(Born March 26, 1875 died January 29, 1963)
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
“Stay where you are until our backs are turned!”
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of outdoor game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
He is all pine and I am apple-orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, “Good fences make good neighbors.”
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
“Why do they make good neighbors? Isn’t it
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That wants it down!” I could say “Elves” to him,
But it’s not elves exactly, and I’d rather
He said it for himself. I see him there,
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father’s saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, “Good fences make good neighbors.”
It is time for me to vent and whine. If I hold it in, or try to, it might shoot out of my mouth in a way that will cause a fight or words being said. Today I will focus on the last three incidents. Incident may be a bit strong sounding but I guess that kind of says it. Anyway here goes.
A few months ago my grand daughters boyfriend got to where when he would pick up our great grandson he would stay around for a few hours before he took the baby home. My wife asked me why he stayed around so long and didn’t just go home so we could relax. I suggested that if my wife didn’t cook for him and give him food that maybe he would get the message and leave so we could relax. That triggered something like this (with voice very much raised) “I knew that you would turn it around so that I am at fault”. That prompted me to start praying “Dear Lord please help me to just be calm, passive and silent”.
And now my wife is sick with some virus that is going around and she is sleeping a lot. Knowing that my wife seems to look for ways to get pissed off I made sure to go upstairs and look in on her. I did it as quiet as possible so as not to wake her up. When I am sick I like to be just left alone to relax in my own mind so I thought that would be what the wife would like to just be quiet to slip in and out of sleep. Anyway that night right on schedule she said you didn’t check on me to see if I was still alive . . . etc. Fortunately I knew she would be looking for a way to get pissed off at me and pre-empted that strike. I once again started my constant prayer “Dear Lord please help me to be totally calm, passive and silent”.
This routine has gotten really old over the years and although I have prayed almost constantly to be able to just be silent and not offer my opinion on anything I still get caught. One of my takes on this routine in that me having a major heart attack may not be a bad thing.
…you get a pre-declined credit card in the mail.
…CEO’s are now playing miniature golf.
…Exxon-Mobil lays off 25 Congressmen.
…You see a polygamist with only one wife.
…the bank returns your check marked “Insufficient Funds,” you call them and ask if they meant you or them.
…McDonald’s is selling the 1/4 ouncer.
…Parents in Beverly Hills fire their nannies and learn their children’s names.
…A truckload of Americans are caught sneaking into another country
…When Bill and Hillary travel together, they now have to share a room.
…A picture is now only worth 200 words.
I never expected to see the day when girls would get sunburned in the places they do today.
I’m not a real movie star. I’ve still got the same wife I started out with twenty-eight years ago.
Live in such a way that you would not be ashamed to sell your parrot to the town gossip.
I’m a study of a man in chaos in search of frenzy.
Roses are red, violets are blue, I’m schizophrenic, and so am I.
I don’t drink. I don’t like it. It makes me feel good.
I wish I were selfless enough to heed this call. I’m too weak but I keep on thinking about it and praying.
Following a series of major surgeries, my older brother, Lewis, reminded me that growing old “ain’t for weaklings.” Many of us will eventually have to deal with the struggles of aging. But there can be a silver lining. Generally, in our later years we retire or work less and have more time to devote to our spiritual life. So aging isn’t necessarily something to fear because it is a time when we can flourish in serving the Lord.
At the age of 82, Lewis is a good example of serving others as his body will allow. He works with various charities at his church and in his neighborhood and recently took a seriously ill friend to the hospital and waited while he underwent surgery. Everyone can serve no matter the circumstances. Even if we have to use a cane or a walker, we can visit an ailing friend or make hospital calls, and we can always pray for others. When we share the love of Christ by caring for those who are sick or disabled and by encouraging their caregivers, God blesses all of us.
If we make it a point to be aware of the many needs around us, we can find many ways to serve our Lord. God has equipped each of us in some way to be an agent of grace.
What is a cat?
* Cats do what they want.
* They rarely listen to you.
* They’re totally unpredictable.
* They whine when they are not happy.
* When you want to play, they want to be alone.
* When you want to be alone, they want to play.
* They expect you to cater to their every whim.
* They’re moody.
* They leave hair everywhere.
* They drive you nuts and cost an arm and a leg.
Conclusion: They’re tiny little women in cheap fur coats