Thursday, December 13, 2007

Thursday Therapy

First thing this morning Tim, the physical therapist, came to do Walter's first session of physical therapy at the house. Walter did a nice job and Tim had him working hard. The next session will be Monday. I was informed that leaving Walter home alone on Friday wasn't a good idea at all so I will be working from home tomorrow as I did today.

Tim (brother) came by after he got off work to show me how to give Walter his blood thinner shots. I get the great pleasure of 'sticking' him once a day for the next month.

Email & Newsletter Gleanings:

Thought For the Day: "If you're not happy with what you have, how could you be happier with more?"

A Visit with Beatrice

Miss Beatrice, the church organist, was in her eighties and had never been married. She was admired for her sweetness and kindness to all. One afternoon the pastor came to call on her and she showed him into her quaint sitting room. She invited him to have a seat while she prepared tea.

As he sat facing her old Hammond organ, the young minister noticed a cute-glass bowl sitting on top of it. The bowl was filled with water, and in the water floated, of all things, a condom!

When she returned with tea and scones, they began to chat. The pastor tried to stifle his curiosity about the bowl of water and its strange floater, but soon it got the better of him and he could no longer resist.

'Miss Beatrice', he said, 'I wonder if you would tell me about this?' pointing to the bowl..

'Oh, yes,' she replied, 'Isn't it wonderful? I was walking through the Park a few months ago and I found this little package on the ground. The directions said to place it on the organ, keep it wet and that it would prevent the spread of disease. Do you know I haven't had the flu all winter.'

Christmas Cake

Every Christmas, composer Giacomo Puccini would have a cake baked for each of his friends. One year, having quarreled with Arturo Toscanini just before Christmas, he tried to cancel the order for the conductor's cake. But it was too late the cake had already been dispatched.

The following day, Toscanini received a telegram from Puccini: "Cake sent by mistake."

He replied by return: "Cake eaten by mistake."

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