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“Oliver Stupidstitions”

Never ever drink more than 2 gallons of water at a sitting or the Cubs will lose 3 games in a row.

Don’t ever depend on your angry neighbor next door to pay your property taxes because when they don’t, you’ll suffer athlete’s foot.

When in Rome, it’s better to do what the Polynesians do: wear a grass skirt. Toga’s are not the “in” thing anymore.

If you have a habit of walking down the street singing “Bo-Diddly” and juggling 2 bowling balls, the Orkin Man will come to your house and spray for humans.

And last, taken from an old shoe: If you practice the shoe horn for more than 7 hours a day, an ice chunk from a commercial jet liner’s latrine will land in your back yard garden and injure a little rabbit’s foot. (all till )

ADHD??

As an older a-dult, I don’t know if I really have that “ADHD” thing, about a lack of attention span and being fidgety…Hey, I’m going to be watching for wooly worms on the next pedal out of town... The petals of the flowers sometime determine genuine love. Jeff Dahmer sure was a case, wasn’t he? Um, now where was I…? Oh, uh, anyway, I do know that of the following 2 book choices recently, I chose the latter: Improving Your Vocabulary in 30 Minutes a Day or Improving Your Vocabulary in 30 Minutes a Century. --

Bubbles and Life

This morning as I happened to watch a happy, 80+ yr. old man walk cautiously up a few house steps to visit a friend, I thought of blowing bubbles.

When the kids were young, one of the simple pleasures they (and I!) enjoyed was blowing soap bubbles from the front porch. A few of the several delights were to see how far a bubble might travel before going “poof” or how high one would go or how big one could be blown. Another event was if the lawn was slightly damp, some of the bubbles managed to land on it without “poofing” creating quite a strange sight.

What I noticed on occasion, when wind conditions were right and the sunlight was just so, was that the wonderful shell of the bubble contained many colors, all sort of flowing around the delicate, wobbly sphere. A few tiny droplets would form inside on the bottom, thinning the shape, silently sounding the ephemeral call of existence.

To me, life is much like those of the bubbles-- and almost as fleeting. Some go “poof” all too soon,,,,,,, leaving such enormous grief to bear,,,,,,, while others, like the man from WWII, stay with us, fading and frail, to offer such comfort and warmth for a few moments longer.

No matter how long our special soap bubbles float in the air, I know we will always appreciate and love them.

Recycling Trivia

A little “recycling” of trivia here among the seriousness: Anyone recall the BOTTLE CAP games of the 60’s?

On the old pop bottles the caps had a lining of cork. Underneath the cork was a letter. If you spelled out something like “Drink Coke” you’d win something like a fabulous 7-day, 6-night all-expenses-paid vacation (less transportation fare) to, say, beautiful downtown Champaign, IL.!

The only hitch was that they manufactured only one letter “D”. Meanwhile you had purchased about a 1000 bottles of that diabetic’s delight. Regards,

Anyway, may all your gloomy days contain a ray of sunshine within you.