The moment you care, somebody rather than nobody cares.
Category Archives: Size Matters
Saith Me… Mountains and Molehills
The Soviets Had Excellent Border Security
Is it socialist policies which make the US more like their enemies of yesteryear, or is it their growing fear of outsiders? The Soviets were really good at keeping people out, but they were also really good at keeping people within their borders. While it is true the average person from the West did not often seek to cross the border, one still must admit the system worked. The borders were secure to all but the crafty espionage types.
In days of yore,
“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me …”
Today, it seems, we only want educated, socially acceptable, foreign born individuals to visit our shores. I wonder, though if at some level, we fear them as well?
The Locust Have Arrived
Saith the Husband… Danger
Direction Matters
Saith the Husband… Running

Today my husband ran 6 miles for the first time. As he has reminded me, it has taken 19 years for me to convince him to attack such a feat.
His comment at the completion of the run was, “After covering 6 miles, I have determined Nike, Suacony, Asics and Brooks are all fine, but Honda is still better.”
Saith the Husband…
Saith Me… Likability
The most important person you want to please is the person looking back at you in the mirror.
It is certainly better to be disliked and respected, than to be liked but held in contempt.
Just remember to be respected does not mean to be feared; and if everyone seems to dislike you, you might want to take a good hard look at your own nature.
However, if you are virtuous and kind to yourself and the world around you, yet still are not liked my the masses, you must be doing something right. Keep up the good work, and maybe the masses will learn something from you.
Making Hubby Happy
I am not sure if my blogging will change the world, but it makes my husband happy. Now he can read my mental meanderings rather than listen to them.





