He opened the door and extended his hand. His shake definitely wasn’t a cold fish nor was it a vice. His grip was impersonal if there is such a thing. His hands felt dry and chalky. They weren’t the hard working or hard playing hands of a young man. These were manicured hands. The nails contained no polish, yet buffed to a high gloss.
“Come in.” His voice showed no sentiment at all. He was, I suppose 35 going on 60. Each word seemed handpicked as needed. Not one was wasted. Each served its purpose. Each syllable conceivably coming from a small daily allocation. This was apparent by how cautious he chose each.
I soon learned he spoke more contentedly with his hands. They appeared to be much more at ease than his constricted tongue. He touched my shoulder nonchalantly .It felt as if a feather had fallen on it.
“This way please.” His hand spoke, guiding me to the closed-door room. When we arrived, again as if deprived of speech he opened both doors and gestured me in the direction of the casket. I could feel his feather like hand on my shoulder. He must have supposed without some coaxing, I might turn and run.
I was now contemplating what my mother was once. I examined her like a cast-off coat placed gently in the closet for its last time. My mother had gone on leaving only this old worn garment behind for us to morn.
I noticed the feather light hand was no longer on my shoulder. I looked around and saw the death merchant now standing quietly in the back of the room. His hands were now hushed each holding tightly to the other.
I chose to look over my shoulder at the merchant since it was less painful than looking down. He stood there with his pale skin and pale gray suite on staring at his own feet with his pale gray eyes. I still knew that by some means he was watching me. Maybe I was a reflection in his highly polished shoes.
Throughout the next hour or so, he was there but never there. I never heard him speak, yet when the time come to move I felt his feather light fingers.
This merchant of death gave me no contentment. This death merchant took none from me.
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Christmas Love Notes
December 18, 2012I am not much on sharing my personal life on the blog. Today I feel in the Christmas spirit so I will.
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Hi Sweetheart, I am sorry about getting into an argument about putting up the Holiday lights. I guess that sometimes I feel like you are pushing me too hard when you want something. I realize that I was wrong and I am apologizing for being such a hard-headed guy. All I want is for you to be happy and be able to enjoy the holiday season. Nothing brightens the holidayspirit like holiday lights! I took the time to hang the lights for you today; and now I will be off to the hockey rink. Again, I am very sorry for the way I acted yesterday. I’ll be home later. Love you gary Hi Honey, I love you too! Pam |
SOLAR FLARES AND OBAMA CARE
July 13, 2012
I can’t say I know enough about Obama Care to say that I dislike it. With this said though my common sense tells me any thing the government get involved in will end badly.
I think of the camel sticking his noise in the tent. If he isn’t stopped he will shortly have his whole body in. The same with government and my life.
First they regulate just a little of what you are doing and soon they have taken over.
I base this on my own personal experience. I could write for hours on how screwd up the fed is but you most likely have heard it before. Good example though. NASA says to expect a possible large sunspoot. NOAH on the other hand says it is nothing to worry about.
Another example follows about two doctors. You might find this of interest. Especially if you like Obama Care.
Two patients limp into two different medical clinics with the same complaint. Both have trouble walking and appear to require hip surgery.
The FIRST patient is examined within the hour, is x-rayed the same day
and has a time booked for surgery the following week.
The SECOND sees his family doctor after waiting 3 weeks for an
appointment, then waits 8 weeks to see a specialist, then gets an x-ray, which isn’t
reviewed for another week and finally has his surgery scheduled for 6
months from then pending the review boards decision on his age and remaining
value to society.
Why the different treatment for the two patients?
The FIRST is a Golden Retriever taken to a vet. The SECOND is a Senior
Citizen on Obama care…
In November if he and his Czars get another term we’ll all have to find a
good vet.
July 5, 2012
FIVE HORSES IS HER NAME
This is too beautiful not to share!
Five Horses Is Her Name
This is mythical and deep.
Truly beautiful…
A man asked an American Indian what was his wife’s name.
He replied, “She is called Five Horses”.
The man said, “That’s an unusual name for your wife.
What does it mean?”
The Old Indian answered,
“It old Indian Name. It mean…
NAG, NAG, NAG, NAG, NAG!
ALL ABOARD
June 30, 2012
All Aboard
This Train Is Bound For “?”
When yet I was still a baby, my mother pulled me from her breast.
She handed me to the conductor. Who said, “I’ll take care of the rest.”
I remember the words of my mother, “It is your life baby do your best.”
The conductor smiled and said, “I can look at this one he will pass the test.”
He then told my mother, “Get on with your life, you have other stops to make.
This one you have given for me to take.”
I waited quietly and soon from the station my train pulled out.
With the sudden jerk and moan it caused me to begin to pout.
The conductor shouted,
“Hush it only takes a while to learn to do without!”
At the beginning, the old train moved very slow.
Occasionally, I would hear the whistle blow.
The powerful engine had many cars in tow.
Time passed, and I was crawling to and fro.
I didn’t know it at the time but the train of life starts with many cars in tow.
