It was a wonderful day. First of all, I woke up. At my age, that in itself is a gift. I’d been given another day. Terrific….
Then, I knew my dear friend Chris was coming home from Hawaii at last. She’d been diverted to Calgary because we had such a huge snow storm planes couldn’t land here.
The two of us often have coffee together in the morning and I’d missed her.
WE OFTEN HAVE COFFEE TOGETHER
The heavy snow storm had been difficult for me. My walker’s wheels seized up and declared a strike. They would NOT, NOT let me go another step in the deep snow.
MY WALKER DECLARED A STRIKE…….
There I was, stuck in the middle of an uncleared road (Our city doesn’t clear side streets.) with a kind driver waiting for me to get to the other side. Darn it. I was unable to move an inch.
SHE GOT OUT AND HELPED ME CROSS…
She got out of her car and came over to help me cross. I’m always amazed at the kindness of strangers.
It may have been difficult at times, but it was indeed a good day.
Look down the barrel of a gun What stares back at you Way down lies death, steely, insinuated In between life’s nothingness Quickly diminished.
Look into your future Threatening deep depression Your own death at its end The dreaded nothing in-between Grossly accentuated.
written by a very young Hans Muller
Hans was a teenaged, non-practicing very assimilated Jew living in Austria when he penned this poem. It was written in German and he said it rhymes better that way.
YOUNG HANS IN THE U.S. ARMY
A Nazi officer had pointed a gun in Hans’ face and ordered him to go to a nearby headquarters to scrub and clean an office. Did Hans have a choice? Being precise, the officer gave him a paper stating he HAD given that ‘service’. Hans showed it to me. Obviously, we haven’t learned much since WWII. Hatred continues in many ways.
Hans did survive and escaped to the USA, where he served in army Intelligence. His language skills, German — French — Italian — Spanish — English and goodness knows what else, served his adopted country well. He witnessed starving prisoners being released from German Death Camps, but managed to put it behind him.
Recently patrons at the only gay bar in beautiful (and very conservative) Colorado Springs found a gun pointed at themselves. Five were killed, seventeen wounded. Their crime? Either being born as part of the LGBTQ community or straight friends and relatives of same.
A new year begins. An opportunity to all of us to be better. How about loving each other just because. We need not be so insecure that we pretend others aren’t as good as we are because of whatever colour, religion, or being born just who they are.
IF I KNEW HOW TO APPLY MAKEUP AS WELL AS DRAG QUEENS DO, I’D LOOK A LOT BETTER
EVERY COLOUR IS BEAUTIFUL………..
BEAUTIFUL CHINESE WOMEN………………..
Let our New Year’s resolution be to celebrate the wonderful differences that make life so much more interesting.
And while we’re at it, pray for an end to all those many guns getting into the wrong hands.
Don’t bother calling to tell me the Tax people are after me. I’ve paid my taxes!!!
No need to advise me my credit card has been used in the amount of $400. The credit card company would never call to tell me that.
Forget suggesting my grandson is in trouble with the law and needs money immediately. He’d never do that and if he did, I’d check with the police first.
I’D CALL THE POLICE FIRST…
CHECK TO SEE WHAT TIME IT IS
I DON’T HAVE THAT…
Stop wasting your time to tell me my computer needs fixing. I don’t have that kind of computer.
Be an efficient scammer if you must be one at all. Check to see what time it is WHERE you are calling before you dial.
And whatever you do, do NOT, NOT, NOT call and wake me up at 5 a.m.!!!
AND WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT, NOT, NOT CALL ME AT 5 A.M.!!!
View from Over the Hill 