Echoes from the Loafersâ Club Meeting:
Is it cold enough for you?
I canât feel my toes.
Thatâs no big deal. They feel just like your fingers only shorter.
Driving by the Bruces
I have two wonderful neighbors â" both named Bruce â" who live across the road from each other. Whenever I pass their driveways, thoughts occur to me, such as: I never forget that there is something I should remember.
Ask Al
âIf a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?â Yes, âUffda!â
âIf you could describe yourself in one word, what would it be?â Bad at math.
âWhat would you do if you knew you were going to live forever?â Iâd make sure that everything I bought came with a lifetime guarantee.
The cafe chronicles
Someone sneezed with gusto. I ducked. You never know where a used cough drop might fly when powered by a sternutation.
The chowhound covered his hash browns with salt, trying to cover up that nasty potato taste, as he sang, âCigarettes. Iâve had a few, but, then again, too few to mention.â
He was older than he once was and younger than he will be. He told all who were willing to listen that he thought heâd lost his belt buckle this morning, but heâd put his pants on backwards. Heâd grown a beard. At his age, if his hair wanted to grow anywhere, he wasnât going to stop it. Newton discovered gravity in the 1600s, but the man said that he was in his 60s before he really began noticing it.
I interjected that Iâd been looking for a book I had about Isaac Newton, when the book fell from the shelf and hit me on the head.
We talked of old cars weâd owned that had run on alternative energy. We had to push them. Then the chowhound had to go home. He needed to finish writing the postcards he was sending that said, âWish you were here instead of me,â to snowbirds wintering in Arizona, Texas, Florida and California.
Knitting at a basketball game
The novelist Jules Verne wrote, âYou will travel in a land of marvels.â
Each day that allows a single smile is marvelous.
I sat at a basketball game recently. I sat between two knitters. One was my wife. The other knitter was a young lady in the seventh grade. My wife had strayed from her typical cherubic demeanor after knitting herself into a corner, so I visited with the seventh grader. I was amazed at how much sharper she was than I remember me being at that age or at my current age. I was a decent seventh grader, but I was never quite good enough to make a career of it. I blamed it on my sharpened with love, Ticonderoga Number 2 pencils. They had too many wrong answers in them. I got a C-flat in music class. I was an essay guy in a multiple-choice world. The highlight of my year was that I never threw up in health class. Even though my report cards were typically smudged with my motherâs tears, I learned things. Things like, itâs âiâ before âeâ except after âcâ or when sounding like âaâ in âneighborâ and âweigh.â And in classmate Roger Heineâs last name. One day, I learned so much in school that I forgot my name.
Customer comments
Ric McArthur of Morpeth, Ontario, sent this, âPatience is something you admire greatly in the driver behind you but not in the driver in front of you.â
Harvey Benson of Harmony wrote, âI lived in Finland for some time. Sometimes the president would go to see someone at a care center when they turned 100 in order to wish them a happy birthday. One time when he was visiting a lady he asked her if she was married. With a wink and a smile she answered, âNot yet.ââ
Talking with the Holstein
The Holstein is a retired dairy cow, so she has time to talk. The Holstein is a model of politeness. I asked for her secret.
The Holstein chewed her cud thoughtfully before saying, âBeing polite means asking questions that you donât want to know the answers to.â
Nature notes
âDo blue jays migrate?â Blue jay migration is a mystery. Some individual birds may migrate south one year and remain here the next. Itâs unclear what factors determine whether a blue jay winters in the north or south. Iâd think food supplies would be a factor.
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