I thought I'd relate this story about my cat, Thomas. It was so funny yesterday morning. I sometimes throw bread out for the birds and toss it from the back porch out to under the crabapple tree at the edge of the field. This morning I did that, and then came in the house and later looked out the window to see if the birds were eating it. I saw Thomas sniffing around until he found this big piece of bread. He sniffed it, then suddenly swatted it with his paw sending the piece of bread flying across the yard, then jumped up and ran full tilt the other way. I laughed so hard. He can be so goofy.

going to post a 2nd one today just because I am purging my email. (It's gonna take all day) Anyhow, I found this........ The Golden Years Situation Several days ago as I left a meeting at a hotel, I desperately gave myself a personal TSA pat-down.I was looking for my keys. They were not in my pockets. A quick search in the meeting room revealed nothing. Suddenly I realized I must have left them in the car.Frantically, I headed for the parking lot. My husband has scolded me many times for leaving the keys in the ignition. My theory is the ignition is the best place not to lose them. His theory is that the car will be stolen. As I burst through the door, I came to a terrifying conclusion. His theory was right.The parking lot was empty.I immediately called the police. I gave them my location, confessed that I had left my keys in the car, and that it had been stolen. Then I made the most difficult call of all,”Honey,” I stammered; ( I always call him “honey” in times like these.) “I left my keys in the car and it’s been stolen.”There was a period of silence. I thought the call had been dropped, but then I heard his voice. ”Are you kidding’ me,” he barked, “I dropped you off!!!”Now it was my time to be silent. Embarrassed, I said,”Well, come and get me.”He retorted, “I will, as soon as I convince this cop I didn’t steal your car.”Yep, it’s the golden years………….

Some time ago when I was hitchhiking near my home in a rural area, when a woman who had come to an indigenous settlement nearby to get lower cost gas stopped and asked me whether, if she was willing to share her car with me for a few minutes, would I promise not to hurt her and when I'd said that if she didn't hurt me, I promised not to hurt her, she let.me in the car. When she stopped at a traffic signal in a village nearby, there wasn't room between the front of her car and the one ahead for two people to walk side by side through there - and my rear end was trying to push itself backintothebackof my seat. I said that, while it was not a good idea for some old guy who'd damaged his car beyond repair in a collision, and lost his licence, to be offering advice about driving I had a suggestion I thought to be worthy of consideration. In the probably million to one or so probability that a vehicle coming up behind didn't stop - guaranteed one repair job needed for her car. If there were some space between her car and the vehicle ahead, a possibility of getting stopped before a collision. But if less than three feet or so - second collision pretty well guaranteed ... requiring a second repair job on her car (or maybe even scrap it). She said that my idea was worth thinking about. When I told this story later to a group of men, one said "If you'd told that to me - I'd have told you to get out and walk!". When a retired paratrooper who's active in our church came to get some lower cost gas nearby and came to pick me up en route to the old guys' coffee time there on Thursday, when I told this story to him, he said "Don't try telling a man how to drive!". Possibly the driver in the story above, sharing a ride on the way to work, so feeling unable to kick a passenger out in that situation, had chosen a second best alternative? ole joyful

Rusty