some thoughts on a rainy December night

I have a huge list of things to do when and if I retire; but bigger than my list of things to do is the things I won’t do.

I will not go to the bank between the hours of 12:00p and 2:00p; I will leave those times, especially on Fridays to those who have only one small hour a day to do all their banking.

I will not go the grocery store on weekends; during weekday lunch hours; or at 5:00p during the week; I will save this time for those who have no choice other than go on their way home from work or on precious time during weekends.

I will not go lunch at noon; I will go at 11:30a or 2:00p; I will let those who have limited time constraints have those hours to meet with friends and associates/friends from work; after all; waiting for a table is only for those with time on their hands.

I promise that all of the above will be especially honored during the Christmas season.

Can you tell I just came back from waiting in line at the bank on Friday in December while four retired people came to settle their accounts; I used half of my lunch hour; I am not happy.

Thanksgiving Day, Thanksgiving Day Good old Thanksgiving Day

We were going over the river and through the woods to mothers house for Thanksgiving dinner; we weren’t in a sleigh; a Jeep Liberty was the mode of transportation. My sister and I were cold and tired from working all morning parking cars at the annual Thanksgiving football game and probably overdoing the night before; we tend to get a little punchy and very silly when we set off on an adventure and Turkey day was no different.

A song came across the radio; a good one; Pearl Jam “Try to be a better man” ; so I began to sing; because the words were garbled; so were mine; well my dear sister; whose humor runs through the same vein as mine; began to belt out her thanksgiving version; which went “trying to find a butter knife”. We laughed so hard we shook; the song was re-sung sporadically throughout the afternoon; especially when we sat down to dinner with the butter knives starring at us.

I have relayed this story to many friends who shared in the laughter and image of the camaraderie of the two of us. The shear hilarity of the renaming of the song, is one for the books. This Thanksgiving jingle will go on for years; every time I use a butter knife I will think of the grey November day when a simple song became a lasting laugh out loud.

Thanks for many things in life; especially the humor we find with those we care so much about. .