No Rest For The Weary

NO REST FOR THE WEARY

            My only grandson’s mama asked him one morning how he had rested the night before.  “I couldn’t sleep for all of that moaning and groaning”, he replied.  “Who was moaning and groaning”, she asked?  Without hesitation he answered, “Me”.

            Boogers will do that to you sometimes.

                                                                                    J.C.F.

Lost and Found

LOST AND FOUND

            Sometime back, my son-in-law rescued a small puppy from the landfill compactor, and carried her home with him.  My second granddaughter’s comment was “Who in the world would throw away a perfectly good dog”? 

            A good question.

                                                                                    J.C.F.

Success

SUCCESS

            What determines success?  What kind of measuring stick do you use?  Wealth?  Station in life?  How high up the social ladder he has climbed?  Does he live in the biggest house in town?  Does he own the biggest pickup truck or the most expensive car?  By observation, I think some would say yes to one of these things.

            As I was coming across the church parking lot Sunday, I saw a man, (I don’t know who he was) that impressed me greatly.  He was holding a small boy, about three, by the hand.  A little girl about seven was holding the other hand of the boy.  Daddy was carrying a cradle in his right hand.  With a small baby in it.  He gets my vote, no contest.

                                                                                    J.C.F.

The Weather?

Timely Tidbits

            I believe we are living in the most unusual and turbulent era of my lifetime.  The weather has gone crazy.  All over the world.  When you try to figure out what’s happening, no measuring stick works anymore.

            An elderly lady told me years ago, “You know,” she said “As long as the Lord handled the weather, it did alright.  But ever since they turned it over to that man in Atlanta, it ain’t been nothing but messed up ever since.”  I agree.

            Me, I think it’s about time we turned it back over the Lord.  What do you think?

                                                                                    J.C.F.

Run Away Bride

News from the Yard Sale Circuit

Run Away Bride

            Everybody that knows me is acquainted with my love for yard sales.  I had been informed that a very special friend of mine was selling some old tools, etc., that I look for.  I thought that I remembered where she lived, but I was traveling slowly checking the names of the streets.  I was in her vicinity I knew, but I wasn’t prepared for what I ran up on.  As I topped a hill I saw a woman by the side of the road waving her hands and having a fit.  As I got a little closer, I saw that she was “hitch hiking”.  She wasn’t particular which way she was going, but was trying to stop cars going both ways.  I thought now, this woman is desperate.  I’ve been advised all of my life, never pick up a strange woman by the side of the road.  What a story this could be, I thought.  I don’t even care if she’s got a pistol a foot long, I’m gonna give this ‘un a ride.

            As I got closer, the picture got even stranger, I had a flash, thinking I had been killed in a wreck.  It happened so quickly that there was no one in heaven to greet me, but one single woman in a white wedding dress.  I had hoped for a few kin, if nothing more ---- “A White Wedding Dress”?  I hadn’t died, I had lost my mind.

            This changed my assessment of the whole situation.  I thought now, one of two things, she was getting married, and in the middle of the ceremony, “Shazam” the groom dropped dead, and she was trying to get some help, or she really, really didn’t want to get married and ran.  Either way, she needed help and I was going to try to lend my aid.

            My eye sight leaving something to be desired, as I got closer, I recognized the lady that I was looking for.  She was waving a sign advertising her sale.

            My, my, how we allow our eyes to send the wrong information to our brains.  A lot of the time what we think we see is nothing close to the truth.

            Needless to say, I could have gone back home right then knowing this lady had truly made my day.

            This is just the half of the story, later on, we’ll talk about the other half.


                                                                                    J.C.F.

News From The Yard Sale Circuit

News from the Yard Sale Circuit

 
 I ran across Big L, (a home-spun philosopher that I’m acquainted with) at a yard sale the other day.  We were discussing the unusual weather we have been having lately.  He told me that one night at his house, the wind blew so violently that it blew one of his prize roosters into a gallon jug.  He said that when they finally got him out, the rooster was so disoriented by the ordeal that he couldn’t walk straight for two days.

I asked him if lying is still a sin or if it had been legalized by Congress sneaked in by them, to placate the morals of the day.  He told me I was years behind, that they had legalized lying back about 1962.  Said it had been legal for the government for years and years, that they had just finally let us in on it.

You can get an education on the yard sale circuit that’s not possible anywhere else. 

Timely Tidbits

Every expert I hear on television lately assessing the state of the economy, comes up with the same story.  They all can “see the light at the end of the tunnel”.  Using the misguided tea leaves that I do, I can’t even find the tunnel.

Calvin Foster

The Piddler

Don’t know just how it started

Nor when it first began

I found myself just piddlin

It surely wasn’t planned.

Sometimes I sit and ponder

Or write a silly rhyme

But mostly wind up piddling

Just passing off the time.

Some say that I’m lazy

For truth that isn’t so

Different is a better word

For them that really know.

I could have been a lawman

And wield a heavy hand

Or maybe a musician

And leader of a band

But as I stumble on through life

A different project every day

I’m most happy when I piddle

What more is there to say.

All folks can’t be piddlers

It takes a special kind

You need a bit of trifling in you

You always stay behind.

Consider this as you decide

How you want you life to go.

You don’t get rich a-piddlin

Ask me, I surely know.

I hope and pray the Lord will say

When my earthly trip is done

Heaven needs another piddler

And today you are that one.

CF.