I hear you! I do my best to do things well enough and I keep at them, but I'm not going to kill myself because if keeping at something useless, the effort I put in is useless. When I realize that I quit.
I admire what you did with the fish pond and it made me smile. And to think that you did it in one day! Wow!
The bible also says “turn the other cheek”. ( It’s full of contradictory stuff!)
It’s a complex question & I’m not sure how I feel about the death penalty.
I think texting is detrimental to our communication skills because so many people use emoticons and abbreviations that when it comes to actual conversations they've forgotten how to use words. It drives me crazy when my granddaughters are texting while we're trying to have an actual conversation. I've said on more than one occasion what is it going to take to have your undivided attention. In my home, cell phones are shut off between 5:00-7:00 for family interaction time.
Excellent point! I have to take time out now and then just to say to myself, you have nothing to complain about when compared to others. I have a small medical condition but not life threatening. I am 79, see good, hear good, walk good - no complaints I say. So we do need to remind ourselves how good we have it.
I guess as you get older it comes before us more, like for Willie Nelson in his 90s. Age is a big factor. But, since we have no real control on age, we all age, we must make the best of it.
Blessings to you, and thanks for reminding me how go I have it!
Use these words in your entry today: magical, harpschord, eventful, occasional, minstrel, clowns, and emergency vehicles.
Even though I live out of the city, the sound of emergency vehicles can often be heard racing up the highway. We’ve lived here in this quiet hillside town for over forty years. Once upon a time this was an un eventful place with perhaps the occasional police car zipping past chasing a stupid people acting like clowns, speeding in our 60 kilometre zone.
The town holds its own carnival each year with a minstrel or two playing the harpsichord on the street and the mayor dressed up and handing out sweets to the children. It transforms our town into a magical place where the townspeople can believe, just for a day, that we’ve stepped back in time to how our lives were in a different era.
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