This is a post for a friend of mine, who has been told he has to stop smoking by his doctor. He is a handsome, young man with a few health issues that can be controlled, but smoking works against him. I can only imagine how much harder it must be to stop against your will. This one is for you Eric 🙂
Didn’t we just recently have a prompt like that? And, what is wrong with my new friend that we can’t communicate?
We don’t have children, so I might not be able to spread the joy in the same way, but I hope from the bottom of my heart, that I will be playing in the mud just for the fun of it…later on, when I will be an old Lady.
I was a great student, loved school and was a fast learner. Went to the the highest school the Gymnasium, had good grades 1-2 (A-B) no drama at all…until I decided to learn English as well. I mastered Latin and Old Greek, spoke German and Italian from an early age on. English would be just a walk in the park, such a simple language…I had been told.
Dust if you must,
but it might be better,
to paint a picture or write a letter,
to bake a cake or plant a seed,
to ponder the gap between want and need.
I don’t know exactly why I do this, but whenever I have to say Goodbye to a beloved friend or family member, I buy a plant. Even for our four-legged family members. Sometimes for the outside, either a tree or a rosebush, often Orchids for the inside.
With friendly permission by Randy Vaincourt I am allowed to post his Father’s poem here on my blog and I am honored to do so as a reminder on Veteran’s Day. This is one of my favorites and I wish that EVERYBODY…EVERYWHERE would read this poem all the way through. Not just that, but spread the word…because it deserves it, although I concurs with my opinion about politician.
For the common Soldier and my Grandfather, who I never met…
“The clock of life is wound but once, and no man has the power, to tell just when the hands will stop, at late or early hour. Now is…
You all know I was a smoker and embraced that dreadful role,
until it hit me suddenly that I had no control.
My life was run by cigarettes, so firm was my conviction,
that something had to change -I had to cast out my addiction.
It is a little bit sad, but I don’t think children today and future generations will still know what an apron is. The principle use of Grandma’s apron was to protect her dress underneath, because she only had a few. It was also because it was easier to wash aprons than dresses and aprons used less material. But that’s not all…it was used for so many other things.