Broken Promise

1 Apr

Our Broken Promises Can Bloody Our Souls

“I forgot,” may be an honest reason for a broken promise. Ed, my old neighbor from Saskatchewan, promised Ruby that he would go with her to Regina last Friday. They were to leave at ten in the morning. Ten came and went, and Ed wasn’t home from having coffee downtown. When Ed rolled in half an hour late Ruby was not impressed with his, “I forgot.”

Broken promises come in all shapes and sizes. Jonathan Swift said, “Promises and pie crusts are made to be broken.” A promise is true to us when we make it; but after we break the promise, our sorry is meaningless.  An English proverb states, “When a man repeats a promise again and again, he means to fail you. A Danish proverb offers, “Eggs and oaths are easily broken. Do some people get pleasure out of breaking their promises? Is the price of a promise made too high to pay sometimes?

Fill My Cup

24 Mar

A Cup Of Coffee That Would Last You A Week

Ed, my old neighbor in Saskatchewan, has had more than his share of colorful relatives. We got into a discussion of Ed’s uncle John because of my clumsy, arthritic, hands, and my frequent dropping, and breaking of various things. I like my coffee and have dropped and broken several coffee mugs.

Ed’s uncle John was a rancher and cowboy in Alberta and who made bitter coffee that was just plain-awful tasting. His uncle John always insisted that Ed drink his cup of coffee for it separated the men from the boys. Uncle John felt he was doing those who drank his coffee a favor. He said that if you can drink my coffee, you will be able to drink a good swallow of whiskey straight from the bottle.  Ed claims a cup of his uncle John’s coffee would last a person a week.

Prepare the Meal

14 Mar

A Special Meal Means Precise Planning And Preparation

Ed, my old neighbor in Saskatchewan, was enlisted by Ruby to set up the rented hall for a family dinner. By set up I mean, set up tables and chairs for two dozen family members. He admitted that he would never cook a special family dinner except if he could feed everyone with take-out food.

Family meals can be exceptional when we are celebrating a birthday or anniversary, etc. Special food will be prepared and cooked. The chairs around the table are counted so everyone can sit down for the meal. Most families have their unique menu for Christmas, Thanksgiving and Easter dinners.

Symbol of Betrayal

7 Mar

Paying Income Tax Is Treason Toward Your Bank Account

As the deadline for filing income tax looms at the end of next month, Ed my old neighbor in Saskatchewan, calls it paying blood money to the government. My old neighbor clearly states that asking him for money is an unpardonable offense, he sees it as a betrayal of his friendship. He considers his money sacred and has no intention of letting it slip through his fingers.

Everyone like Ed has their personal views on paying income tax and how much they treasure their money. One might say there are various degrees of how much folks love their money. It is interesting that Judas Iscariot is described in the Bible as a lover of money.  As the disciple in charge of the petty cash for the disciples as a group, he was reported to have had sticky fingers.

Too Personal To Share

6 Mar

Blessed Are Those Who Don’t Tell You Too Much Or Too Little

I talked with Ed, my old neighbor in Saskatchewan, yesterday and he was recovering from a huge family birthday celebration. Ed’s great aunt Mable was honored with a 95th birthday party at her family farm. Relatives from far and near showed up to the birthday bash.

Aunt Mable is a living family legend having outlived four husbands. It is rumored that she has more money than three banks. Her farm home has always been a gathering place for family functions. The women come with a generous dish to serve on the table and a dessert. The men talk and brag a bit and the kids play. It is a time when family relatives tell you way more than you want to hear or give far too little information to satisfy you.

It Should Not Hurt

6 Mar

Love Should Not Hurt Me, But Love Killed Jesus

Ed, my old neighbor in Saskatchewan, has found a way to take the cost out of Valentine’s Day. He was telling me that he has discovered you can do Valentine’s Day, a day late. On Feb. 15th Ed handed Ruby a valentine’s card, a box of chocolates shaped like a heart, and a small bunch of flowers. Ruby said its not Valentine’s Day. Ed said, “It is close enough if you don’t want the chocolates, I’ll eat them.”

Ed usually ignores Valentine’s Day, but this year when he went in the store a day after Valentine’s Day, flowers and chocolates were half prices, and Ed felt he could afford to be generous for a change. He saw a chance to surprise Ruby and show her his romantic side. He is not good at telling Ruby that he loves her.