January 23, 2018
Life is about growing and improving and getting better.
The good news I am recovering, While I slept in a chair I slept fairly well. Still not up to doing a new daily so we again will visit the archives.
Ray’s Daily first published on January 23, 2004
I’m off early this morning to have breakfast with an old colleague from New York who is in town for a meeting. Getting together for an hour or so is important to me as now that I appear to be really retired, we may never meet again, at least face-to-face. I think what we become is often due to the results of our friendships and their impact on our thoughts and even our lives. It is sad how often we fail to tell friends all they have given to us until it is too late to do so.
In a slightly different vein I lunched with another close friend this week and our conversation drifted into a discussion about someone we both hold in high regard. Our talk centered on the decisions and judgments our friend is making in his professional life. We got into the fact that we all have a tendency to see the world only from where we stand and that this may be having undue influence on his decisions. We all have a lifetime of experiences, developed tastes, observations, and even prejudices that I believe often have too much influence on what we do or say. As an example it drives me up the wall when a politician says “The American People want…” as if they are capable of speaking for all of us. How many times have we slipped into subjective judgmental comments such as the restaurants special is lousy, or the movie stinks, as if everyone shares our tastes. I often feel that one of the greatest problems we face in the world today is that those in power, base their decisions on what worked for them a generation ago and don’t understand the changes that have gone on in society since.
I remember lunching in Rome years ago at a restaurant that served Lasagna, to those of us who were touring together, when I heard a fellow traveler complain that “the Italians don’t know how to make Lasagna.” Judging others, the world and all it has to offer, by only our own subjective view is not only somewhat arrogant, but of even greater importance is a sure way to miss out on so much of what makes life interesting and worthwhile. It seems to me that just knowing that how we feel and what we do is filtered by seeing the world only from where we stand is enough for us to open our minds to more. And you know what? Standing in a different spot once in awhile can be an adventure and even fun.
The less routine the more life.
Amos Bronson Alcott
Today at the drugstore, the clerk was a gent.
From my purchase this chap took off ten percent.
I asked for the cause of a lesser amount;
And he answered, “Because of the Seniors Discount.”
I went to McDonald’s for a burger and fries;
And there, once again, got quite a surprise.
The clerk poured some coffee which he handed to me.
He said, “For you, Seniors, the coffee is free.”
Understand—I’m not old—I’m merely mature;
But some things are changing, temporarily, I’m sure.
The newspaper print gets smaller each day,
And people speak softer–can’t hear what they say.
My teeth are my own (I have the receipt),
And my glasses identify people I meet.
Oh, I’ve slowed down a bit…not a lot, I am sure.
You see, I’m not old…I’m only mature.
The gold in my hair has been bleached by the sun.
You should see all the damage that chlorine has done.
Washing my hair has turned it all white,
But don’t call it gray…saying “blond” is just right.
My car is all paid for…not a nickel is owed.
Yet a kid yells, “Old duffer…get off of the road!”
My car has no scratches…not even a dent.
Still I get all that guff from a punk who’s “Hell bent.”
My friends all get older…much faster than me.
They seem much more wrinkled, from what I can see.
I’ve got “character lines,” not wrinkles…for sure,
But don’t call me old…just call me mature.
The steps in the houses they’re building today
Are so high that they take…your breath all away;
And the streets are much steeper than ten years ago.
That should explain why my walking is slow.
But I’m keeping up on what’s hip and what’s new,
And I think I can still dance a mean boogaloo.
I’m still in the running…in this I’m secure,
I’m not really old … I’m only mature.
“The thing that impresses me the most about America is the way parents obey their children.”
King Edward VIII
After being laid off from five different jobs in four months, my Uncle Joe was hired by a warehouse. But one day he lost control of a forklift and drove it off the loading dock. Surveying the damage, the owner shook his head and said he’d have to withhold 10 percent of Uncle Joe’s wages to pay for the repairs.
“How much will it cost?” asked my uncle.
“About $4,500,” said the owner.
“What a relief!” exclaimed Uncle Joe. “I’ve finally got job security!”
Always read stuff that will make you look good if you die in the middle of it.
A pretty woman, carrying a stack of boxes from a shopping spree, was walking down the street when all of a sudden a strong wind lifts her skirt. The hillbilly standing nearby just looked and smiled.
The woman snaps at him, “Well, I can see that you’re no gentleman!”
The hillbilly replies, “And I kin see you ain’t one, neither!”
A computer DOES save time at work. Now I can play solitaire without having to spend all that time shuffling real cards.
No man can ever be noble who thinks meanly or contemptuously of himself, and no man can ever be noble who thinks first and only of himself.
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