Monday, August 26, 2013

2013-0809 Letter/Audio


09Aug13

Hi All –

I enjoyed our class today although I felt sad that some of you could not be with us.  All of our volunteers are wonderful, though, so I’m confident that you had a good experience.   Probably a better experience than those poor students who were at my table talking about cremation and picking up bones with chopsticks.  Well, I certainly have no beef with people who do that; I’m sure that some of our customs must raise a few eyebrows as well.

We talked a bit about how most problems are solved by throwing money at them and I remembered feeling envious of those people who made twice as much money as I did.  In those days . . .(last week!) . . . I could feel that green-eyed monster stirring within me as I contemplated how much better their lives were than mine.  Of course, now that I’m retired, the grade-school kid on the corner selling his mom’s lemonade makes far more money than me but I’m not jealous a bit of him.  I don’t begrudge anyone the experience of going through grade school.

Then we turned our attention to elder abuse, surely a topic to break the ice at any party.  Imagine that you are a young man wanting to introduce yourself to some ravishing young lass whom you’ve been eyeing from across the room.  Trying to adopt a casual but worldly demeanor, you make your way unhurriedly over to where she is standing and say in dulcet tones “Say, did you hear the story of the guy who kept his 90-year old mother in a pigpen?” Naturally, at this point, she will NOT be thinking that FINALLY,  she has met the man of her dreams whom she hopes will father her children but rather that THIS GUY is probably the freak who keeps his poor, elderly mother in a pigpen out in the inclement weather where it is raining cats and dogs.  Horrified that this monster is still at large, she’ll immediately summon the police, entreating them to arrest you and free the mother.

Oh well, “C’est la vie” as the French say. 

Have a wonderful week!
Kevin


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