Posts Tagged ‘Perspective’

Not Out Of The (Flooded) Woods Quite Yet

November 10, 2020

My son: It’s important to remember that the flooding is even higher for some people, so it could have been a lot worse here!

Me: That is absolutely true! But if we continue to get more rain before the waters have time to recede, it could still get worse here.

And Sometimes It’s A Hard-Won Peace

October 21, 2020

With voting, as with much of life in general, sometimes you have to make peace with the fact that you don’t want to have to deal with this ****, then go deal with it.

Story Of My Life, Really

October 5, 2020

“It sounds like you live in Hell,” was someone’s response today to my describing what living in South Florida can be like.

“For some people, yes,” I conceded, “but not for me.”

This Is My LEAST Dark Thought Today

September 23, 2020

I don’t mind getting older, but I do mind watching more and more people that deserved more time and a better life not get either.

Because I Know It’s Usually Not

September 22, 2020

At this point in my life I have just enough experience doing various repairs/replacements that my first question is always, “Is this going to be as simple as it should be?”.

Or Maybe Somebody’s Crystal Ball Was REALLY Clear One Day In 1951

September 18, 2020

Since the theme of the week around here has predominately been about “perspective,” here’s a note to end on:

It can be a somewhat impersonal fact to note that a book has an original copyright date of 1951, but it adds a little more flavor to note that that it lists all the Presidents of the United States from George Washington to the then current President Eisenhower. (I’m presuming even though it doesn’t say, that this book is a slightly later printing that the original copyright date since Eisenhower didn’t take office until 1953.)

Something Inspired By Today’s History Lesson

September 17, 2020

One person’s “I invaded this country annually for eighteen years until they learned to give me the respect (i.e., tribute) I feel is my due,” is another person’s “For eighteen years this idiot told us he had ‘conquered’ us and that we ‘owed’ him something, and for eighteen years we disagreed.”

Something That Came Out Of A Conversation With My Son This Morning

September 2, 2020

Frequently the “boring” stuff is also the most important stuff.

This Is An Amalgam Of A Couple Of True Stories I Know

August 19, 2020

One story that came out of the conversation with my son that I referenced yesterday was the following:

A proper and God-fearing Southern woman is told by her doctor that she needs to start drinking a glass of wine in the evening for her health.

“I can’t do that!” the woman protested. “Drinking is a sin!”

Sighing, the doctor explained that while she could write her a prescription for something else, the side-effects would be serious, and she strongly recommended the evening glass of wine, and suggested the woman discuss the matter with her minister before making her decision.

So the woman explains the situation to her minister, and when she’s done, the minister nods. “So, if I understand correctly,” he said slowly, “a glass of wine in the evening would help you, but you’re concerned about the consequences.”

“Exactly!” the woman replied. “I’m a proper, God-fearing woman! What would people think if I started drinking, particularly at my age?”

The minister nodded again. “I understand. I’m a God-fearing man myself. I grew up in this town and in this church, same as you; I consider the well-being of my flock, physical and spiritual, as one of my highest concerns, and I believe the same is true of God. So as His representative and as a shepherd of your soul, I’m advising you to drink the damn wine and to Hell with what people think.”

So It’s The Exception, Not The Rule

July 24, 2020

“I’m attending a virtual meeting in an advisory capacity this afternoon,” L’s Mother told me this morning.

“Meaning,” I chuckled, “that if they already agree with you, your input is valued and appreciated, and if they don’t agree with you, they didn’t have to listen to you anyway. Is that it?”

“Well . . . not this time . . .” L’s Mother admitted.