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Sunday Musings #180

If you ever get an email about pork, ham, salt and preservatives, don’t open it. It’s spam!

– Unknown

Tee Hee! Have a good Sunday!

 

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Sunday Musings #179

If a man says he will fix it, he will. There is no need to remind him every six months about it!

– Unknown

 

This made me smile, because I have a friend who is forever asking her husband to fix stuff around the house. He’s pretty good at starting things, but very bad at finishing them off!

 

Happy Father’s Day to all the Dads out there. 

 

Sunday Musings #176

I used to be indecisive, but now I’m not quite sure.

– Tommy Cooper

 

I used to get cross with my parents when they dithered about the simplest decision. Do you want a cup of tea or not?

As I got older I began to understand. Though I am annoyed at myself for doing so, I too now dither!

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post script: Well it appears I repeated myself with last week’s Sunday Musings #175. By the time I found out (see below) my post had been published a good while, so I just left it. I forgave myself the slip and told myself I’m only human after all.

I suppose a repeat was bound to happen sooner or later, as I’ve been doing these a few years now. Usually, if I think I remember a quote I’ll do a quick check to make sure.

However, last week apparently I was on such an energy saving mode it all just passed me by. I don’t even have the excuse of maybe it was years ago. No, it was only #166, which was February of this year!!

A follower pointed it out to me; my young friend Dan. You can check out his blog here: Danupondrake.

Thank you Dan.

 

Sunday Musings #174

“It’s not whether you win or lose, it’s how you play the game,” according to the losers and their parents.

– Unknown

 

While I think this quote is amusing, it does have a grain of truth!

I have three older siblings and growing up there was no way I could ever win any game we kids played.

Playing chess or any card game with my Dad or older brother was always an exercise in patience for me. They took so long to move a chess piece that I’d play kamikaze chess just to finish the game! (ie deliberately kill myself as quickly as possible just to end this!)

So, yes, I had to learn to enjoy playing the game, because I was never ever going to win.

Gondolier 1

I never won physical things at school either, because I was young in the year and on the small side.

That is why I clearly remember my school sports day when I was eight years old.

The girls in our year ran what they quaintly called “The 80 Yard Dash”. We all lined up at the start and off we went.

I remember my little feet pounding down the grass lane while my glasses bounced up and down on my nose, making the field in front of me dance around too.

My friend W was to the left of me. Tall and swift she soon outstripped me and was in the lead, but I kept on running for all I was worth.

I saw W reach the white tape at the end of the race. Then she simply stopped! All the parents at the side of the track were shouting at W to cross the tape!

My little feet still pounding away, I caught up. I had no such hesitation at the tape and ran straight through it. I was first!

W suddenly realised what all the parents were shouting at her, did a quick skip, and crossed the line second.

I went up to W after the race and said that it wasn’t fair. Obviously she had won the race; she was at the finish line way before me. W was a lovely girl and just said that yes it was fair, as she should have had the sense to cross the line. I did, so I won.

Gondolier 2

At the end of sports day they handed out the prizes. I won a plastic gondola with tiny gondolier. (Since I don’t have the gondola handy, I stuck my little gondolier onto this dish with some prestik.)

I cherished this prize for years. The gondolier’s lost his pole and the gondola, I think, is in the top of my wardrobe; but when I came across the little man the other day, he still brought back all those memories.

I am sure W went on to win many other races. (I don’t know because we moved and I never saw her again.)

As for me; that was the only race I ever won my entire life. Even though I felt I won by default, it still meant a lot to me: enough to keep the tiny gondolier all these years!