H. Neal Glanville: Hal’s take on random topics
Craig’s bomb scare has once again brought forth the “woulda, coulda, shouldas.”
I’ve been gently nudged not to get too carried away with this portion of the column, but as life would have it, I can’t do that.
None of us, except those directly involved, have any idea what procedures are involved for this type of situation.
As I watched, from a very safe distance, I was impressed with the response I saw.
I find complaining about something you know nothing about makes as much sense as whining about the weather (my apologizes to Carol and Molly for the weather remark).
I’ve also found there are three and only three types of people – those who don’t know, those who don’t care, and survivors. Somewhere along the line, you become one of the three. Fortunately, it’s one of those choices you can change for the betterment of all.
On to another topic
Personally, I think Whittle the Wood was another great success. Unfortunately, I can’t remember portions of my first “Asleep at the Wheel” concert, way back in the olden days in Corsicana, Texas, but this one was “the bomb.”
Don’t panic – it’s one of those terms Jen’s been trying to teach me. I’m pretty sure it means good.
Every whittler and “out of towner” I spoke with couldn’t say enough good things about Craig or all the events they attended.
How much bigger and/or better would it be if we combined Grand Olde “wet,” er, excuse me, West Days, and Whittle the Wood?
Dang it, have I agreed with vice-principal Jacobson? I hope not, but it sure seems like an idea that might benefit everyone.
Now for something completely different
The weak side of my brain gets all aflutter when someone says “We’re planning for the future.”
How do you plan for something when you have no idea what’s going to happen?
I can grasp saving money for retirement. I understand and have worked the mathematical probabilities of forecasting growth and sales. I just don’t understand the conception of a plan for tomorrow when you can’t take care of today.
It’s as if they want you to forget all about any past problems or mistakes and just focus on something that might happen sometime in the future.
I’ve quoted my uncle Barney before, and I shall again.
Yesterday was never here, and tomorrow never comes. Today is all you’ll ever get, so grab hold and enjoy.
Bottom line: Don’t tell me you can take care of tomorrow if you can’t handle today.
On a very personnel note, on June 18, 2009, our wedding anniversary, Jane and I became great-grandparents to a little girl who was named Alisha.
Yes, it’s one more Glanville the world will have to deal with. Maybe not today, but lookout in the future.
Until next time :
Yup, there I was surrounded by the time bandits, when I said to myself “Self,” I said, ‘cuz that’s what I call myself when I’m talking to myself. “Times don’t change, nor does time slip away, however, our moral character does. We choose to blame time, hoping it won’t speak the truth aloud and spoil the fantasy we’ve built around us. Goodbye, Michael.”
Thank you for your time.
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