If, "Time is of the Essence", has anything to do with smell, our use of time this morning is about as smelly as it has been for quite awhile. I didn't use the word stink because we are retired and can use our time just about anyway we want to. Our lack of utilization of our time this morning so far smells to high heaven but it is such a sweet smell.
We go through everyday with the strong hope on top of our minds, that our funds won't get so low as to require us the need to find a paying job. Frugally, that's it! We try to live in a frugal mode which would be called by the folks from across the tracks where I was raised as a 'cheap ass'.
Let me tell you. Back when I was younger I had a shoe shine box and went around town shinning shoes. The banker who always let me polish his shoes was a rough man to please but I was able and gladly accepted the meager ten cents that he handed me. I believe he was probably a cheap ass frugal person but unlike us he had money.
When I'd take my little box to the tavern, it was a different story. One time, just through the door a nice gentleman had me shine his cowboy boots and gave me a quarter. I polished a few ten centers in there then as I started out the door the first person had me shine his boots another time and gave me another quarter. What a nice bunch. I messed around the square for about an hour then hit the tavern again knowing there was at least one pair of boots to be shined one more time but........the nice guy was gone.
Here, I'll tell you about my grocery delivery business flop. I tried to use a personally manufactured bicycle trailer. After the neck gave way and I got all the scattered groceries collected to walk them to their destination, I quit that business. No pay but I wasn't charged with whatever was missing or damaged beyond use.
Glenda is calling so I'm gone too.
"Old times" never come back and I suppose it's just as well. What comes back is a new morning every day in the year, and that's better.-George E. Woodberry
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