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Ray’s Daily

January 5, 2023

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A person can stand almost anything except a succession of ordinary days.

Johann Wolfgang Von Goeth

Ray’s Daily first published on January 5, 2005

As you know I really retired for good this last time, after years of retiring and un-retiring. Since then I have found things were not as I expected. All this talk of leisure and freedom are a myth, at least in my case. Once you start to see contemporaries pass on you start to question your own immortality and how you will spend the time that is left. That fact, coupled with a lifetime of saved up things to learn and things to do, makes it mandatory that we don’t wait to get on with the rest of our life. Even though there is much to do, more than  will ever get done, it can be the best time of our life. In my case I also find that I have the freedom not to conform. While there is still some value in not making too much an ass of myself, if for no other reason than to spare friends and loved ones embarrassment, I find that there is a lot to be said for letting yourself go.

My advice to anyone who has yet to reach their golden years is, don’t wait! There is so much to learn and so much to do that you may not get time to do it all if you don’t start soon.

For those of you who are already in the midst of your golden years, I hope you are having as much fun as I am. If not, shame on you. If you are, let’s play! And oh by the way, the naps are great!

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It was the first day of school; many new teachers and even more new students, filled the building quickly. As the principal made his rounds to check in on each class, he heard a terrible commotion coming from one of the classrooms down the hall. He quickly rushed down the corridor, opened the door where he heard the noise coming from, & walked in. Right away he spotted one boy, taller than the others, who seemed to be making the most noise.  Despite the boy’s reluctance to move, the principal seized the lad, dragged him to the hall, and told him to wait there until he was excused. No and’s, if’s, or but’s about it! Returning to the classroom, the principal restored order and then proceeded to lecture the class for half an hour about the importance of good behavior.

“Now,” he said,” are there any questions before I leave?”

“One girl stood up timidly.  “Please sir,” she asked, “May we have our teacher back?”

“Well, I don’t see why not.”  Looking around the class, he says, “And…just…. where… exactly… is your teacher?”

“He’s the one out in the hall, sir.”

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I find that a great part of the information I have was acquired by looking up something and finding something else on the way.

Franklin P. Adams

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This speaks a lot about the quality of Japanese products and their standards:

They’re still laughing about this at IBM.  Apparently the computer giant decided to have some parts manufactured in Japan as a trial project.  In the specifications, they stated that they will only accept three defective parts per 10,000.

When the delivery came in there was an accompanying letter.  It said, “We Japanese had a hard time understanding North American business practices. But the three defective parts per 10,000 have been separately manufactured and have been included in the consignment.  Hope this pleases you.”

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Live your life so that when you die, you’re the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying.

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Two men sank into adjacent train seats after a long day in the city.

One asked the other, “Your son go back to college yet?”

“Two days ago.”

“Hmm. Mine’s a senior this year, so it’s almost over.

In May, he’ll be an engineer.”

“What’s your boy going to be when he gets out of college?”

“At the rate he’s going, I’d say he’ll be about thirty.”

“No, I mean what’s he taking in college?”

“He’s taking every penny I make.”

“Doesn’t he burn the midnight oil enough?”

“He doesn’t get in early enough to burn the midnight oil.”

“Well, has sending him to college done anything at all?”

“Sure has! It’s totally cured his mother of bragging about him!”

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She asked me, What Do You Call A Woman That Works Like A Man??

Her answer was, a Lazy Bitch.

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An airplane pilot dies at the controls. He goes to Hell. The devil takes him to the ‘newly arrived’ area. There are three doors, marked 1, 2, and 3. The devil tells the pilot that he is going to get to choose his own hell, but first, the devil has to take care of something first, and disappears.

The curious pilot looks behind door number one. He sees a pilot going through flight checks for all eternity. He looks behind door number two, and he sees a pilot that forever finds himself trying to resolve emergency situations. He looks behind the last door, and sees a Captain being waited on hand and foot by scantily-clad stewardesses.

The devil returns just as the pilot gets back to his waiting position. He offers the pilot a choice of door number one or two.

The pilot says, “I wanted door number three!”

“Sorry,” replies the devil, “that’s ‘flight attendant’s hell’.”

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Don’t borrow trouble.  Be patient and you’ll soon have some of your own.

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Carolyn shares more of her household hints:

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

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 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 don’t disturb cobwebs because…  I want every creature to have a home of their own.

I don’t Spring Clean because…  I love all the seasons and don’t want the others to get jealous.

I don’t pull weeds in the garden because…  I don’t want to get in God’s way, he is an excellent designer.

I don’t put things away because.  My husband will never be able to find them again.

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

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The great thing about living in a small town is that when you don’t know what you’re doing, someone else does.

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A magician calls a man up on stage, hands him a mallet, and instructs the guy to hit him as hard as possible on the head.

The magician then proceeds to put his head down on a wooden block.

The man shrugs his shoulders and pounds him hard.

Three years later, the magician wakes up from a coma in the hospital and goes…. “Taa-Daa!”

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When the door of happiness closes, another opens,

But often times we look so long at the closed door that we don’t see the one which has been opened for us.

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Happy New Year

Ray’s Daily

January 4, 2023

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With my failing eyesight I am finding it too difficult to create a new Daily so I will send you reprints from the past 23 years when I can. Stay well and Happy New Year.

