“How quick and rushing life can sometimes seem, when at the same time it’s so slow and sweet and everlasting.”
This will be a short week for the Daily since Ray will be out of commission starting Wednesday morning as he begins his short stay in the hospital with an expected rapid recovery which will result in bringing the Daily back soon. I have been looking forward to getting this done and returning to getting back into action rejuvenated. If you miss the Daily during its short hiatus there are abot 1700 back issues stored at https://raykiwsp.wordpress.com/ they don’t go back to the first editions which were published in 2000 but there are enough stored to offer a wide variety thoughts.
I was visiting with an old friend the other day and we reminisced about what life was like when we were kids and it reminded me of the following poem that I saved a few years ago. My life has never been better but there was a lot to like about the simpler days of yesterday too.
Trip down Memory Lane
A little house with three bedrooms and one car on the street.
A mower that you had to push to make the grass look neat.
In the kitchen on the wall we only had one phone,
And no need for recording things, someone was always home.
We only had a living room where we would congregate,
Unless it was at mealtime in the kitchen where we ate.
We had no need for family rooms or extra rooms to dine,
When meeting as a family those two rooms would work out fine.
We only had one TV set and channels maybe two,
But always there was one of them with something worth the view.
For snacks we had potato chips that tasted like a chip,
And if you wanted flavor there was Lawson’s onion dip.
Store bought snacks were rare because my mother liked to cook,
And nothing can compare to snacks in Betty Crocker’s book.
The snacks were even healthy with the best ingredients,
There was no label with a hundred things that made no sense.
Weekends were for family trips or staying home to play,
We all did things together even go to church to pray.
When we did our weekend trips depending on the weather,
No one stayed at home because we liked to be together.
Sometimes we would separate to do things on our own,
But we knew where the others were without our own cell phone.
Then there were the movies with your favorite movie star,
And nothing could compare to watching movies from your car.
Then there were the picnics at the peak of summer season,
Pack a lunch and find some trees and never need a reason.
Get a baseball game together with the friends you know,
Have real action playing ball and no game video.
Remember when the doctor used to be the family friend,
And didn’t need insurance or a lawyer to defend,
The way that he took care of you or what he had to do,
Because he took an oath and strived to do the best for you.
Remember going to the store and shopping casually,
And when you went to pay for it you used your own money.
Nothing that you had to slide or punch in some amount,
Remember when the cashier person had to really count?
Remember when we breathed the air it smelled so fresh and clean,
And chemicals were not used on the grass to keep it green.
The milkman and the bread man used to go from door to door,
And it was just a few cents more than going to the store.
“There are a few moments in your life when you are truly and completely happy, and you remember to give thanks. Even as it happens you are nostalgic for the moment, you are tucking it away in your scrapbook.”
A married couple was watching volleyball game at a beach when the wife spotted a couple in the bleachers. They were being very affectionate. The girl was running her hands all over the boyfriend and nibbling on his ear. He had his hands on her chest. Looking at them, the wife said to her husband “I don’t know whether to watch them or the game.”
Husband said, “Better watch them! You already know how to play volleyball.”
How many weeks are there in a light year?
A store manager overheard a clerk saying to a customer, “No, ma’am, we haven’t had any for some weeks now, and it doesn’t look as if we’ll be getting any again.” Alarmed by what was being said, the manager rushed over to the customer who was walking out the door and said, “That isn’t true, ma’am. Of course, we’ll have some soon. In fact, we placed an order for it a couple of weeks ago.”
Then the manager drew the clerk aside and growled, “Never, never, never, never say we don’t have something. If we don’t have it, say we ordered it and it’s on its way. Now, what was it she asked about?”
And the clerk said, “Muggings in the parking lot.”
Experience teaches us that there is a small but important difference between keeping your chin up and sticking your neck out.
A blonde is taking the driving portion of her driver’s license exam.
She handles most of the maneuvers quite well. However, she has a little trouble parallel parking, and winds up a about a foot from the curb.
“Could you get a little closer?” the examiner asks.
The blonde then unbuckles her seat belt and slides over toward the examiner and asks, “OK, sir. Now what?”
I almost had a psychic girlfriend but she left me before we met.
She said: Working as a court reporter, I hear to a lot of testimony that you won’t hear on LAW AND ORDER, including the following give-and-take between the judge and a mother during a paternity suit.
Judge: “Was this child born out of wedlock?”
Mother: “No, sir, just outside of Louisville.”
If you do your best while practicing kindness, if you appreciate what you have and enjoy the blessings in your life, if you care for your friends and family and if you realize that there is more right than wrong in your world than these will be your good old days tomorrow.
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
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