It’s the game of life. Do I win or do I lose? One day they’re gonna shut the game down. I gotta have as much fun and go around the board as many times as I can before it’s my turn to leave.
I hope your weekend was as good as mine. As most of you know my hobby is building a friend collection and in the last few days I have acquired some high quality new ones. I spent time Friday with a guy who walked away from a lucrative position so he could work with kids who are so often stuck in a world they did not choose, sometimes even lacking a caring adult in their lives. One of the greatest compliments we can share with others about someone like my new friend is, “He cares!” I am fortunate that he has offered me friendship.
The next day I went to the farmers market to get some of the sweetest corn ever grown, corn fresh from the field after which I spent some time with a chef who I had not met previously. What made her special besides her dazzling personality was the food she brought to the market. You see my new friend comes from a famous family who marketed fantastic food specialties years ago and now she is using the same recipes and making them available to those of us who longed for the taste of old. She loaded me up with samples which I took home and sat reminiscing about the past as I savored old familiar tastes. I have to wait for five more days before I get to see her again and this time I’ll load up on some of her wares.
The capstone of the weekend took place Saturday evening when I attended a super performance of a small professional repertory company that created a magical evening of song, dance and humor. But that was not the best part for I ran into someone who had been a casual acquaintance in the past. I had often read her columns in the paper and had attended some of the same meetings and forums as she did. As we talked we found that we had a lot in common − friends, interests, enjoyable retirement and more. We are now connected and are subscribing to each other’s internet offerings. This is truly an interesting person and I look forward to the budding friendship maturing into the time when we might solve all the world’s problems.
Yep, it has been a special weekend. It has been one where I again learned that always being ready to make a new friend and being open to everyone provides some of life’s real treasure. I think I said again last week, “To make a friend be a friend.” Being friendly pays, waiting for someone else to take the first step seldom does.
Here is one of Wickihow’s suggestions for finding happiness:
Find a hobby. You might take up collecting stamps or coins, or you might learn more about photography or art. You don’t have to spend your entire life doing it; the whole purpose of the hobby is to vary your routine and do something worthwhile.
I am so glad that my choice was collecting you and others like you. My collection lives, ebbs and flows, generating warmth, understanding and adventure and for that I am grateful.
Adapt yourself to the life you have been given; and truly love the people with whom destiny has surrounded you.
She said that now that they are retired, my mother and father are discussing all aspects of their future.
“What will you do if I die before you do?” Dad asked Mom.
After some thought, she said that she’d probably look for a house-sharing situation with three other single or widowed women who might be a little younger than herself, since she is so active for her age.
Then Mom asked Dad, “What will you do if I die first?”
He replied, “Probably the same thing.”
Vital papers will demonstrate their vitality by moving from where you left them to where you can’t find them.
A young couple decided they needed an au pair, and arranged for a girl to come over from Northern Finland. When she arrived, the wife asked, “Can you cook?”
“No,” said the girl, “My mother always did that.”
“Can you do housework?” asked the wife.
“No, my oldest sister always did that.”
“Well,” said the wife, “You’d better just look after the children.”
“I don’t know how,” said the girl. “My youngest sister always did that.”
“What can you do, then?” asked the wife, in desperation.
“Well,” said the Finnish girl brightly, “I can milk reindeer.”
On a scale of 1 to 10, 4 is about 7.
Up at the head table in the cafeteria, one of the nuns had placed a big bowl of bright red, fresh, juicy apples. Beside the bowl, she placed a note which read, “Take only one. Remember, God is watching.”
At the other end of the table was a bowl full of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies, still warm from the oven.
Beside the bowl, a little note scrawled in a child’s handwriting which read, “Take all you want. God’s watching the apples.”
BATHROOM: a room used by the entire family, believed by all (except Mom) to be self-cleaning.
“Thanks for the harmonica you gave me for Christmas,” little Joshua said to his uncle the first time he saw him after the holidays. “It’s the best Christmas present I ever got.”
“That’s great,” said his uncle. “Do you know how to play it?”
“Oh, I don’t play it,” the little fellow said. “My mom gives me a dollar a day not to play it during the day and my dad gives me five dollars a week not to play it at night.”
“Hope for the best, expect the worst.
Life is a play. We’re unrehearsed.”
My tennis partner, Peter, is responsible for alumni relations at his high-school alma mater. Last fall, a member of the Class of 1986 returned the standard alumni questionnaire with this response:
Marital Status – Not good
Wife’s Name – Plaintiff
Artificial Intelligence usually beats real stupidity.
A preacher was making his rounds to his parishoners on a bicycle, when he came upon a little boy trying to sell a lawnmower. “How much do you want for the mower?” asked the preacher.
“I’m just trying to make enough money to buy a bicycle,” said the little boy.
After a moment of consideration, the preacher asked, “Will you take my bike in trade for it?”
The boy said, “You got a deal.”
The preacher took the mower and tried to crank it. He pulled on the string a few times with no response from the mower. The preacher called the little boy over an d said, “I can’t get this mower to start.”
The little boy said, “That’s ’cause you have to cuss at it to get it started.”
The preacher said, “I’m a minister, and I can’t cuss. It’s been so long since I’ve been saved that I don’t know if I even remember how to cuss.”
The little boy looked at him happily and said, “Just keep pulling on that string. It’ll come back to ya!”
Life’s truest happiness is found in friendships we make along the way.
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
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