaring them.

3. Dads are taller & stronger, but Mums have all the real power ’cause that’s who you got to ask if you want to sleep over at your friend’s.

4. Mums have magic, they make you feel better without medicine.

If you could change one thing about your Mum, what would it be?

1. She has this weird thing about me keeping my room clean. I’d get rid of that.

2. I’d make my Mum smarter. Then she would know it was my sister who did it and not me.

3. I would like for her to get rid of those invisible eyes on the back of her head.


The best thing about getting old is that all those things you couldn’t have when you were young you no longer want.


The other day I saw two dogs walk over to a parking meter.

One of them says to the other, "How do you like that? Pay toilets!"


I’m not an organ donor, but I once gave an old piano to the Salvation Army.


It was a stifling hot day and a man fainted in the middle of a busy intersection. Traffic quickly piled up in all directions, and a woman rushed to help him. When she knelt down to loosen his collar, a man emerged from the crowd, pushed her aside, and said, "It’s all right honey, I’ve had a course in first aid."

The woman stood up and watched as he took the ill man’s pulse and prepared to administer artificial respiration. At this point she tapped him on the shoulder and said, "When you get to the part about calling a doctor, I’m already here."


Some people are always grumbling because roses have thorns. I am thankful that thorns have roses.

Allophones Karr


The new bride went crying to her mother. "Momma, I can’t get my husband to do anything. I want him to fix up the house, and he keeps putting it off."

"Honey," her mother replied, "after being married to your father for twenty-six years, I’ve found the only way to get him to do anything is to tell him he’s too old."


Reflect on your present blessings, of which every man has many; not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some.

Charles Dickens


Stay well, do good work, and have fun.


Ray Mitchell

Indianapolis, Indiana

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