Advice on life ‘n other ponderous matters from sources other than campaigning folk, or from the sublime to the somber:
Rules for a safe and healthy life, according to the Old Farmer’s Almanac:
1) Dress warmly.
2) Fasten your seat belt.
3) Do not talk to the operator of the vehicle.
4) Cross between the yellow lines.
5) Shake well before using.
6) If pain persists, see a doctor.
7) Sit up straight.
8) Call your mother!
On freckles and wrinkles . . .
Grandma and her freckle-faced grandson were having a day together at the zoo. They began their day lined up with other people to have their cheeks painted with tiger paw images.
A cheeky older girl in the line said to the grandson, “What are you lined up for, you’ve got so many freckles there’s no place to paint.”
His face fell, though Grandma countered quickly saying, “I love your freckles. When I was a little girl I always wanted freckles. Freckles are beautiful.”
“Really?” he asked.
“Of course,” Grandma replied, “why just name one thing that’s prettier than freckles.”
Her grandson, destined surely to become a diplomat, or even more important, a kind and thoughtful man, peered intently into Grandma’s eyes, and softly whispered, “Wrinkles.”
Wrinkles and Thanksgiving . . .
We have a lot of wrinkles in our Canadian landscape certainly, in every aspect of our history, definitely, many which cannot be ironed out — they’re permanent and we must live with them.
Wrinkles in our halls of power you can count on, and like the young lad suggested, some wrinkles are beautiful, though not all fall into the category that wrinkles are where smiles once were.
We also have many men, women and children like that thoughtful young freckle-faced boy, and his grandmother walking around our land, people more concerned with others than with themselves, their ego and the almighty dollar.
In Canada we have much to be thankful for, and much we owe to those who’ve gone before, leaving us our bounty achieved through the muscle of their arm, their courage, their spirit, and their love.
And they wrapped it all in freedom. Freedoms we all too often take for granted, the free vote, a free press, freedom of religion, actually just freedom to roam and do as we will, make our own choices, and blaze our own trail.
Though in our current rush to curry favour with other peoples of the world we seem to rushing hell bent for election adopting their ways while diluting and neglecting the hard-fought freedoms and foundations we inherited from those who have gone before.
The real measure of your wealth is how much you’d be worth if you lost all your wealth. (Anonymous)
Never fear your CEO is here . . .
A secretary was leaving the office when she noticed the CEO of the company standing beside the paper shredder.
“Listen,” he said to her, “this is a very important document. Can you make this thing work?”
She turned on the machine and the paper went in smoothly. As she did this, the CEO said, “Great, I just need one copy.”
I wonder if he’s the one who got a big bonus for his “company knowledge and skills?”
A tip of the hat to all the candidates, right, left and centre, who let their names stand, and pounded the pavement further entrenching the practice of one of the freedoms we inherited and cherish.