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This occurred to me

25 April 2016

“Do you miss men now you’re getting older?” I was asked recently.
“Not often” I replied. “I’m still quite a good shot.”

30 March 2016

In the 1960s I heard a story about a young king of ancient days. He wanted to learn wisdom but found that this came in brief items in all manner of books, and wise saying from all sorts of places. So he gathered a team of learned men, and told them that he wanted all the wisdom in the world written into a set of books. And after years of toil they came to him with a set of ten huge books, which the king had printed and distributed to every town.
But after seeing that most of his people couldn’t read or didn’t bother to read so many books, he went back to those that had done them and asked For all wisdom to be boiled down into a sngle book, and after many more years that book was brought to him. Not content, (typical king of the time) he considered again, and asked that the wisdom of the world be brought down to a phrase. And it was, and the king had THIS TOO SHALL PASS engraved over the door of his palace. Still he wasn’t satisfied, and at last, he came back to his sages and asked for wisdom to be expressed as one word and it was. The wisdom of the world is MAYBE.
To my mind that’s right. But I prefer my own wisdom which backs up to the earlier phrase. Endure the bad, it passes, wallow in the good, it won’t last – but it’ll come around again. And be optimistic, people that are, always feel a lot better than pessimists- we also live longer, say medical specialists. In my case that seems to run in the family genes most times. We’re optimists, and I like it that way. Because sure there’s bad times, but you live through them, and then there’s the good times, they’re great and you can look forward to them coming back. And somehow, if you expect them, there they are, on the horizon heading your way. At least, I’ve always found it so.

14 March 2016

I’m definitely old – not so my imagination which goes out more often and to far stranger places than I do. However as I mention to editors now and again, I decline to be blamed for some of the themes it creates. It lives its life, I live mine, and sometimes all I do is take dictation.

2 March 2016

I’ve learned that violence sometimes is the answer. When reason and logic fail. Then you reach for the hammer.

16 February 2016

Old age is a disease cured by death.
Youth is a disease cured by old age.
Neither youth nor age appreciate the cure.

3 February 2016

When I was 20 ‘security’ meant very little to me
When I was 40, it meant walking home after dark with a friend.
When I was sixty it meant living next door to a pitbull that loves me, and would arrive in one flying leap if I screamed.
If I make it to 80, I suspect it will mean very little again if I’m still living far out in the country. Or far too much if I’ve moved into town. Conclusion, urban living makes you nervous.

16 January 2016

years ago I was told that the good part of ageing was that temptation quits showing up on the doorstep. So does that nean I haven’t gotten old yet, because I’m still getting that knock at the door. (It’s just from different temptations, that’s all.)

14 December 2015

When I was five and we stayed in the bach my stepfather owned on Waiheke island, the milk came in a billy can that we put out, it was filled by a man who arrived with a horse (Polly) and a cart containing several churns filled with milk or cream. Now I live in a similarly rural area the milk isn’t delivered at all. I have to collect it from the local dairy, half a kay away, but I can do that on my electric mobility scooter. Which system was best? I can’t make up my mind. But I wouldn’t want to be without my scooter.

29 November 2015

When I started school at four, I used a pen dipped in ink in an ink well. Who’d have ever foreseen that one day I’d write books on a computer?
When I was four an icecream cost a penny. Now it’s about $4, on the other hand I can buy one with a LOT more than just vanilla flavour.
When I was four we had a cat that ruled the roost… come to think of it, that hasn’t changed at all. But nowadays they do live longer.

13 November 2015

the world is getting sillier by the minute, and an American friend recently said to me that she thinks her country is sillier than most. I might have disagreed – until I came across this one recently read on Snopes – a 6 year old boy was suspended from his school for three days for playing at recess and (oh horror) shooting friends with an IMAGINERY bow and arrow. So far as I can tell, this report is substantiated. Dear God! that takes the biscuit. What part of this didn’t the headmaster understand – it isn’t a real weapon, it’s imaginery. What next. The kid pretends to shoot someone with a bow and arrow, they pretend to die – and the police arrest him for murder?
I’m just thankful that when, at a similar age, I played with a real homemade bow and arrows (we had bamboo out the back) no one decided I was a homicidal maniac in the making. To this idiot headmaster I would point out that it’s part of childhood to play with toy weapons, it doesn’t mean you grow up vicious. Anymore than sitting quietly and reading about space means that…yes, well. Sigh. Maybe if it did I’d be piloting a spaceship by now. Then again, it may have had something to do with my application a couple of years back to go to Mars.

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