If you don’t have a smile, I’ll give you one of mine. ~Author unknown
I think a very caring young person at one of the houses Monkey and I pass on our long walks must be familiar with this quotation.
If not, perhaps they’re just blessed with a happy personality and derive a sense of joy from making others smile.
Some people have a foolish way of not minding, or pretending not to mind, what they eat. For my part, I mind my belly very studiously, and very carefully; for I look upon it, that he who does not mind his belly will hardly mind anything else. ~Samuel Johnson, English writer
Call me strange, but I’ve spent decades minding what I eat.
Long before it became popular, my mom transitioned us to a heart-healthy menu that I continue to follow as an adult.
But over time, I’ve noticed there are several things I just can’t eat. Some upset my stomach; others I don’t care for for a variety of reasons.
Here are my five top problematic foods:
There are things that we don’t want to happen but have to accept, things we don’t want to know but have to learn, and people we can’t live without but have to let go. ~Author unknown
My mom went to the hospital a few weeks ago, suffering from unexplained dizziness.
That might not sound too serious, but when you’re as old as Mom, it could be, so they ran just about every test they could, yet they still have no diagnosis.
And that’s not the worst part.
Whatever else astronomy may or may not be who can doubt it to be the most beautiful of the sciences? ~Isaac Asimov, American writer and biochemistry professor
Venus (left) and Jupiter, early morning sky, May 1, 2022, looking east
I guess I’ve always been fascinated by outer space.
The stars and far away planets — and the possibility, slim though it might be, of life existing there — are the stuff of the science fiction books I immersed myself in as a youngster.
And while my reading preferences might have switched to mysteries, I still find myself looking up, up, up — daytime or night.
Who does not thank for little will not thank for much. ~Estonian proverb
The other day, Monkey and I were walking along when a truck pulled up beside us, slowed, and its window slid open.
‘I’ll give you $15 for that dog,’ said the stranger with a twinkle in his eye.
I thought about it for a half-second, then replied, ‘You know, there are days — like when I have to pick up this (and I showed him Monkey’s filled poop-bag) that I might take you up on that offer.’
We had a nice chuckle before he drove off.
The encounter left me pondering how much — or how little — we actually value things in our lives.
Things could be worse. Suppose your errors were counted and published every day, like those of a baseball player. ~Author unknown
Our symphonic band’s first concert of this year took place over the weekend and despite practicing, despite some of us being involved for four (or more) years, we finally found a way to crash and burn.
It was bound to happen, but it wasn’t pretty.
God gives us dreams a size too big so that we can grow in them. ~Author unknown
Sometimes growth and change happen in the smallest of ways. Ways nobody really notices.
Other times, the differences hit you like a load of bricks.
Most bloggers love when readers remind us to do an update on something we posted that piqued their interest. Something they wanted to fill in. “The rest of the story,” as it were.
This post will attempt to do just that.
It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend. ~William Blake, English poet and painter
I don’t know why we stayed friends as long as we did, but it’s my opinion some friendships are destined to die.
If the good Lord had wanted people to stay on the ground, he would have given us roots. ~Author unknown
What is this contraption? At first, I thought it was a parasail, but it doesn’t fit that definition. Then I guessed hang glider, but I think I’m wrong there, too. Finally, I hit on motor kite. Agree?
Today I’m playing something called Photo Shorts. The rules are simple: one photo, a brief written accompaniment, and must feel like fun. Fun is good, right? And we all can use more fun, especially at this hectic time of year. You can play as often as you like. Join us, why don’t you?
It takes hands to build a house, but only hearts can build a home. ~Author unknown
All day long.
Dreaming of the past,
When I was loved. Needed.
When I kept a family safe
From storms, robbers, and other ills.
Love and laughter filled my rooms, and I
Felt secure in fulfilling my purpose.
Now my family’s gone, and I sit alone.
My lawn untended; my paint peeling,
Grass in cracks, weeds overflowing.
Who will fix me up again?
Will someone please buy me?
Will someone love me?
I can give much!
Don’t let me
Note: Monkey and I pass this ranch-style house on our morning walks, and it never fails to sadden me. I hear the elderly owner passed away several years ago, long after his wife had died and their kids went to live out of state. A daughter came to look over (and, I assume, take what she wanted) after his death, but she hasn’t been back since. There’s no For Sale sign outside. This poem is a Double Etheree.