Ray's musings and humor

Shall we dance?

Hope is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul

And sings the tunes without the words

And never stops –at all.

Emily Dickinson


I am back after my cardiac catheterization exam yesterday. The good news is that what blockage I have does not warrant any corrective action so both my cardiac electro-physiologists and cardiovascular docs have passed me on to the pulmonologists and I go in to see them next Monday. I have been avoiding too my physical activity as instructed by my docs, I am now wondering if I may have cured myself and don’t know it so after I have completed my post op procedures in a day or two, I am going to again hit them streets and see how I am doing.

My latest miss adventure has been the loss of my smart phone somewhere in my house. We have looked high and low and not found it, since my life is managed via my phones stored data I have had to order a replacement. Of course with a year left on my contract, no insurance and an expensive Blackberry Torch all I could see was hundreds of dollars going out of our savings. Fortunately I found an on-line ATT agent that took me through a number of gyrations that looks like have reduced me replacement cost to less than $100. Now I need to help my wife feel good about her birthday yesterday with her gifts being Lovenox syringes at a cost of hundred dollars each so I can administer my post op injections and now an additional gift of a replacement phone for me. To get away from her having to sacrifice I am giving her an IOU for a deferred birthday bash at our local casino and horse track.

Here are some thoughts from the past; hopefully I’ll be back up to full speed tomorrow.

Ray’s Daily August 18, 2004

As I was getting my weekly Iron IV at the hospital yesterday I again noticed how upbeat the cancer patients were as they received their chemo treatments. Since I had just started reading Studs Turkel’s book on hope I could not help thinking about the great difference that hope makes in our lives. I am not talking about hope like the one we have when we say we hope to win the lottery, or that our team wins, or that I get good grades on my test. The kind of hope I mean is hope that tells us not to give up, the kind that reminds us that there is always hope.

In today’s world we need to know that there is hope that we can again achieve peace and that we can again enjoy our lives. They say that hope springs eternal yet so many seem to give up hope. Often it is not a case of believing that all will go bad, rather it is case of resignation. I often think that we have come to believe in an either/or world. You’re either are a pessimist or you are an optimist, you’re either are my enemy or my friend. But in the real world it is not that simple. We can lack optimism without becoming pessimists; if we just give up, we are neither.

Even if the odds are great that all will not be well, we still have hope. If we decide that there is no hope, you can almost guarantee that there won’t be. With hope we can face another day. With hope we often can work miracles. So never give up, we need you too badly.


Hope is the companion of power, and mother of success; for who so hopes strongly has within him the gift of miracles.

Samuel Smiles


A story is told of a Jewish man who was riding on the subway reading an Arab newspaper. A friend of his, who happened to be riding in the same subway car, noticed this strange phenomenon. Very upset, he approached the newspaper reader. “Moshe, have you lost your mind? Why are you reading an Arab newspaper?”

Moshe replied, “I used to read the Jewish newspaper, but what did I find? Jews being persecuted, Israel being attacked, Jews disappearing through assimilation and intermarriage, Jews living in poverty. So I switched to the Arab newspaper. Now what do I find? Jews own all the banks, Jews control the media, Jews are all rich and powerful, Jews rule the world. The news is so much better!”


Never wave to your friends at an auction.


Bob, a 70 year old extremely wealthy widower, shows up at the Country Club with a breathtakingly beautiful and very sexy 25 year-old blonde who knocks everyone’s socks off with her youthful sex appeal and charm and who hangs over Bob’s arm and listens intently to his every word.

His buddies at the club are all aghast. They corner him and ask, “Bob, how’d you get the trophy girlfriend?” Bob replies, “Girlfriend? She’s my wife!” They’re knocked over, but continue to ask. “So, how’d you persuade her to marry you?”

Bob says, “I lied about my age.”

His friends respond, “What do you mean? Did you tell her you were only 50?” Bob smiles and says, “No, I told her I was 90.”


Until Eve arrived, this was a man’s world.


A recent transplant to the mountains of North Carolina writes:

The folks around these parts have a peculiarity that drives me nutty. You ask them an “either/or” question, and their answer is– “That’ll be fine!” I asked a lady the other night who was coming through my register at Wal-Mart, “Ma’am, would you like your milk in a bag or not?”

“That’ll be fine,” was her reply.

I looked quizzically at her, and asked, “Does that mean ‘yes’ or ‘no’?” “I said that that’ll be fine,” was her answer. Since I was holding it up in my hand, out of a bag, I decided to assume that “that” in this case meant “that naked jug of milk that you’re holding in your hand, not in a bag.”

This feeling was further reinforced by a slight nod of the head towards the jug just as she said the word “that’ll.”  I set the jug in the buggy without putting it in a sack.

“I *said* I wanted it in a bag,” she complained. “You want me to shout it or write it down for you?

“That’ll be fine!” I replied.


Primate: Removing your spouse from in front of the TV.


When I arrived for my daughter’s parent-teacher conference, the teacher seemed a bit flustered, especially when she started telling me that my little girl didn’t always pay attention in class and was sometimes a little flighty. “For example, she’ll do the wrong page in the workbook,” the teacher explained, “and I’ve even found her sitting in the wrong desk.”

“I don’t understand that,” I replied defensively. “Where could she have gotten that?”

The teacher went on to reassure me that my daughter was still doing fine in school and was sweet and likeable. Finally, after a pause, she added, “By the way, our appointment was for tomorrow.”


Q: Why are men like blenders?

A: You need one, but you’re not quite sure why.


Her Philosophy of Housecleaning

I don’t do windows because … I love birds and don’t want one to run into a clean window and get hurt. (I am compassionate.)

I don’t wax floors because … I am terrified a guest will slip, hurt themselves, I’ll feel terrible and they may sue me. (I am careful and


I don’t mind the dust bunnies because … they are very good company, I have named most of them, and they agree with everything I say. (I am imaginative.)

I don’t disturb cobwebs because … I want every creature to have a home of their own and my family loves spiders. (I am kind.)

I don’t Spring Clean because … I love all the seasons and don’t want the others to get jealous. (I am fair-minded.)

I don’t plant a garden because … I don’t want to get in God’s way, He is an excellent designer. (I am courteous.)

I don’t put things away because … my family will never be able to find them again. (I am considerate.)

I don’t do gourmet meals when I entertain because I don’t want my guests to stress out over what to make when they invite me over for dinner.

I don’t iron because … I choose to believe them when they say “Permanent Press”. (I am trusting.)

I don’t stress much on anything because … “A Type” personalities die young and I want to stick around and become a wrinkled up crusty ol’ woman!!!!


A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and sings it back to you when you have forgotten how it goes.

Author Unknown


Stay well, do good work, and have fun.

Ray Mitchell

Indianapolis, Indiana

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