"Seasons Turning"

~I shall love you in December

with the love I gave in May.

~John Alexander Joyce 

I have known your smile, my love,

elevating my soul,

speaking the unspoken language of the heart,

responding to the whimper of a heart

crying out to you.

I have known your touch,

erasing the trials of the day,

renewing lost confidences,

warming to the touch of a hand

reaching out for yours.

I have known your love

and the joys of loving you.

I have learned that love is a study in pain,

rewarded with satisfactions,

too profound to be of man's invention.

I have thanked God each and every day,

for all I have come to know of you,

from you, 

for you. 

~Randy Jaroch

U.S.A.

~Beannaichte'

25 September, 2012

"Fifty"

How olde would you be

if you didn't know how olde you are?

~Leroy Sanchell Paige

     On my fiftieth birthday, my eldest daughter gave me a pin that said "Fifty is Nifty." I wore it to work that day, and what fun it was!  All day, people kept saying things to me, such as, " Anita, you don't look fifty," or "Why, Anita, you can't be fifty, and "We know you can't be fifty."

     It was wonderful.  Now, I knew they were lying, and they knew I knew, but isn't that what friends and co-workers are for?  To lie to you when you need it, in times of emergency, like divorce and  death and turning fifty.

    Y ou know how it is with a lie, though. You hear it often enough, and you begin to think it's true. By the end of the day, I felt fabulous.  I fairly floated home from work. In fact, on the way home, I thought: I really ought to dump my husband. After all, the geezer was fifty-one, way too olde for a young-looking gal like me.

     Arriving home, I had shut the front door when the doorbell rang.  It was a young girl from a florist shop,

bringing birthday flowers from a friend. They were lovely. I stood in my doorway holding the flowers and admiring them, while the delivery girl stood there, waiting for a tip. 

     She noticed the pin on my jacket and said, " Oh, fifty, eh?"

     "Yes," I answered, and waited. I could stand one last compliment before my birthday ended.

     "Fifty," she repeated. "That's great!  Birthday or anniversary?" 

~Unknown

~Beannaichte'

18 September, 2012

"My Turn"

Life is a series of collisions

with the future.

~Jose' Ortega y Gasset
 

        Once, at the University of California, a student got up to say that it was impossible for people of Ronald Reagan's generation to understand the next generation of young people. "You grew up in a different world,"the student said.  "Today we have television, jet planes, space travel, nuclear energy, computers..."

       While the student paused for a breath, Ronnie said,"You're right.  We didn't have those things when we were young. We invented them."

My Turn: The Memoirs of Nancy Reagan

~Beannaichte'

8 September, 2012  

                                                                           

     

 

"Joe"

If you think you can't make a difference,

think again.

~Paul J. Meyer

     Joe was a drunk who was miraculously converted at a Bowery mission.  Prior to his conversion, Joe had gained the reputation of being a hopeless wino for whom there was no hope, only a miserable existence in the ghetto.  But following his conversion to a new life with God, everything changed.  Joe became the most caring person that anyone associated with the mission had ever known.

     Joe spent his days and nights hanging out at the mission, doing whatever needed to be done. There was never any task that was too lowly for Joe to take on. There was never anything that he was asked to do that he considered beneath him. Whether it was cleaning up the vomit left by some violently sick person or scrubbing the toilets after careless men left the men's room filthy, Joe did what was asked with a smile on his face and a seeming gratitude for the chance to help.  He could be counted on to feed feeble men who wandered into the mission off the street and to undress and tuck into bed men who were to out of it to take care of themselves.

     One evening, when the  mission director was delivering his evangelistic message to the usual crowd of still and sullen men with drooped heads, one man looked up,came down the aisle to the alter and knelt to pray, crying out for God to help him change. The repentant drunk kept shouting, "Oh God! Make me like Joe! Make me like Joe! Make me like Joe!"

     The director leaned over and said to the man, "Son, I think it would be better if you prayed, "Make me like Jesus!"

     The man looked up at the director with a quizzical expression on his face and asked, "Is he like Joe?"

~Unknown

~Beannaichte'

5 September, 2012 

"To Labor"

The Labor Movement: 

the folks who brought you this weekend.

~From a bumper sticker, '1995'.

Labor 

was the first price,

the original purchase-

 money that was paid for all things.

It was not by gold or silver,

but by Labor,

that all wealth 

of the World

was 

originally

purchased.

~Adam Smith

I 

wish you, 

and yours,

a truly"Happy Labor Day!"

 

~Beannaichte'

2 September, 2012

"Hindsight"

     

The difference between genius and stupidity

is that genius has its limits.

~Albert Einstein

     I came across an article about a sixty-year olde woman who went up on a mountain that any novice skier should  have avoided. No one would have blamed her had she stayed behind. At twelve below zero, even Frosty the Snowman would have opted for the warm fire. Hardly a day for snow skiing, but her husband insisted. So she went.

     While waiting in the lift line, she realized she was in need of a restroom, dire need of a restroom.  Assured there would be one at the top of the lift, she and her bladder endured the bouncy ride, only to find there was no facility. She began to panic. Her husband had an idea: why not go into the woods? Since she was wearing an all-white outfit, she'd blend in with the snow. And what better powder room than a piney grove?

     What choice did she have?  She skied past the tree line and arranged her ski suit at half-mast.  Fortunately, no one could see her.  Unfortunately, her husband hadn't told her to remove her skis.  Before you could say, "Shine on harvest moon," she was streaking backwards across the slope, revealing more of herself than she ever intended. ( After all, hindsight is 20/20.)  With arms flailing, and skis sailing, she sped under the lift she'd just ridden and collided with in a pylon.

     As she scrambled to cover the essentials, she discovered her arm was broken.  Fortunately, her husband raced to her rescue.  He summoned the the sky patrol, who transported her to the hospital.

     While being treated in the emergency room, a man with a broken leg was carried in and placed next to her.  By now, she had regained her composure enough to make small talk.  "So, how did you break your leg?" she asked.

     It was the darnedest thing you ever saw, " he explained.  " I was riding up the ski lift and suddenly there was this crazy woman skiing backwards, at top speed, with her ski suit down around her knees.  I couldn't believe my eyes, so I leaned over to get a better look.  I guess I didn't realize how far I'd moved. I fell out of the lift."

     Then he turned to her and asked, "So, how did you break your arm?"

                                                                             

~Unknown

~Beannaichte'

30 August, 2012

" Prayer"

This

 is the beginning

 of a new day.
God
has given me this day
to use as I will.
I
  can waste it,
or use it for good.

What

I do today is important,

because I am Exchanging a day 

of my Life , for it.

When

tomorrow comes,

this day will be gone, Forever-

leaving in its place 

something that I have traded for it.

I want it to be Gain and not Loss,

Success and not Failure,

Good and not Evil:

In order that I shall not 

Regret 

the Price 

that I have

Paid  for

 it. 

~Unknown

Beannaichte'

26 August, 2012

On my Front Porch:

Today, I would like to invite Gillian Mawson, for a visit.

Gillian is an intelligent, hard-working, and caring woman.

~Hands down, she is one of the finest women,

I have been blessed to meet, on Twiiter.

Gillian resides in Derbyshire, England.

 On Twitter, she can be found @Guernseyevacuee 

She authors a blog, and has wriitten a book, which is due out in November, of this year. Put this one

on your"must read" list.

You can obtain the necessary information, regarding her book, blog, and other related information,

@http://guernseyevacuees.wordpress.com/evacuation/ 

Mile Buiochas!

~Beannaichte'
@beannaichte