Day 242 | Monday, 16 November 2020

Day 242 - Audio Version

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Day 242 | Monday, 16 November 2020

FROM The Church Mouse

As we hunker down for what looks like it will be our most challenging part of this COVID 19 journey, I thought a bit of humor might help us in our condition. Here goes:

Old Folks Favorite Things - A Humorous Parody       
Music: “My Favorite Things,” Richard Rodgers       
Words: Anonymous

These words: The Church Mouse

Maalox and nose drops and needles for knitting,
walkers and handrails and new dental fittings, 
Bundles of magazines tied up in strings,
these are a few of our favorite things.

Cadillacs and cataracts and hearing aids and glasses, 
Polident and Fixodent and false teeth in glasses, 
Pacemakers, golf carts and porches with swings. 
These are a few of our favorite things.

When the pipes leak, when the bones creak, 
when the knees go bad, 
we simply remember our favorite things, 
and then we don’t feel so bad.

Hot tea and crumpets, and corn pads for bunions, 
no spicy hot food or food cooked with onions, 
Bathrobes and heat pads and hot meals friends bring.
These are a few of our favorite things.

Back pains, confused brains, and no fear of sinning, 
soft bones and fractures and hair that is thinning, 
We won't even mention our short, shrunken frames, 
praying to God we remember our names.

When the joints ache, when the hips break, 
when the eyes grow dim, dear Lord…
Then we will remember the great life we’ve had, 
and then we won't feel so bad.

WOW! Ain’t that the truth? Ida also gave me a poem along these lines. She wanted it added to The Church Mouse. I’m always glad to include anything that you would like to share with our community here at the Woodlands.

After Seventy

Pamper the body, prod the soul.
Accept limitations, but play a role.
Withdraw from the front, but stay in the fight.                 
Beware of reminiscing, except to a child.
To forgetting proper names,,..be reconciled.
Despise not solitude, let no one condone.
Cultivate interests, enjoyed alone.
Refrain from loquacity, be crisp and concise.
And regard self-pity as a cardinal vise.
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-Olive Higgins Prouty