To insure good health: eat lightly, breathe deeply, live moderately, cultivate cheerfulness, and maintain an interest in life.
I am now officially back. I have been OK’d to drive and yesterday I started my Cardio Rehab that will go on until October. I am moving slow but at least I am moving. I cannot jump over tall buildings but I can jump over curbs. The prognosis is good and I fully expect to end up stronger and with more stamina than I had before my surgery. I will have to delay my YMCA early morning workouts for a while but that does not mean I can’t stop by and see my friends and also restart the nutrition program I was on and I look forward to doing that soon.
I do plan on reassessing what I will do in the years and months ahead. I look forward to getting re-involved in many of the opportunities we have here in Indianapolis and who knows when I regain my health I might even be able to do some good. I have learned over the years that I need to have balance in my life and not take on so much that I don’t have time to enjoy the world and the people around me. There have been times in my past when the days managed me instead of me managing my days. I think far too many of us spend too much time on our tasks leaving little time to take advantage of all that can enrich our days. It is sad how many folks run out of time and end their lives never having enjoyed many of the good days.
One thing that I will continue is the Daily. I am glad I get to stop and take a look at the world every day for I get to discover so much that I might have missed. I consider that to be a gift you give me for I write it for us, you and me, without you and others like you there would be no “we” in my life, just me alone, just think how much fun I would have missed.
So my dear friend thanks for being there, you are the best therapy I could possibly have.
Health is the condition of wisdom, and the sign is cheerfulness, — an open and noble temper.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
A man wrote a letter to a small hotel in a Midwest town he planned to visit on his vacation. He wrote:
I would very much like to bring my dog with me. He is well-groomed and very well behaved. Would you be willing to permit me to keep him in my room with me at night?
An immediate reply came from the hotel owner, who said, “I’ve been operating this hotel for many years. In all that time, I’ve never had a dog steal towels, bedclothes, silverware or pictures off the walls. I’ve never had to evict a dog in the middle of the night for being drunk and disorderly. And I’ve never had a dog run out on a hotel bill. Yes, indeed, your dog is welcome at my hotel. And, if your dog will vouch for you, you’re welcome to stay here, too.
Two kids were trying to figure out what game to play. One said “Let’s play doctor.”
“Good idea.” said the other. “You operate, and I’ll sue.”
A lifelong unchurched man suddenly develops a vague religious urge and decides to join a church–any church. So he sets out to find one.
His first stop is a Roman Catholic church where he asks what he has to do to join. The priest mentions diligent study and the affirmation of the Nicene and Apostles’ Creeds, then–just to see how much the man knows–asks him where Jesus was born. “Pittsburgh,” he answers. “Get out!” cries the shocked priest.
Next stop is a Southern Baptist church where the seeker is told he would have to learn Bible verses, swear belief in the Nicene and Apostles’ creeds, swear off booze, and be baptized (“By immersion, not just some sissy sprinklin'”). The Baptist preacher then, to see how much this man knows, asks him where Jesus was born. “Philadelphia?” he asks tentatively (once bitten, twice shy). “Get out, you heathen!” yells the preacher.
Our perplexed protagonist finally walks into a Unitarian church where he is told all he has to do is sign a membership card. “You mean I don’t have to renounce anything, swear to anything, or be dunked in anything?” “That’s right. We have no special tests for membership, no dogma. We support total individual freedom of belief.” “Then I’ll join! But tell me–where was Jesus born?” “Why, Bethlehem, of course.” The man’s face lights up. “I knew it was some place in Pennsylvania!”
Never ask a barber if he thinks you need a haircut.
A cowboy walked into a barber shop, sat on the barber’s chair and said, “I’ll have a shave and a shoe shine.” The barber began to lather his face while a woman with the biggest, firmest, most beautiful breasts that he had ever seen knelt down and began to shine his shoes.
The cowboy said, “Young lady, you and I should go and spend some time in a hotel room.”
She replied, “I’m married, and my husband wouldn’t like that.”
The cowboy said, “Tell him you’re working overtime, and I’ll pay you the difference.”
She said, “Why don’t you tell him yourself? He is the one shaving you.”
A bachelor is a man who comes to work each morning from a different direction.
THINGS ABOUT LIFE I LEARNED FROM A JIGSAW PUZZLE
1. Don’t force a fit. If something is meant to be, it will come together naturally.
2. When things aren’t going so well, take a break. Everything will look different when you return.
3. Be sure to look at the big picture. Getting hung up on the little pieces only leads to frustration.
4. Perseverance pays off. Every important puzzle went together bit by bit, piece by piece.
5. When one spot stops working, move to another. But be sure to come back later (see #4).
6. The creator of the puzzle gave you the picture as a guidebook.
7. Variety is the spice of life. It’s the different colors and patterns that make the puzzle interesting.
8. Working together with friends and family makes any task fun.
9. Establish the border first. Boundaries give a sense of security and order.
10. Don’t be afraid to try different combinations. Some matches are surprising.
11. Take time often to celebrate your successes (even little ones).
12. Anything worth doing takes time and effort. A great puzzle can’t be rushed.
“I joined Gambler’s Anonymous. They gave me two to one I don’t make it.”
A Unitarian Universalist walks into a fabric store and asks the clerk for nine yards of material. The clerk asks, “What are you going to make?” The UU says, “I’m making a nightgown for myself as a present for my husband.”
The clerk says, “But nine yards is way too much material for a nightgown.”
The UU says, “I know, but my husband would rather seek than find.”
Age does not depend upon years, but upon temperament and health. Some men are born old, and some never grow so.
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
Management is not responsible for duplicates from previous dailies. The editor is somewhat senile.
This daily is sent only to special people who want to start their day on an upbeat. If you have system overload because of our daily clutter, let me know and I will send you the information via mental telepathy. If you have not been getting our daily you can request to be added by e-mailing me at email@example.com. Back issues are posted at http://raykiwsp.wordpress.com/ currently there are about 2000 readers from around the world.