Musing

From reading your daily musings lately you seem to be taking everything way too seriously ... lighten up a bit man. Not everything happens for a reason - sometimes "sh__ just happens" ... a bit overstated perhaps but we all have our ups and downs. Just remember the Highs and forget the lows - move on and you will live as long as I have (ha ha). Everyday over 50 becomes a new adventure ... all those years up to 50 are to give you the experience for the last 50!! KH, Edmonton, from the home of the 2006 Stanley Cup ... GO OILERS GO !!!

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You are a sweetheart. Your birthday wishes and the mention in musings made my day. Really. I expected to have a birthday in solitude, but the people in Halifax found out about it and brought in a cake and the usual humor. It was a good day. Back in Calgary until Wednesday: flight up north for some "patch" work; off to Atlanta on Thursday and routing myself through Cincinnati on the return trip to help my daughter celebrate her birthday. I'll be leaving for Michigan on the 1st and returning on Sunday the 16th. And then I'll be here to meet you for coffee - or whatever. I am about to acquire a puppy, a Goldendoodle. She and Gusta may be companionable. The pup (probably Zoe, but I'll have to revisit that when I meet her) is coming from Cincinnati and will spend the summer on our farm in Michigan...an amazing place for a dog. Thanks again, CB, Calgary

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A muser, liking Sunday’s musing forwarded it to a writer friend of hers. His response is printed only so I can mock the idiot, not out of any sense of democracy: I liked the poetic musings of the writer except the line about us not carrying a baby for 9 months. My response to that sentiment follows. "we reach that point of fatherhood having made only the tiniest of contributions we have not carried life inside us for 9 months" - I submit that the writer was merely pandering to mothers and did not put much thought into this statement - a futile attempt to ingratiate himself with women by playing down the man's role in procreation. Fathers, like mothers carry 'life' in them from puberty till death. Just think for a moment of the discipline involved in protecting this 'life' from contamination, or wasteful discharge over a lifetime. No matter how lonely he gets, a disciplined man must resist the company of his left hand to avoid a waste of this precious jewel. Even the very process of transferring this 'life' for ultimate union with its female half can be very challenging. Have you never heard of men who 'couldn't get it up' or those who couldn't keep it up long enough or, worst of all, those who don't carry enough of the 'life' in them to create a viable independent human. These are just a glimpse of the humiliation that men have endure to sustain human life on earth. Too bad we are not much appreciated. I would suggest that women who share the same sentiment as the writer should mate with a cold steel syringe instead of a live, warm and wormy, smooth phallus., AO