Think about it.No medical exam needed.
Now that's funny.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Several things come to mind as I ponder what I might have enjoyed doing with my life.
It might have been fun to have been the General Manager of a Lowe's or a Home Depot. As it is I walk down the aisle of one of these mega-stores with little clue of the practical value or use of 98% of the stock. If I were manager, I would know how to do stuff, and what thingies to use to fix the whatchamacallits that are broken. Bringing it to a practical level, I would not, right now, have loose shingles on the roof or a dripping faucet in the bathroom.
Except for the adults and the children underfoot, I would have enjoyed being a librarian. Surrounded by books all neatly lined up on the shelf in some sort of systematized order I would spend my days in blissful travel, solving mysteries or desperately trying to get the right woman with the right man. If someone came in to borrow a book I would let them have one, just one for overnight, and perhaps, if that one were returned a day later clean and with not dog-eared pages or pencil page markers, might allow them two books for two days and so on and so on.
It might have been fun to have been a scuba instructor because the ocean is one of our last frontiers of unknowing. Being the instructor would almost certainly reflect my ability to swim, something that I cannot do now and not be afraid of water, another thing I am most definitely.
When I was in junior high school I thought I would become a Forest Ranger. What appealed to me was being out in the woods and being my own boss, so to speak. Perhaps saving the community from forest fires entered into this choice but I don't think it was in the top ten reasons.
In real life I decided to become a teacher. I picked the one area with the most freedom within the school system, physical education, but it did not take long for me to discover that the constrictions within this closed system was inconsistent with my personality. I wish there had been some sort of personality test to weed me out of the educational arena before my four college years were over and I accepted a job as one...teacher, that is.
I real life, now that I look back at what I did work at and enjoy, I think my choices finally ended up being wise...or at least safe for other people although some might wonder if it had ever been wise to give me a license to 'do' social work on other people.
No regrets....okay a few....and a few more....but water under the bridge as they say....no one really got hurt.
And that's what I think about it.
It might have been fun to have been the General Manager of a Lowe's or a Home Depot. As it is I walk down the aisle of one of these mega-stores with little clue of the practical value or use of 98% of the stock. If I were manager, I would know how to do stuff, and what thingies to use to fix the whatchamacallits that are broken. Bringing it to a practical level, I would not, right now, have loose shingles on the roof or a dripping faucet in the bathroom.
Except for the adults and the children underfoot, I would have enjoyed being a librarian. Surrounded by books all neatly lined up on the shelf in some sort of systematized order I would spend my days in blissful travel, solving mysteries or desperately trying to get the right woman with the right man. If someone came in to borrow a book I would let them have one, just one for overnight, and perhaps, if that one were returned a day later clean and with not dog-eared pages or pencil page markers, might allow them two books for two days and so on and so on.
It might have been fun to have been a scuba instructor because the ocean is one of our last frontiers of unknowing. Being the instructor would almost certainly reflect my ability to swim, something that I cannot do now and not be afraid of water, another thing I am most definitely.
When I was in junior high school I thought I would become a Forest Ranger. What appealed to me was being out in the woods and being my own boss, so to speak. Perhaps saving the community from forest fires entered into this choice but I don't think it was in the top ten reasons.
In real life I decided to become a teacher. I picked the one area with the most freedom within the school system, physical education, but it did not take long for me to discover that the constrictions within this closed system was inconsistent with my personality. I wish there had been some sort of personality test to weed me out of the educational arena before my four college years were over and I accepted a job as one...teacher, that is.
I real life, now that I look back at what I did work at and enjoy, I think my choices finally ended up being wise...or at least safe for other people although some might wonder if it had ever been wise to give me a license to 'do' social work on other people.
No regrets....okay a few....and a few more....but water under the bridge as they say....no one really got hurt.
And that's what I think about it.
Saturday, July 16, 2011
One purple Clematis was planted beneath the bird feeder the idea being that as it grew it would create a soft buffer for the birds that come to feed.
The Clematis had one purple flower, but I could already visualize the many blooms and leaves that would wind their way up the pole.
Everyday I noted the progress of the little plant. Not much was happening above the ground but I knew that the roots were taking hold in the rich soil.
Then Tuesday morning, I arose early and lifted the shade on the window to the backyard. It was dim, pre-dawn light and I could not see the complete plant. The sun shed light on the plant in short order and I was shocked not to see any purple on the stalk. I could see purple on the lawn, where one lonely and sad petal from the one Clematis bloom lay forlornly.
Stupid rabbit. I'm glad I saw him later, in pieces, on the road (and no, I didn't hit him myself).
And that's what I think about it.
The Clematis had one purple flower, but I could already visualize the many blooms and leaves that would wind their way up the pole.
Everyday I noted the progress of the little plant. Not much was happening above the ground but I knew that the roots were taking hold in the rich soil.
Then Tuesday morning, I arose early and lifted the shade on the window to the backyard. It was dim, pre-dawn light and I could not see the complete plant. The sun shed light on the plant in short order and I was shocked not to see any purple on the stalk. I could see purple on the lawn, where one lonely and sad petal from the one Clematis bloom lay forlornly.
Stupid rabbit. I'm glad I saw him later, in pieces, on the road (and no, I didn't hit him myself).
And that's what I think about it.
Friday, July 8, 2011
On our trip down memory lane (see two blogs ago) I saw this sign taped up in the gymnasium. Several copies of this mantra were taped around the tiled gym walls.
I wondered no longer why the school had no award/trophy cabinet in the hallway displaying tall gold-painted plastic pillars with basketball, football, soccer and wrestling athletes atop with the school name and year proudly etched on the thin metal plate on the front.
Wonder no longer.
The school wasn't pushing winning, but having fun. If you have fun then you are a winner.
What rot!
What parallel universe did this group of teachers live in?
Think what you will, it is in the winning that the most fun is experienced.
And that's what I think about it.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
According to a recent Newsweek/Daily Beast poll, Americans are mad about just about everything. From the President and congress to the lack of jobs and local traffic we are a nation of boiling personages. I'll join the bandwagon here for a short time and list a few of the things that irk me:
1. Commercials at a volume greater than the TV show.
2. Greedy celebrities.
3. Created drama.
4. Sliding, rolling stops at stop signs.
5. Shady politicians.
6. Fast food personnel using bare hands to handle food.
7. The same personnel coughing into their hands and then delivering food to tables without a stop at the sink between.
8. Big bags of chips that are 50% air.
9. Polyester....not again?
10. Scratch number 9 because I am becoming rather fond, again, of a fabric that never needs to be ironed and whose color never fades.
11. TV shows that claim to be news but have become celebrity soapboxes for political causes that they don't seem to know much about, or anything about, but sometimes find a political cause and that, hey big surprise, coincides with their new movie or new book, neither of which could be called art or literature (Oh my, that was a rant).
And that's it for now. And that's what I think about it.
1. Commercials at a volume greater than the TV show.
2. Greedy celebrities.
3. Created drama.
4. Sliding, rolling stops at stop signs.
5. Shady politicians.
6. Fast food personnel using bare hands to handle food.
7. The same personnel coughing into their hands and then delivering food to tables without a stop at the sink between.
8. Big bags of chips that are 50% air.
9. Polyester....not again?
10. Scratch number 9 because I am becoming rather fond, again, of a fabric that never needs to be ironed and whose color never fades.
11. TV shows that claim to be news but have become celebrity soapboxes for political causes that they don't seem to know much about, or anything about, but sometimes find a political cause and that, hey big surprise, coincides with their new movie or new book, neither of which could be called art or literature (Oh my, that was a rant).
And that's it for now. And that's what I think about it.
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