However, with the passing of years one by one, it loses its tow.
As a boy for the very first time I saw it snow.
Still the massive train was under such a duress it had to strain to move even slow.
I ask the conductor, “Why do we have to move at such a snail pace, always going so slow.”
He smiled, “My boy a life time is a massive tow.
Fear not though soon we will be moving faster.”
As always, he was right, and soon time had become my master.
As a middle-age man I peered out the windows to see where I cast my seed.
I sighed and thought, “I should have pulled more weed.
“
Then as an old man I cried out to the conductor, “Can’t you slow this damnation speed.”
He ignores me and announces in a loud voice, “Final stop just a head”
With a moan, I shouted, “What do you mean final stop just ahead?”
“It’s the end my friend, right around the next bend.”
He looked at me, “Now, now don’t you pout!
After all you choose this route.”
As we rounded the next curve I once again peered out the window to find all the cars other than mine had vanished. Over the years, they had one by one dropped off.
I turned to speak to the conductor my life-long companion. To my amazement, he was no longer about.
At last, it was only me to face this final bout.
Then the train passed into a dark tunnel.
Out the window I squinted my eyes attempting to look my best.
Suddenly, there was a light I had passed the test.
THE GAY COOKIE
June 28, 2012
Alright, once again I find myself confused. This time it is about the so-called gay cookie. Tell you the truth, I didn’t know cookies had sexual preferences.
It seems as if Oreo decided to bake a cookie to celebrate gays. First allow me to say, Oreo owns their ovens and their cookie dough, so I suppose they can bake anything they like.
What I can’t imagine is why they would slap so many people in the face. Call them homophobic, haters or whatever. I call them customers. Are the gays and their supporters going to eat more cookies now just to make up the lost in the market? I doubt it.
I am in the car business. What if I ran an ad celebrating my love of fat women. Of course, I would show a picture of an old Lincoln. I would choose this car because it would be big just like them. This whole idea would be stupid. In this case, it would be an insult to BBW as well as much of my other clientele.
Same applies to a gay cookie. Say that they simply ran off 30% of the customers. To me that is a stupid move.
First thing you are taught when you’re getting into sales. Never talk about religion or politics and avoid sports at all cost. If you don’t you will loose way more sales than you make every time.
Still maybe I got this wrong. After all I have a small car lot, and they control most of the cookie business in the world. I will end this as I started.
I am confused.
ggs
7%
February 28, 2012To good not t o pass on.
I JUST LIKE THIS……
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Written by
a 90 year old
This is something we should all
read at least once a week!!!!! Make sure you read to the end!!!!!!
Written by Regina Brett, 90 years old,
of the Plain Dealer, Cleveland , Ohio
“To celebrate growing older, I once wrote the 45 lessons life taught
me. It is the most requested column I’ve ever written.
My odometer rolled over to 90 in August, so here is the column once
more:
1. Life isn’t fair, but it’s still good.
2. When in
doubt, just take the next small step.
3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.
4. Your job won’t take care of you when you are sick. Your friends and
parents will. Stay in touch.
5. Pay off your credit cards every month.
6. You don’t have to win every argument. Agree to disagree .
7. Cry with someone. It’s
more healing than crying alone.
8. It’s OK to get angry with God. He can take it.
9. Save for retirement starting with your first paycheck.
10. When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.
11. Make peace with your past so it won’t screw up the present.
12. It’s OK to let your children see you cry.
13. Don’t compare your life to others. You have no idea what their
journey is all about.
14. If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn’t be in it.
15. Everything can change in the blink of an eye. But
don’t worry; God never blinks.
16. Take a deep
breath . It calms the mind.
17. Get rid of anything that isn’t useful, beautiful or joyful.
18. Whatever doesn’t kill you really does make you stronger.
19. It’s never too late to have a happy childhood. But the second one
is up to you and no one else.
20. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don’t take no
for an answer.
21. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie.
Don’t save it for a special occasion. Today is special.
22. Over prepare, then go with the flow.
23. Be eccentric now. Don’t wait for old age to wear purple.
24. The most important sex organ is the brain.
25. No one is in charge of your happiness but you.
26. Frame every so-called disaster with these words ‘In five years,
will this matter?’
27. Always choose life.
28. Forgive everyone everything.
29. What other people think of you is none of your business.
30. Time heals almost everything. Give time time.
31. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.
32. Don’t take yourself so seriously. No one else does.
33. Believe in miracles.
34. God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you
did or didn’t do.
35. Don’t audit life. Show up and make the most of it now.
36. Growing old beats the alternative — dying young.
37. Your children get only one childhood.
38. All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.
39. Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting
everywhere.
40. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else’s,
we’d grab ours back.
41. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.
42. The best is yet to come…
43. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.
44. Yield.
45. Life isn’t tied with a bow, but it’s still a gift.”
Its estimated 93% won’t forward this. If you are one of the 7% who will,
forward this with the title ’7%’.
I’m in the 7%. Friends are the family that we choose.
