2018 December FROM MY PERSPECTIVE

                                           2018 December FROM MY PERSPECTIVE

It’s December already.  This year seems to have flown by.  I guess when you get older time seems to go quickly until you have an ache or pain and then it just seems to drag on.  Well, I don’t curse the aches and pains anymore because if I didn’t have one or the other, I’d think I was dead or had another body.

"Hi Aint Daisy.  How are you doing?"  I inquired.  "Come on up here and set a spell, chile," she said.  "Now, you asked me how I was doing.  Are you just saying that or do you mean it?  You know folks don't seem to really want to know.  I talked to a young'un a few days back.  They asked how I was and I told them.  With all the fake smilin' and wigglin' they did I was sure they weren't that interested.  So, I stopped tellin' 'em.  Now, I have a question for you, honey.  Do you want to know or are ya just talkin'?"  I knew it had bothered her.  "I truly want to know how you are because it lets me know there might be something I could do for you."  She smiled, leaned forward and patted my hand.  "Honey, it's folks like you that make us old folks appreciate your listening to your parents about how to treat people and talk to them.  Your parents done good on you, and you done good listening to them.  You see, a child's behavior and way of talkin' is most always a reflection on their up-bringin'."  I've always wanted to have my parents be proud of me even though they are no longer Earthly bound.  Aint Daisy confirmed they probably were.

A friend of mine had to have an IV line put into their arm.  My friend posted a picture of the site where the needle was inserted.  He gave a terrific description of what he thought it looked like.  “I felt as if they were drilling core samples to determine my age via growth rings”, was his comment.  I agreed with him.

My friend, Melodie, told me, “I have an old, loose, crown, in my mouth, and made an appointment to have it looked at. Talking with the hubz, as he was busy working on something, I mentioned that I hope the dentist doesn't find anything seriously wrong, and hoping it won't be too expensive. I'm too old to sell my body. He said, matter-of-factly, 'Yeah, I was kind of thinking that, too, and wondering if we can get about 4 bucks a pound.' OMG! He sure knows how to make a girl feel good. I'm pretty sure our ideas of 'selling my body' differ from one another, or, he just didn't hear me correctly. I left it at that. What a guy.”

I have a friend who is an associate pastor at a local church.  Every Tues. he asks, on a social media page, if there are any prayer requests.  Many respond.  Recently he took a picture of his Bible laying on top of his beagle, Betty.  She was totally content to have the book on her and appeared to be sleeping.  He referred to her as "Prayer Beagle who might be praying in tongues or snoring"…..he couldn't tell which.

Love is like quicksilver {mercury} in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays in the palm; clutch it, and it darts away. -Dorothy Parker, author (22 Aug 1893-1967)

A Marine walks into a confessional and says, “Forgive me Father for I have sinned.  Last night, I beat the ever living stuffing out of a flag burning, police hating, American hating person.”  The priest says, “My son, I am here to forgive your sins, not to discuss your community service.”

I saw this the other day and want to add my twist to it.  “Alcohol doesn’t solve problems, but neither does milk”…….unless you have a bag of Oreos or home made chocolate chip cookies.  The dipping of the cookies will help the milk solve your problems.  Chocolate cake will, too.

The older I get, The more I think…You only get a minute, better live while you're in it 'Cause it's gone in a blink.
And the older I get The truer it is---It's the people you love, not the money and stuff  That makes you rich.  And if they found a fountain of youth I wouldn't drink a drop and that's the truth; Funny how it feels I'm just getting to my best years yet.
The older I get The fewer friends I have, But you don't need a lot when the ones that you got Have always got your back; And the older I get The better I am At knowing when to give And when to just not give a damn.
And if they found a fountain of youth, I wouldn't drink a drop and that's the truth, Funny how it feels I'm just getting to my best years yet; The older I get.
And I don't mind all the lines From all the times I've laughed and cried; Souvenirs and little signs of the life I've lived.  The older I get, The longer I pray; I don't know why, I guess that I Got more to say; And the older I get
The more thankful I feel For the life I've had, and all the life I'm living still .

(My favorite line is the one I’ve underlined and put in bold.  It is so very true.)  Song and words by Alan Jackson

I was visiting my 9 year old grandson.  It was time to leave, so I asked him if I could give him a kiss good-bye.  He stood up and turned his cheek to receive my kiss.  Then, he wiped it off with his sleeve.  I said, “Are you wiping away my kiss?”  He quickly replied, “No, Gram.  I’m putting it on my sleeve so I can put it wherever I want to.”  So without anymore words, he put it on his forehead then on his heart.  I asked him why in those 2 places.  He said,  “On my forehead which is close to my brain so I can remember it, and on my heart because that’s where it goes.”  I melted.

My daughter-in-law was telling about an incident when she was 12 and her brother was 6.  She’d fallen and hit her head causing a laceration with bleeding.  Her brother called their mother at work and shouted, “Jessie’s fallen and hit her head.  It’s bleeding, and I can hear the air coming out, too.”

My grandson was telling about the deer hunt he and his dad, my son, had been on.  “Dad got a buck, but made it into a doe in the field.”

You can give without loving, but you can’t love without giving. 

Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa to you …... Trudy