Well, here it is October already. Where has the summer gone, for that fact, where has the last half century gone? I have a friend who asked a fellow in his 90's what he attributed to his living to such a ripe old age? “Statistics,” he said, “You see statistic say very few people at my age die.”
Have you ever thought what you would you different if you could back up 20, 30 or 40 years? Some would say they wouldn't do anything different. I know I would buy some Microsoft and other stocks that I missed out on in their early days when they were affordable. Garry Hogan (Pack Rat's Corner) could probably think of many things he would acquire.
If a young person wants to learn to drive, don't stand in their way.
Have you noticed brown patches on the lawns in the neighbourhood? During the dry spell in the summer a grub or cut worm population exploded and have eaten the roots of the grass. There are chemicals that you could get to kill them off. I don't know how true it is, but I have been told that if you have a flock of crows in the neighbourhood and you saturate the brown areas with soap and water and the crows will decrease the population greatly. I give this idea some credibility as a friend said she looked out one damp morning to see a flock of crows feasting on a brown patch across the street. Now, I don't know what the soap does unless it cleans the creatures for the crows.
If you are lonely, pull out a deck of cards and start a game of solitaire. Someone is bound to come along and show a move you've missed.
To laugh is to risk appearing a fool.
To weep is to risk appearing sentimental.
To reach out to another is to risk involvement.
To expose feelings is to risk exposing our true self.
To place your ideas. your dreams, before the crowd is to risk loss.
To love is to risk not being loved in return.
To live is to risk dying.
To hope is to risk despair.
To try at all is to risk failure.
But risk we must, because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.
The man, the woman, who risks nothing, does nothing, is nothing.
Author Unknown
One of the greatest pleasures of life is paying the last installment.