The worst sin - perhaps the only sin - passion can commit is to be joyless.
Hi, please remain seated.
I had a joyful day today. I was basically happy all day and at first I couldn't figure our why. I have no reason to be happy. I have a U-Haul full of troubles, what's with all this glee?
Around noon I realized that I had been thinking about people I used to know that I liked, people who were good and respectable, people whom I respected and liked, people who smiled whenever they saw me and who put a smile on my face. Some are people I don't know any more and I don't know where they are. But the memories I have of them are so beautiful that I can keep them in my life and recall them any time.
I live alone, No one is here to greet me when I come home. I have no grandchildren to climb up on my lap. There is no faithful dog wagging it's tail at me, no cat looking for food and strokes. There's no one to help me up the stairs with my groceries. I have to look at the same dirty dishes still in the sink where I left them. The life of a solitary senior citizen is a lonesome one, especially if it's filled with troubles.
But in spite of the fact that there is no one to help me solve those problems, in spite of the monsters in my mail box, the vipers on my telephone and the sadistic notices sitting on my desk, I'm smiling.
How come? Because I know and have known good people, people I cared about and who cared about me, and I can think about those people any time I want to.
Keep dry, or keep wet, whichever you prefer.
If April showers bring May flowers than next month this town is going to be a forest.