A million hours later...

...I've replayed the past couple of weeks in Bloglines. I've killed 75 of the 77 saved text items. The two extra I can't access; the website seems to be corrupted. I'll wait another day or two. There are 8 or so Sudokus that I'll get to in time. Beyond that, I'm zero'd out again.

However, I now have a long document of culled information to organize and post on my blogs. I need to stop putting this sort of thing off and just do the posting immediately instead. It has literally taken me about 6 hours to do this! Could be worse: I can at least listen to U-Pop on XM Radio while I do it....

Anyway.

This just came in my email box and since I know a few of us are not enjoying what life is handing us lately so I'm posting it here:

A 92-year-old petite, poised, and proud man, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o'clock, with his hair fashionably coifed and shaved perfectly, even though he is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today. His wife of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary. After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, he smiled sweetly when told his room was ready.

As he maneuvered his walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of his tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on his window.

"I love it," he stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy.

"Mr. Jones, you haven't seen the room; just wait."

"That doesn't have anything to do with it," he replied.

"Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my room or not doesn't depend on how the furniture is arranged. It's how I arrange my mind. I already decided to love it. It's a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I have a choice; I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do. Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open, I'll focus on the new day and all the happy memories I've stored away, just for this time in my life. Old age is like a bank account. You withdraw from what you've put in."

The five simple rules to be happy:

1. Free your heart from hatred.
2. Free your mind f rom worries.
3. Live simply.
4. Give more.
5. Expect less.