Tuesday, April 2, 2019

2019 April FROM MY PERSPECTIVE


                            April 2019 FROM MY PERSPECTIVE

I was sitting in a little town cafĂ© having a delicious piece of homemade pie…..crust and all the filling was made right there.  There was a table of older gentlemen close to me and another table of people not far from us.  The gentlemen told of their childhoods, good one-liner jokes, what their parents’ had shared with them, and so much more.  They tried to out talk each other which manifested into a bit more loudness than the other table of patrons liked.  The waitress stopped to listen to one of them complain, then went to the table of gentlemen to mention they needed to get a little bit quieter.  The men all got up, left generous tips on the table for the gal, paid their bill and left.  She came to me and started to apologize for their loudness.  I stopped her in mid-sentence with, “There is no need to apologize for them.  They are walking history which is not found in any book.  I enjoyed them and their memories---I even learned some things, too.”  This goes right along with what Chief Dan George, a chief of the Tsleil-Waututh Nation, a Coast Salish band, observed:  “If the young will listen, the old will talk and share.”

The poem DO NOT ASK ME TO REMEMBER, which is all about someone with a memory robbing condition,   caught my eye.  Do not ask me to remember, Don’t try to make me understand, Let me rest and know you’re with me, Kiss my cheek and hold my hand.  I’m confused beyond your concept, I am sad and sick and lost.  All I know is that I need you To be with me at all cost.  Do not lose your patience with me, Do not scold or curse or cry.  I can’t help the way I’m acting, Can’t be different though I try.  Just remember that I need you, That the best of me is gone, Please don’t fail to stand beside me, Love me ’til my life is done.  – Owen Darnell”  I have a dear friend who is in the throws of dementia. It is progressive and heart-breaking. These words ring so true. I had someone ask me why I do so much for her. I told them, "Although the facility in which she lives is good and accommodating to her needs, she needs to have more than family interact with her. She needs a friend with whom she's been with for a long time. She has told me, 'You are my memory when I don't have it. You keep me grounded.'  I told her, ‘I will be your memory.’ That is why I do what I do, and I love her." The questioner was silent. I smiled.

Sitting on the porch with Aint Daisy I struck up a conversation about important ancestors.  “Sally June tells me she’s related to some famous person of the past.  She even indicated in a covert way that she should be treated better than any other.  Aint Daisy, she is so nasty to so many people, doesn’t have many kind words to say, and is very ‘uppity’.  I think it’s because she says she’s related to that famous person.”  Aint Daisy just rocked in her favorite chair.  “Sally June can tell all she wants about being related to that DEAD, famous person.  It doesn’t matter who it is.  What’s important is the way you treat others and how you make them feel. That is what they’ll remember------not what DEAD famous person you are related to.”

My friend has a female beagle.  He got her from a rescue organization where she charmed everyone.  He is crazy about her.  He calls her, “Betty Beagle”.  He really should call her, “Betty Beagle Bugle” because she bays (“sings”) a lot.  He, too, is a singer and she chimes right in when he’s practicing.  He wasn’t aware of her “singing” talent and some other things.  Here they are:  beagles are notorious “tooters” (maybe that’s why they bay so much to cover up that sound); they will eat cat food and have toxic butt tooters making the odor smell like they’re melting from the inside out.  They can go into “guard beagle” mode and there is no button to push to get them out of it. (I think they see or smell something we can’t.)  They have a pack mentality and want company.

Your voice dries up if you don't use it. -Patti Page, singer (8 Nov 1927-2013)……in many ways than one.   Patience is also a form of action. -Auguste Rodin, sculptor (12 Nov 1840-1917)  

I was told by a student, “You’re old.”  I looked at that kid and told them, “Only when I want to be.”

A passenger got all settled in the seat of the airplane.  He noticed a foul odor and looked down.  His freshly polished shoes were surrounded by some bodily emissions.  He called the steward and asked to have the floor cleaned where his shoes were.  The steward said, “No, that’s not my job.  It’s the job of the cleaning crew.”  That crew was notified.  They said, “No, that’s not our job because we are off the clock now.  It’s the job of the airline.  The steward relayed all this information to the customer and handed him some paper towels to clean his shoes and gave him another seat.  As the customer left the plane, the steward asked him how his flight was.  The customer replied, “I’m reporting my experience to the CEO of this airline. This was really a crappy trip.”  The airline CEO was very apologetic and granted him 5,000 flyer miles as compensation.  (True story I heard on the radio)

My hairdresser tells me that Abby, her 4 year old granddaughter, was dressed up as the Queen of Hearts for this passed Halloween.  Kathy greeted Abby and waited for a response…..silence.  She called Abby’s name, again; still no response.  She said, “Abigail, aren’t you going to greet me?”  Abigail sullenly said, “I’m not Abby or Abigail; I’m the Queen of Hearts and you MUST address me as ‘Your Majesty’.”   Kathy took her to a shopping center for treats.   A store employee gave her some candy.  Abby thanked her in a sweet voice, then said, “Now, off with her head!!”  Kathy told Abby she shouldn’t say that.  Abby said, “Well, that’s what the Queen of Hearts says.”    From the mouths of babes---

My 12 year old granddaughter to her mother: “Why can't dogs go to school?” Mom: “They're animals.”  CJ: “They let boys in.”

“People laughed at me and my faith.  They said I looked like an idiot.  Then, it started to rain.”  Noah

When you have tears, they are caught in a bottle of the Good Spirit and eventually poured over you in the form of laughter.  Tjr 2018

The Andretti brothers and their father were driving their cars on a public highway.  All of a sudden a policeman got behind them with the siren and lights going.  They all pulled over.  The officer told Mario, the first driver, “You were going at racing speed.”  Mario said, “I think it runs in the family.”
Recently I said some things to a person who was having a rough time with life.  They lived in another state and I could not be with them.  They said, “You always calm my heart.”  I thanked them and told them, “Words are the hugs our arms can’t do or reach.”

One of the good things about having a very short friend when you’re tall, is when you have to kick them in the butt, you don’t have to raise your foot very high.

Here’s a word to start or use in a conversation:  OMPHALOSKEPSIS (ompha-las-kep-sis) --- navel gazing, which is what you’ll see a lot of at those boring staff meetings which drone on and on into infinity. 

FYI:  If you have a cold, it will last anywhere from 2 to 4 weeks depending on the severity of it, the type of rhinovirus it is (there are over 100 kinds), and the cessation of swear words because you don’t have anymore.

“Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.”  Dr. Seuss

In the light of the high school students who ridiculed a Native American, Viet Nam vet, tribal elder in Washington D.C. at Arlington Cemetery as he spoke in January, I said this:  “I’m sure the school administration will set these boys straight.”  A former student replied, “We’ve all been young and stupid. Hopefully this leads to them being old and wise.”  I volleyed, Wisdom and perspective come with age, experience, mistakes, and thinking/looking farther than yourself.”  His age-tempered observance was, “perspective was never edible from a microwave. It can only be properly eaten after it’s been in a slow cooker for some time.”   

Whenever you think no one is there for you, remember LAUNDRY and DUST will always be there.          Smiles, blessings, and good fare…………Trudy J