July 18, 2018, 6:33 pm
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2018... Yeah!

It’s a funny thing but true, folks you don’t like don’t like you. And to my readers and to those I like, I forward this anonymous piece: 

On this, our first work day of 2018, I wish for y’all a day of ordinary miracles. Traffic moving on EDSA. A Ninoy bill in your pocket you didn’t know was there. Full battery in your car, laptop, cell phone, camera, flashlight. Your keys right where you look for them. No excessive junk mail in your Inbox. An unexpected happy phone call from a long lost dear friend.

Rice and salt bins full for good measure. 

I wish for you days of little things to rejoice in, like the fastest line at the supermarket. A good sing-along song on the radio. Not too many gifts to take back to the store to exchange; kids didn’t get too many gifts that need batteries. Spare time to make brewed coffee instead of the usual instant. 

I wish for my loved ones happiness and good feelings. Little bite-size pieces of perfection that give you the funny feeling that the Lord is smiling on you, holding you so gently, because you are someone special.


And don’t fret about the added years. Our bunch have great laughs over what oldies are up to:

A very elderly gentleman, hair well groomed, great looking suit, flower in his lapel, smelling slightly of a good after shave, walks into an upscale cocktail lounge. Seated at the bar is an elderly looking lady, in her mid-eighties. The gentleman walks over, sits alongside of her, orders a drink, takes a sip, turns to her and says his favorite pick-up line... “So tell me, I can’t remember, do I come here often?”


A hard of hearing went to a doc to have him fitted for a set of aids that allowed him to hear 100%. On his next visit to the doctor, “…I haven’t told my family I can now hear. I just sit around and listen to their conversations. I’ve changed my will three times!”


An elderly couple had dinner at another couple’s house. After eating, the wives headed for the kitchen. The host said, “Last night we went out to a new restaurant and it was really great. I would recommend it very highly. Let me think of the name…” After a long frustration for not remembering, “What is the name of that flower you give to someone you love? The one that’s red and has thorns?” “Do you mean a rose?” “Yes, that’s the one,” turning towards the kitchen and yelled, “Rose, what’s the name of that restaurant we went to last night?” 


While working as a student nurse, I found one elderly gentleman - already dressed and sitting on the bed with a suitcase at his feet. He said he didn’t need my help to leave the hospital but since I insisted, he reluctantly let me wheel him to the elevator. On the way down I asked him if his wife was at the lobby to meet him. He replied, “She’s still upstairs in the bathroom changing out of her hospital gown.”


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