What to worry about or not… — Lori Greer in Portland

Still as valid today as it was in 1933

Here is a list that Jazz Age novelist F. Scott Fitzgerald sent his 11-year old daughter Scottie in 1933 of things to and not to worry about. She was the only child of Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald.

via What to worry about or not… — Lori Greer in Portland

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Rapid rhyme #7

Why do you think “What may have been?”

when plainly it was not?

Be happy with what’s done and seen,

give thanks for what you’ve got.

You’re richer far than many folk,

and healthier than a few.

Why try to fix what is not broke,

be thankful that you’re you!

Lundi limerick #8

Herbert the hippo was fat

there’s no denying of that

When bathing in mud

other animals should

beware when Herbert goes splat!

Sunday sayings #50

and here is a valuable lesson – source unknown

I was out walking with my 4½ year-old son.

He picked something off the ground and started to put it in his mouth. I took the item away from him and I asked him not to do that.

“Why?” my son asked.

“Because it’s been on the ground; you don’t know where it’s been, it’s dirty and probably has germs”, I replied.

At this point my son looked at me with total admiration and asked,  “Mum, how do you know all this stuff? You are so smart.”

I was thinking quickly and replied,  “All mums know this stuff. It’s on the Mum Test. You have to know it or they don’t let you be a Mum.”

We walked along in silence for 2 or 3 minutes and he was evidently pondering this new information.

“Oh….I get it!” he beamed.  “So if you don’t pass the test you have to be the Dad.”

“Exactly.” I replied with a big smile on my face!

 

Sunday sayings #48

Two for the price of one this week.

I believe that what we do, what we say, and how we support each other, matters more now than at any other time in my life.

Sunday sayings #43

By all means love each other, but first love yourself!

Sunday sayings #42

July 1^st is the 182^nd day of the year with 183 days remaining. Just sayin’.

Sunday sayings #39

Alone With My Bike

I’m shamelessly reblogging this because I added a little verse to the comments, and I rather like it. Also, if you haven’t ever read any of Colleen’s posts then you are missing out on some very wise words, some selfless, and often moving, observations, and the chance to get to know more about a lovely lady. I think Colleen should be prescribed to everyone as a pick me up!

The Chatter Blog

I got on my bike.

To be alone or so I wouldn’t be alone.

I’m not sure which.

Along the way I received waves,

Hellos,

Good mornings,

Thumbs up,

and

A few things I couldn’t decipher but they were said with smiles

So I accepted them with delight.

I met Judy who was on a bike for the first time in 15 years.

She was grateful for being on the bike and determined to resume her joy of biking.

I was appreciated her smiling face and her sharing her story with me.

I stopped to watch a muddy river.

It wasn’t so much roaring as it was rumbling,

I enjoyed the sound of it.

On the way back

I saw a damn snake.

And with that adrenaline I nearly flew over the next five miles.

There was no poetry to my day,

But maybe the rhythm of it lent to…

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Sunday sayings #37

Sometimes it’s totally impossible to “fight” for yourself….sometimes the only way to survive is to “fight” for others.

Sometimes the battle can only be fought on your own. For those who do battle alone; those are the most dreadful times when the people who truly care about you cannot help!!!!….in that “solipsistic” crisis you will feel alone.

Despite all that, in that moment of despair, know this…..

You are not alone.

(these wise words belong to Mark Robinson, my nephew)