After The Rain

“How old are you?"
"Ten," answered Tangle.
"You don't look like it," said the lady.
"How old are you, please?" returned Tangle.
"Thousands of years old," answered the lady.
"You don't look like it," said Tangle.
"Don't I? I think I do. Don't you see how beautiful I am!”
― George MacDonald

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Emptiness

(iPhoneography)

THE CURRENT CHALLENGE

Fri Feb 15, 2013

This week's challenge:
'Neglected'.

A VALENTINES DAY story! Although a bit long, please read the following inspiring story... It is important for men to remember that, as women grow older, it 

becomes harder for them to maintain the same quality of housekeeping 

as when they were younger. When you notice this, try not to yell at 

them. 

Some are oversensitive, and there's nothing worse than an oversensitive woman. 

My name is Ron. Let me relate how I handled the situation with my 

wife, Carol. When I retired a few years ago, it became necessary for 

Carol to get a full-time job, along with her part-time job, both for 

extra income and for the health benefits that we needed. Shortly 

after she started working, I noticed she was beginning to show her age. I 

usually get home from the golf club about the same time she gets home 

from work 

Although she knows how hungry I am, she almost always says she has to 

rest for half an hour or so before she starts dinner. I don't yell at 

her. Instead, I tell her to take her time and just wake me when she 

gets dinner on the table. I generally have lunch each day in the 

Men's Grill at the Golf Club, so eating out is not an option in the 

evening.

I'm ready for some home-cooked grub when I hit that door. She used to 

do the dishes as soon as we finished eating. But now it's not unusual 

for them to sit on the table for several hours after dinner. 

I do what I can by diplomatically reminding her several times each 

evening that they won't clean themselves. I know she really 

appreciates this, as it does seem to motivate her to get them done before she 

goes to bed. 

Another symptom of aging is complaining, I think. For example, she 

will say that it is difficult for her to find time to pay the monthly 

bills during her lunch hour. But, boys, we take 'em for better or 

worse, so I just smile and offer encouragement. I tell her to stretch 

it out over two, or even three days. That way, she won't have to rush 

so much. I also remind her that missing lunch completely now and then 

wouldn't hurt her any (if you know what I mean). I like to think tact 

is one of my strong points.. 

When doing simple jobs, she seems to think she needs more rest 

periods... She had to take a break when she was only half-finished 

mowing the front lawn. I try not to make a scene. I'm a fair man. I 

tell her to fix herself a nice, big, cold glass of freshly squeezed 

lemonade and just sit for a while. And, as long as she is making one 

for herself, she may as well make one for me, too. . 

I know that I probably look like a saint in the way I support Carol. 

I'm not saying that showing this much patience & consideration is 

easy.

Many men will find it difficult. Some will find it impossible!

Nobody knows better than I do how frustrating women get as they get older. 

However, guys, even if you just use a little more tact and less 

criticism of your aging wife because of this article, I will consider 

that writing it was well worthwhile. After all, we are put on this 

earth to help each other.

EDITOR'S NOTE: 

Ron died suddenly on January 31 of a perforated rectum. The police 

report says he was found with a Calloway extra-long 50-inch Big 

Bertha Driver II golf club jammed up his rear end, with barely 5 inches of 

grip showing, and a sledgehammer lying nearby. His wife Carol Anne 

was arrested and charged with murder.

The all-woman jury took only 10 minutes to find her Not Guilty, accepting her defense that Ron, somehow without looking, accidentally sat down on his golf club.

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Pulse

Nothing is worth more than this day.

~ Goethe

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Tempus fugit

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Volunteer

Gardening as a volunteer work in an atrium of a catholic church of rural Mexico.
(Absorbed in his memories, he never noticed someone was sitting there watching  his slow movements)

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Circle

Cuernavaca

Acapulco

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The Other Reality

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Free Market

And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.
Abraham Lincoln
[ After 20 years of free market and free trade, ZERO development in our countries and now, a world recession, Neoliberalism, Bah! ]
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Pulse for Life

… and I will leave. But the birds will stay, singing: and my garden will stay, with its green tree, with its water well. Many afternoons the skies will be blue and placid, and the bells in the belfry will chime, as they are chiming this very afternoon. The people who have loved me will pass away, and the town will burst anew every year. But my spirit will always wander nostalgic in the same recondite corner of my flowery garden.

Y yo me iré. Y se quedarán los pájaros cantando;
y se quedará mi huerto con su verde árbol,
y con su pozo blanco.

Todas las tardes el cielo será azul y plácido;
y tocarán, como esta tarde están tocando,
las campanas del campanario.

Se morirán aquellos que me amaron;
y el pueblo se hará nuevo cada año;
y en el rincon de aquel mi huerto florido y encalado,
mi espiritu errará, nostalgico.

From “El Viaje Definitivo”
( The Definitive Journey )
by Juan Ramon Jimenez.
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Paradox

An old woman begging for money to eat, sit on the stairs of a church and the curiosity of the little girl.