Sher, regarding your writings... I think you're in your last 10 years

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Subject: Life

On the first day, God created the dog and said: 'Sit all day by the

door of your house and bark at anyone who comes in or walks past.

For this, I will give you a life span of twenty years.'

The dog said: 'That's a long time to be barking. How about only ten

years and I'll give you back the other ten?'

So God agreed.

On the second day, God created the monkey and said: 'Entertain

people, do tricks, and make them laugh. For this, I'll give you a

twenty-year life span.'

The monkey said: 'Monkey tricks for twenty years? That's a pretty

long time to perform. How about I give you back ten like the Dog

did?'

And God agreed.

On the third day, God created the cow and said: 'You must go into

the field with the farmer all day long and suffer under the sun,

have calves and give milk to support the farmer's family. For this,

I will give you a life span of sixty years.'

The cow said: 'That's kind of a tough life you want me to live for

sixty years. How about twenty and I'll give back the other forty?'

And God agreed again.

On the fourth day, God created man and said: 'Eat, sleep, play,

marry and enjoy your life. For this, I'll give you twenty years.'

But man said: 'Only twenty years? Could you possibly give me my

twenty, the forty the cow gave back, the ten the monkey gave back,

and the ten the dog gave back; that makes eighty, okay?'

'Okay,' said God, 'You asked for it.'

So that is why for our first twenty years we eat, sleep, play and

enjoy ourselves. For the next forty years we slave in the sun to

support our family. For the next ten years we do monkey tricks to

entertain the grandchildren. And for the last ten years we sit on

the front porch and bark at everyone.

Life has now been explained to you.

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> Hi everybody... I was looking at some of my past writings and I

thought you might enjoy this little piece. I so miss writing (and

can see today where I could have " done a better job " on this).

Writers and artists have a tough time knowing when to " stop

tweaking " .

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> My illness has taken from me the ability to write as I used to.

Well...anyway......................

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> Senior Mental Health Program Newsletter Vol. 7 No. 3 Fall, 2003 -

Page 8

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> PET PEEVES

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> I don't know about you, but words like

>

> " Honey " , " Sweetie " , and " Dear " are pet

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> names for my husband, children and grandchildren.

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> I do not like these words delivered

>

> to me from a waitress along with my meal.

>

> Nor do I appreciate the familiarity of these

>

> words when spoken by a store clerk, the

>

> person who cuts my hair or the lady at the

>

> checkout stand at the grocery store. Waiting

>

> in my doctor's office, I am immediately

>

> piqued when the receptionist and/or nurse

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> call me " Sweetie " . I have a name. I won't

>

> get confused. Please don't patronize me

>

> with friendly gestures. Respect me by using

>

> my name.

>

> I know, I know, people who use these words

>

> wish only to be friendly, helpful, warm, encouraging, sympathetic,

comforting, affectionate and kind. Everything I may need in

>

> particular circumstances. What I don't need

>

> is feeling impersonal in my particular circumstance.

>

> I think " Sweetie " is adorable pinned

>

> on my granddaughters, who of course are

>

> sweet beyond measure! " Sweetie " doesn't

>

> go with my outfit and I don't need a label

>

> pinned on me like a name tag at Nursery

>

> School. I will not get lost. I promise. I have

>

> on occasion, asked the bearer of these

>

> cheerful greetings to please not call me

>

> " Sweetie " or " Dear " and I tell them what I tell

>

> you, it sounds so patronizing. Well, then we

>

> are each embarrassed and falling over each

>

> other to explain ourselves. More often than

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> not my husband and I roll our eyes at each

>

> other, grimace and say nothing.

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> Another one of my pet peeves is when I see

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> a senior treated like a twit! You know what I

>

> mean. If you don't see or hear well, conversation is directed at a

third party as if your brain is dead and you can't make your own

decisions. " Is she tolerating her medication? " a nurse asked me about

my blind

>

> grandmother. " I don't know, ask her, " was

>

> my immediate reply. " Would she like soup or

>

> salad? " was asked of me on another day

>

> but my answer was the same, " I don't know,

>

> ask her. "

>

> I love seniors. I am one, and nobody asked me about my pet peeves

but at least nobody calls me " sweetie " when I voice my opinion.

>

>

> MamaSher, age 69. IPF 3-06, OR./ Nasturtiums

> Don't fret about tomorrow, God is already there!

