November 8, 2021
. “Wisdom is not a product of schooling but of the lifelong attempt to acquire it.”
I am still recovering from my Pneumonia but I am getting better. Tomorrow I haope to venture out fot the first time in more than a week to attend a veterns breakfast. While I am still a little under the weather I hopeto restart the Daily sometime this week. In the meantime here is another Daily for yesteryear.
Ray’s Daily first published on November 8, 2004
You may remember that a few weeks ago I groused a little bit about my things I want to do backlog. A Doctor friend of mine responded at the time that she had research material and other stuff all over her place and suffered from the same problem. Of course her work is important, so there is a difference. I told her I was thinking about throwing away all the magazines that have piled up, the books yet to read, the software that has gone unused, and all those other things that have become a burden so that I would be caught up for at least one day.
I decided this past weekend that I was going to do something about my backlog. I started in by skimming weeks of Newsweek, Time, and US News magazine issues. Once I started it dawned on me that every issue was dominated by articles about the upcoming elections. You know, who was doing what, what the polls said, what the trends were like, campaign strategies, and a whole lot more of the same. While there was some important information about some of the critical issues we face, they did not get nearly as much space as the political news. That got me to thinking about the reading that takes up so much of my time, and the guilt I feel when I am not reading everything on a timely basis. The result is that I have decided that reading about what might happen tomorrow changes nothing and if I wait until tomorrow I will find out what happened.
So why should I read speculation? Why should I read about things that are either of no great consequence or that I cannot influence in anyway? Don’t get me wrong, I still want to know what is behind the news of the war, what issues we will face tomorrow, how things work, in other words things to be learned, not things to be observed. That’s when it hit me; since I retired I have loaded my unstructured time with things that kept me from participating in things that might make a difference because I was spending so much time observing. Sitting back and observing might even lead to stagnation and true old age. Yes, I still want to learn, but so I understand, not so that I know useless facts and opinion.
So unless it is something to help me understand, or that I can influence, or about an issue close to my heart I will leave the observing to others, while I go out in the world to participate and play. I hope to see you there.
One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled with noble risks, is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry decorum, in which men steal through existence, like sluggish waters through a marsh, without either honor or observation.
Sir Walter Scott
Master Sergeant Alfie was a thirty-year Army veteran now assigned to a training battalion and tough as nails. He seemed to have no thought whatsoever about how others responded to his cut-and-dried military manner. One day he assembled the training battalion and announced, “Private Monroe, take one step forward.” Private Monroe took one step forward, and the sergeant bellowed, “Private Monroe. Report to the chaplain; your mother just died.” Monroe just crumbled and fainted dead away from shock. Later that day, the battalion commander chewed out the master sergeant: “You’re going to have to learn something about TACT.
You just can’t yell at a man and tell him his mother just died. The next time you’re called on for this duty, you’d better do it in a more compassionate way.” It just so happened that the very next day, another soldier’s mother died, and the MSGT assembled the troops again. “All you whose mother is living” he shouted, “take one step forward. NOT SO FAST, TAYLOR!”
“I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.”
There were three men at a bar. One man got drunk and started a fight with the other two men. The police came and took the drunk guy to jail.
The next day the man went before the judge. The judge asked the man, “Where do you work?”
The man said, “Here and there.”
The judge then asked the man, “What do you do for a living?”
The man said, “This and that.”
The judge then said, “Take him away.”
The man said, “Wait, judge when will I get out?”
The judge said, “Sooner or later.”
“Suicidal Blonde Twin Kills Sister By Mistake!”
A rather awkward freshman finally got up the nerve to ask a pretty junior for a dance at the homecoming.
She gave him the once-over and said, “Sorry, I won’t dance with a child.”
“Please forgive me,” responded the underclassman. “I didn’t realize you were pregnant.”
Preacher’s wife to preacher as he leaves for Sunday service:
Remember! Don’t call anyone a sinner until AFTER the collection.
The lady lawyer approached the jury box and began an eloquent plea for her client: “Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I want to tell you about this man. There’s so much to say that is good: he never beat his mother; he was always kind to little children; he never did a dishonest thing in his life; he has always lived by the golden rule; he is a model of everything decent, forthright, and honest. Everyone loves him and. . . “
Her client leaned over to a friend and said, “How do like her? I pay her good dough to defend me, and she’s telling the jury about some other guy.”
My wife dresses to kill. She also cooks the same way.
Two blondes are racing down a bumpy back road in a pretty beat up car down to a bank they’re going to rob.
“Drive slower,” pleads the one in the passenger seat, “I don’t want all the dynamite in the trunk to explode.”
“Relax,” the driver replies. “Even if it did, I’ve got a spare box under the passenger seat.”
“Happiness is good health and a bad memory.”
Mr. Smith was a traveling salesman and frequent flyer, so he was always very, VERY careful to mark his luggage so that no one would mistakenly take his bags. He always did this with bright ribbons and tape, so he was quite surprised to see his bags grabbed by a well-dressed man when he got to the luggage carousel.
Mr. Smith walked over to the fellow and pointed out the colored ribbons tied to the handle, and the fluorescent tape on the sides.
“I believe that luggage is mine. Were your bags marked like this?” he asked.
“Actually,” the man replied, “I was wondering who did this to my luggage.”
“Don’t worry,” a patient told his psychiatrist. “I’ll pay every cent I owe or my name isn’t Alexander the Great!”
Love is holding hands in the street. Marriage is holding arguments in the street
Love is dinner for 2 in your favorite restaurant. Marriage is Chinese take-out.
Love is cuddling on a sofa. Marriage is deciding on a sofa.
Love is talking about having children. Marriage is talking about getting away from children.
Love is losing your appetite. Marriage is losing your figure.
Love is a flickering flame. Marriage is a flickering television.
Love is 1 drink and 2 straws. Marriage is “Don’t you think you’ve had enough?!”
Speak softly and carry a cellular phone.
Morris had proposed to young Sarah, and was being interviewed by Sam, his prospective father-in-law.
“Do you think you are earning enough to support a family?” the older man asked Morris the suitor.
“Yes, sir,” replied Morris, “I’m sure that I am.”
“Think long and carefully now,” said Sarah’s father. “There are twelve of us…including Uncle Izzy”
“Some people are making such thorough plans for rainy days that they aren’t enjoying today’s sunshine.”
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