Hi all ~~ It is Friday here in Australia. How very
quickly the weeks fly by. My son Geoff and his wife
Joanne are coming this evening, so I am looking forward
to their visit. I am doing this post in the afternoon,
which is better than at midnight !! Maybe I wont make
so many mistakes to correct.
I took a taxi to go to the hairdresser for a trim and set,
so looking good at present. Well, better !!
<><><><><<><> Man and Dog story <><><><><><>
A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them. After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road.
It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight. When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.
When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?" "This is Heaven, sir," the man answered. "Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked. "Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up." The man gestured, and the gate began to open. "Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?" the traveler asked. "I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets."
The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog. After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.
"Excuse me!" he called to the man. "Do you have any water?" "Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in." "How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to the dog. "There should be a bowl by the pump." They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it.
The traveler filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog. When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree. "What do you call this place?" the traveler asked. "This is Heaven," he answered.
"Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the road said that was Heaven, too." "Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's hell." "Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?" "No, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind."
<><><><><> Little Poem by D. Warren. <><><><><>
I could write if I felt better,
a positive little poem
with green grass
sweet valleys and
a safe place of my own.
I could write of pretty flowers
and the stars up n the sky,
I could write about lovely meadows
and pretty butterflies.
If only I were feeling better,
I would write a little poem-
about walking trails
happy trees and,
a safe place of my own.
<><><><><> It is actually called “Little Poem” <><><><>
This one is called “The Memory of Me”. The author is
unknown but it is In memory of Edward “Teddy” C.
Lawrence. 1982 – 2001. A nice epitaph !!
I’d like the memory of me to be a happy one.
I’d like to leave an afterglow of smiles when life is done .
I’d like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways,
of happy times, and laughing times, and bright and sunny days.
I’d like the tears of those who grieve to dry
before the sun of happy memories I leave when life is done.
<><><><><><> Bye for now ~~ <><><><><><>