Just Hit Delete

Good thing I’m not the writer of a daily newspaper column who depends on the income from that to live.  I would have starved to death months ago.  But I figure if the things I dream up bore ME, why torture other people with them.

Every day I get at least a couple of what are supposed to be inspirational e-mails.  Sometimes I’m actually inspired.  Mostly I just peruse and delete.  But I like the wisdom of George Carlin, so here’s this: 

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider freeways , but narrower viewpoints.

We spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time.

We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.

We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life. We’ve added years to life not life to years. We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We’ve done larger things, but not better things. We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We’ve conquered the atom, but not our prejudice.

We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill.

It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete…

Consider the insight shared.  Now I’m going back to my e-mail to hit delete.

Pointless Prattle

Here’s a list of possible blog topics that have been fluttering around in my brain.  I’m posting them to let everyone know why I haven’t bothered to expand on any of them.  It should be self explanatory, but that’s never stopped me from explaining things ad nauseum.

1.  A local newspaper article entitled “Get to Know Your Water Heater”.  Unfortunately, I couldn’t get any further with that one than the headline, so I don’t know what the benefits of doing that might be.  It’s a very catchy phrase though.  Kind of imprints itself on ones brain and will NOT go away.

2.  How much I love our new easy start lawnmower.  On a scale of one to ten for lawnmower love, it’s definitely a ten.  I’m thinking of inventing a lawn tool that sucks up dandelions and turns them into mulch.  Maybe with some screaming sound effects.  Why can’t they make a lawn grass that is that tenacious.

3.  An advice column I perused with instructions on how to ”Declutter Your Brain.”  Obviously I could not be bothered cluttering up my brain with all that helpful guidance.  I can’t for the life of me remember even one of the methods they recommended.  Which could mean that I don’t really need that advice at all. 

4.  How rude the happy bunny can be.  I have a calendar that spews out cheeky thoughts for the day.  Some of them, like ‘you go girl, and don’t come back’, or ‘a good loser is still a loser’ are mildly amusing.  But  ‘have a great day you worthless turd’ is more vulgar than funny.  He should be called the bad mannered bunny.  The discourteous cottontail from hell.  Something truthful like that.  Impertinent little rabbit.

5.  My latest addiction, Farm Town on Facebook.  Sorry to all you people to whom I have sent copious gifts of farm animals and trees.  Thank you to all the people who have hired me and paid me money.  I just bought a barn.  WOOOOOT!!  Inside info – sunflowers are a great cash crop.  And to all you snarky little pinheads who don’t think grapes are worth your time to harvest, get a life.

6.  The weather.  But no one wants to hear another complaining rant about something over which we have no control.  Or do we have some control over it?  Maybe that’s the underlying problem.  Right now I’m doing a rain dance.  Mother Nature is ROTFL. 

7.  GAWD, who even needs a number seven.