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17 Jan

Others Aren’t As Surprised At Your Mistakes, As You Are.

Ed, my neighbor next door, told me yesterday that if I’m frustrated by making mistakes I may as well double my depression medicine right away. I told my neighbor that I had made more than my share of mistakes last week. Telling myself to smarten up hadn’t helped me make fewer mistakes either. It is hard to face the truth some days our mistakes keep showing up like bills we don’t want to see.

My neighbor said, “The reason many people make mistakes is because they do something stupid now and then.” He also explained that smartest folks never keep track of their mistakes or talk about them. Admitting to making mistakes is like having a sign around your neck that reads, “I cannot walk and hum a tune at the same time!” Ed cautioned that life is too short to focus on your mistakes. He added that there is something wrong with folks that talk about their mistakes. Everyone has already heard about them, so it is old news, or they’re under the delusion they don’t make mistakes very often. Our mistakes may surprise us, but others seldom are surprised at our mistakes, in fact, they, may be used to them.


7 Jan

Confess to Being the Victim of an Abusive Relationship

Ed, my neighbor next door, hassles me at every opportunity he can find. Yesterday was the first Sunday in 2015, and Ed came over to our house for coffee because it was so cold he was only traveling next door. My neighbor always waits till he has his coffee, before he gets to his mischief.

Yesterday, he said, “You must have had some very big sins to confess if you were willing to drive to church in Yorkton this morning. There was and still is the extreme cold weather warning. You were testing God by traveling the highway in such cold weather when you should have stayed home.”


7 Jan


When You’re Drowning, It’s Too Late For Swimming Lessons

Ed, my neighbor next door, heard I’m trying to improve my brain health, and he is certain that it’s too little, too late on my part. My neighbor learned that I had signed on to Lumosity. It is a website where you play games that are improving your brain health as you play their games. The games are designed to improve your brain’s level of attention, memory, flexibility, problem-solving, and speed. The games come from Neuroscience research that encourages stimulation games/activities to challenge the brain to create new neural pathways or reorganize existing ones. These games, hopefully, result in improved health and cognitive training in your brain.

Ed said it this way, “You’re playing silly games on your computer to keep yourself from becoming more and more brain dead.” I said that is pretty much it; growing older doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll be smarter than you have ever been. It is pretty common for brains to slow down and backfire as we get older.

No New Year’s Predictions

18 Dec

2015 Should Be Good, Unless There Is A Real Estate Meltdown

Ed, my neighbor next door, always holds a New Year’s Eve party where he makes his famous predictions for the coming year. Ed and Ruby will still be hosting their annual New Year’s Eve party this year, but Ed isn’t doing any predictions. My neighbor has decided that the world has gone totally crazy, and anything can happen in the coming year. Ed has pointed out that 2014 was as unpredictable as it gets. Ed still has some sandbags from Melville’s unbelievable summer flood. The killing of a ceremonial soldier/reservist and gunfire in the parliament at Ottawa was shocking. Then there was ISIS proudly beheading captives for the world to see so that Ed has given up making his predictions. Well almost, as Ed has made one prediction for himself; “I’m predicting that my neighbor next door will sell his house and move away. The only thing that could destroy my hopes is if there is a real estate meltdown.”

2015 has a great potential for joy for Ed, as long as, his neighbor moves away. When the beginning of the New Year rolls around, we do consider, like Ed, what might be a potential source of joy for us in the coming year. What will we do with our lives beyond our work and responsibilities in the year ahead? In a very real sense, everything is permissible for us, but not everything we might do is to our benefit. In fact, what we enjoy doing may be harmful, in that, it may master us. It is hard to eat one potato chip and stop at one. There is a thin line between enough and too much food.  

Classic Christmas Hits

17 Dec

Don’t Get Run Over By A Reindeer On Christmas Eve

Ed, my neighbor next door, is not home for Christmas this year. He and Ruby are celebrating Christmas in Edmonton. My neighbor had told me before they left that I should be careful because I could get run over by a reindeer on Christmas Eve. He loves to sing, “(How) Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer.”

Ed delights in telling me that he would come out to a Christmas Eve Church service if we cut out the Christmas carols and had some good classic Christmas music. I asked him if he was referring to something like, “Handel’s Messiah,” as some classic music. He answered, “No the good old classic Christmas music like, “Walking in a Winter Wonderland, or I’ll Be Home for Christmas, is what I’m talking about.” I said that they might be familiar songs, but not usually used in church on Christmas Eve. “That’s too bad!” Ed said to have the last word. 

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer

16 Dec


Watch Out For the Red- Nosed Neighbor, Maybe He’s Contagious!

Ed, my neighbor next door, had trouble dealing with me last week after he saw my red nose. Of course, he wanted to know if I was competing with Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. He asked, “What is wrong with the end of your nose? It looks like you have a flesh eating disease. You’ll scare the kids and make adults cross the street.” If his cell phone hadn’t interrupted him who knows how much more he would have said. Once Ed gets worked up on some topic, it can seem like a week before he runs dry of words.

My neighbor’s greatest concern was that I had some contagious thing on my nose that looked worse than ringworm. He told me that these days a person cannot be too careful, maybe I have some new thing like Ebola only on my skin. He also offered that since I have spent a lifetime with my nose in books, maybe it’s a kind of mold from reading limitless, musty books.