“Ah! There is nothing like staying at home, for real comfort.”
I decided that today I am not going to think too much, do more that I have to do and just devote the time to being my wife’s companion. Of course I will do what must be done, after all we have to eat and I may even dream some but not too much. So I am just going to send you a poem that offers insight on how we can live happier lives rather than my usual blurb.
By Priscilla Leonard
Forget each kindness that you do
As soon as you have done it.
Forget the praise that falls to you
The moment you have won it.
Forget the slander that you hear
Before you can repeat it.
Forget each slight, each spite, each sheer
Wherever you may meet it.
Remember every kindness done
To you, whate’er its measure.
Remember praise by others won
And pass it on with pleasure.
Remember every promise made
And keep it to the letter.
Remember those who lend you aid
And be a grateful debtor.
Remember all the happiness
That comes your way in living.
Forget each worry and distress;
Be hopeful and forgiving.
Remember good, remember truth,
Remember Heaven’s above you,
And you will find, through age and youth,
True joys and hearts to love you.
We will be more successful in all our endeavors if we can let go of the habit of running all the time, and take little pauses to relax and re-center ourselves. And we’ll also have a lot more joy in living.
Thich Nhat Hanh
A small polar bear and his dad were walking along the ice cap when the son poked his dad and asked, “Dad, are you a real polar bear?”
“Yes son, I’m a real polar bear.”
They proceeded across the ice cap and before long the son again poked his dad and asked, “Dad, I mean are you a real polar bear?”
His dad responded, “Yes! I’m a real polar bear!”
They again started across the ice cap and about 15 minutes later the small polar bear poked his dad and asked, “Is Mom a real polar bear?”
His dad a bit puzzled answered, “Yes son, your mother’s a real polar bear!”
And again they began walking across the polar ice. Well, after a short time the small bear again poked his dad once again and asked, “Dad, are you sure Mom’s a real polar bear; I mean she doesn’t have any mixed bear in her, or anything?”
Dad, a bit aggravated said, “Your Mom is a real polar bear, and that’s it. Why do you keep asking me these questions about us being real polar bears?”
With that the small polar bear shyly looked up at his Dad and said, “Because I’m cold!”
“The mind is not a vessel to be filled but a fire to be kindled.”
Some Classic Lines from Dear Abby’s syndicated newspaper advice column…
- Dear Abby, I was married to Bill for three months and I didn’t know he drank until one night he came home sober.
- Dear Abby, I suspected that my husband had been fooling around, and when I confronted him with the evidence he denied everything and said it would never happen again.
- Dear Abby, I have a man I never could trust. He cheats so much on me I’m not even sure this baby I’m carrying is his.
- Dear Abby, I joined the Navy to see the world. I’ve seen it. Now how do I get out?
- Dear Abby, Our son was married in January. Five months later his wife had a ten-pound baby girl. They said the baby was premature. Tell me, can a baby this big be that early? Signed, Wondering. – Dear Wondering. The baby was on time, the wedding was late. Forget it.
- Dear Abby, I have always wanted to have my family history traced, but I can’t afford to spend a lot of money to do it. Any suggestions? Signed, Sam – Dear Sam, Yes. Run for public office.
People say that hard work never killed anybody, but did you ever know anybody who rested to death?
George Burns told a story about cheating on his wife once during their marriage. He kept it to himself, but he felt so bad that he bought Gracie a beautiful diamond bracelet. Finally, after several years had gone by, he confessed to Gracie about his indiscretion.
She said, “I know. I was hoping you’d do it again. I wanted a ring to match.”
Kids today don’t know how easy they have it. When I was young, I had to walk 9 feet through shag carpeting to change the TV channel.
Every morning for years, at about 11:30, the telephone operator in a small Sierra-Nevada town received a call from a man asking the exact time. One day the operator summed up nerve enough to ask him why the regularity.
“I’m foreman of the local sawmill,” he explained. “Every day I have to blow the whistle at noon so I call you to get the exact time.”
The operator giggled, “That’s really funny,” she said. “All this time we’ve been setting our clock by your whistle.
“Each person deserves a day away in which no problems are confronted, no solutions searched for. Each of us needs to withdraw from the cares which will no withdraw from us.”
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
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