I've had a chance to think of a few things this weekend. In an effort to let you get "inside my head" (sometimes dangerous, I know), I'll tell you what some of those things were that came to my mind.
Family provides a kind of grounding that cannot be obtained from any other source.
Church family provides a different, but no less important grounding that cannot be obtained from any other source.
FCC Chairman Minow was right in 1961. Television was a vast wasteland then. It hasn't improved in the last 48 years.
Sometimes, I wonder if we'd be better off if we didn't borrow the hundreds of billions of dollars and just let the recession run its course.
What happened to the coffee pot that sat on the stove in Matt Dillon's (Gunsmoke) jail?
Some people seem to have more than their share of bad things that happen to them.
I don't tell people that I love them.
I haven't a clue what it's like to lose a child. I can only imagine the pain and sorrow.
Pizza sounds good.
Drifting off into an afternoon nap is probably one of the most pleasant things a body can do.
Waking from that nap can be one of the more unpleasant tasks.
I don't tell people that I love them.
Just having one's spouse in the house brings about a kind of peace that can't be found any other way.
Hillary was right. It does indeed take a village to raise a child. (And no, that's not a socialist...in the bad sense of the word...viewpoint.)
I have to wonder how many people I know who are literally one paycheck away from financial ruin.
What happened to the great comedians? Jerry Seinfeld and Ray Romano don't hold a candle to Red Skelton, Bud Abbot and Lou Costello, Jackie Gleason, or Flip Wilson (to say nothing of many others I could mention).
While on entertainment, I wonder how many people living today know who Jimmy
Durante is.
I don't tell people that I love them.
Christian service isn't glamorous or glorious, but is an everyday, every hour thing.
If this life is all there is, what meaning is there to that?
How much longer will we be able to remain where we are and in the jobs that we are in?
What is it like to be 90 years old?
I am cheering for Mr. Obama. I hope he doesn't forget where he came from or allow himself to be overly polluted with the stench of politics as usual.
I'm actually somewhat excited about work this week. I don't know why.
I don't tell people that I love them.
2 comments:
On feeling like your 90, you can ask Mervin on March 8 when there's a party for his 90th. Come and join us.
WDK
Sorry but the date on my first comment is in error - it should be February 8.
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