>

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Jack... I was just pulling your chain a bit. I was thinking if you are the dog then the wood is what you play around with and then discard. I think you were dense as wood to "project" a dying time on me you poop you. However, I know you are kidding, so just go play with stick! lol.

MamaSher, age 69. IPF 3-06, OR./ NasturtiumsDon't fret about tomorrow, God is already there!

LifeOn the first day, God created the dog and said: 'Sit all day by the door of your house and bark at anyone who comes in or walks past. For this, I will give you a life span of twenty years.' The dog said: 'That's a long time to be barking. How about only ten years and I'll give you back the other ten?' So God agreed. On the second day, God created the monkey and said: 'Entertain people, do tricks, and make them laugh. For this, I'll give you a twenty-year life span.' The monkey said: 'Monkey tricks for twenty years? That's a pretty long time to perform. How about I give you back ten like the Dog did?' And God agreed. On the third day, God created the cow and said: 'You must go into the field with the farmer all day long and suffer under the sun, have calves and give milk to support the farmer's family. For this, I will give you a life span of sixty years.' The cow said: 'That's kind of a tough life you want me to live for sixty years. How about twenty and I'll give back the other forty?' And God agreed again. On the fourth day, God created man and said: 'Eat, sleep, play, marry and enjoy your life. For this, I'll give you twenty years.' But man said: 'Only twenty years? Could you possibly give me my twenty, the forty the cow gave back, the ten the monkey gave back, and the ten the dog gave back; that makes eighty, okay?' 'Okay,' said God, 'You asked for it.' So that is why for our first twenty years we eat, sleep, play and enjoy ourselves. For the next forty years we slave in the sun to support our family. For the next ten years we do monkey tricks to entertain the grandchildren. And for the last ten years we sit on the front porch and bark at everyone. Life has now been explained to you. >> Hi everybody... I was looking at some of my past writings and I thought you might enjoy this little piece. I so miss writing (and can see today where I could have "done a better job" on this). Writers and artists have a tough time knowing when to "stop tweaking". > > My illness has taken from me the ability to write as I used to. Well...anyway. ......... ......... ...> > > > Senior Mental Health Program Newsletter Vol. 7 No. 3 Fall, 2003 - Page 8> > > > PET PEEVES> > I don't know about you, but words like> > "Honey", "Sweetie", and "Dear" are pet> > names for my husband, children and grandchildren.> > I do not like these words delivered> > to me from a waitress along with my meal.> > Nor do I appreciate the familiarity of these> > words when spoken by a store clerk, the> > person who cuts my hair or the lady at the> > checkout stand at the grocery store. Waiting> > in my doctor's office, I am immediately> > piqued when the receptionist and/or nurse> > call me "Sweetie". I have a name. I won't> > get confused. Please don't patronize me> > with friendly gestures. Respect me by using> > my name. > > I know, I know, people who use these words> > wish only to be friendly, helpful, warm, encouraging, sympathetic, comforting, affectionate and kind. Everything I may need in> > particular circumstances. What I don't need> > is feeling impersonal in my particular circumstance.> > I think "Sweetie" is adorable pinned> > on my granddaughters, who of course are> > sweet beyond measure! "Sweetie" doesn't> > go with my outfit and I don't need a label> > pinned on me like a name tag at Nursery> > School. I will not get lost. I promise. I have> > on occasion, asked the bearer of these> > cheerful greetings to please not call me> > "Sweetie" or "Dear" and I tell them what I tell> > you, it sounds so patronizing. Well, then we> > are each embarrassed and falling over each> > other to explain ourselves. More often than> > not my husband and I roll our eyes at each> > other, grimace and say nothing.> > Another one of my pet peeves is when I see> > a senior treated like a twit! You know what I> > mean. If you don't see or hear well, conversation is directed at a third party as if your brain is dead and you can't make your own decisions. "Is she tolerating her medication?" a nurse asked me about my blind> > grandmother. "I don't know, ask her," was> > my immediate reply. "Would she like soup or> > salad?" was asked of me on another day> > but my answer was the same, "I don't know,> > ask her." > > I love seniors. I am one, and nobody asked me about my pet peeves but at least nobody calls me "sweetie" when I voice my opinion.> > > MamaSher, age 69. IPF 3-06, OR./ Nasturtiums> Don't fret about tomorrow, God is already there!>