Ray

Ray’s Daily first published on January 4, 2005

So, how has 2005 been for you so far? I hope you remembered that there is plenty for us to do this month. After all It is:

  • Be On-Purpose Month. Since I will be cruising for part of the month I don’t think this one is possible.
  • Barbecue Month. Oh sure, now they tell me, the grill is outside bundled-up for the winter.
  • Date Your Mate Month. I assume this means my wife and not a buddy of mine.
  • National Retail Bakers Month. Here is another one; it is also National Prune the Fat Month, I wish they would make up their mind.
  • National Yours, Mine and Ours Month. OK you tell me, what is ours?
  • Prevention of Cruelty to Your Money Month. I promise you if you send me some I will treat it kindly.

If that was not enough it is also Get Out Your Boxer Shorts Day, National Trivia Day, and Short People Day. So, who was the midget in his underwear?

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WARNING: Humor may be hazardous to your illness.

Ellie Katz

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A Western Buddhist woman was in India, studying with her teacher. She was riding with another woman friend in a rickshaw-like carriage, when they were attacked by a man on the street. In the end, the attacker only succeeded in frightening the women, but the Buddhist woman was quite upset by the event and told her teacher so. She asked him what she should have done – what would have been the appropriate, Buddhist response.

The teacher said very simply, “You should have very mindfully and with great compassion whacked the attacker over the head with your umbrella.”

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Stress is when you wake up screaming and then you realize you haven’t fallen asleep yet.

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Dear Diary… For my birthday present this year, Phil (the dear) purchased a week of personal training at the local health club for me. Although I am still in great shape since playing on my high school softball team (let’s say over 30 years ago and leave it at that), I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try.

I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainer I’ll call Bruce, who identified himself as a 26 year old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and swim wear. Phil seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started. The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.

Monday:

Started my day at 6:00am. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Bruce waiting for me. He is something of a Greek God – with blond hair, dancing eyes and a dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!!

Bruce gave me a tour and showed me the machines. He took my pulse after five minutes on the treadmill. He was alarmed that my pulse was so fast, but I attribute it to standing next to him in his Lycra aerobic outfit. I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which he conducted his aerobics class after my workout today. Very inspiring. Bruce was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time he was around. This is going to be a FANTASTIC week!

Tuesday:

I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door. Bruce made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air –then he put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile. Bruce’s rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT!! It’s a whole new life for me.

Wednesday:

The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying on the toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn’t try to steer or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot. Bruce was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other club members. His voice is a little too perky for early in the morning and when he scolds, he gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying. My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Bruce put me on the stair monster. Why the hell would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators? Bruce told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. He said some other crap too.

Thursday:

Bruce was waiting for me with his vampire-like teeth exposed as his thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn’t help being a half an hour late, it took me that long to tie my shoes. Bruce took me to work out with dumbbells. When he was not looking, I ran and hid in the men’s room. He sent Lars to find me, then, as punishment, put me on the rowing machine — which I sank.

Friday:

I hate that bastard Bruce more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic little cheerleader. If there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat him with it. Bruce wanted me to work on my triceps. I don’t have any triceps! And if you don’t want dents in the floor, don’t hand me the *@*#$ barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich. (Which I am sure you learned in the sadist school you attended and graduated magna cum laude from.)

The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher. Why couldn’t it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir director?

Saturday:

Bruce left a message on my answering machine in his grating, shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing him made me want to smash the machine with my planner. However, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the *$@# Weather Channel.

Sunday:

I’m having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year Phil (the Beast) will choose a gift for me that is fun — like a root canal or a hysterectomy.

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Getting people to like you is the other side of liking them.

Norman Vincent Peale

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For thirty years, Johnson had arrived at work at 9 A.M., on the dot. He had never missed a day and was never late. Consequently, when on one particular day 9 A.M. passed without Johnson’s arrival, it caused a sensation. All work ceased and the boss himself, looking at his watch and muttering, came out into the corridor. Finally, precisely at ten, Johnson showed up, clothes dusty and torn, his face scratched and bruised, his glasses bent.

He limped painfully to the time clock, punched in, and said, aware that all eyes were upon him, “I tripped and rolled down two flights of stairs in the subway. Nearly killed myself.”

The boss said, “And to roll down two flights of stairs took you an entire hour?”

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May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, enough hope to make you happy.

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A friend and I were lunching at a sidewalk cafe in Huntington Beach, CA. Our waitress looked like a real surfer girl:  athletic with a great tan and blond hair. Mulling over the menu, my friend asked her if the roast beef was rare.

The waitress gave us a long blank look, and then replied, “Well, no.  We have it, like, just about every day.”

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“I saw a woman wearing a sweatshirt with ‘Guess’ on it.  I said, ‘Thyroid problem?'”

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A little boy took his dog on a “take your pet to school” day. There were prizes for the smallest, the prettiest, the cutest, and the smartest pet. Determined that his dog win a prize, the boy put his pet through a whole series of tricks.

Finally the boy turned to the dog and asked, “Mindy, how much is two plus two minus four?”

The dog sat quietly, making no sound, remaining still and silent.

“Right!” exclaimed the boy.

His dog won first prize.

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Don’t go for looks; they can deceive.

Don’t go for wealth; even that fades away.

Go for someone who makes you smile because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright.

Find the one that makes your heart smile.

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Management is not responsible for duplicates from previous dailies. The editor is somewhat senile.

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