Comments on: Eeyore Lives

By: A P H

A P H — Tue, 13 Nov 2007 03:25:55 +0000

well if no one else will notice it yet, i guess i will. Winnie The Pooh is Eeyores friend. Winnie eats the honey to handle Eeyores unintended blackboard fingernail rasp. The sugar calms him down. Winnie would agree, from his cumfy bear’s perspective, that those who ask about life’s span don’t really want to know. They just have to ask because they are meant to check off a box on their bookkeeping question roll. Eeyore must deal with scary words like “necrology” and scarier thoughts of one’s holdings clunking and clanking around inside a nasty can. No wonder. No wonder. Acid stomach? Intimations of brain death or disfunction? Yikes, who are these folks? They, I’m sure, are unintentional in their ideas and delivery. Yet, perhaps, like Winnie the Pooh they could ponder before the plunder of the composure of one’s personal soul.

Short light, short breath, well thankfully no, they don’t necessarily add up to a short life. Winnie is here to say that when the day seems to wind down in two and a half minutes, it’s time to get off the road, out of the driveway, out of the car, into the house.

And have some tea, loaded with honey, hunny….

I like to read your stories with tea and honey too!

Winnie the pooh.

By: akagracie

akagracie — Sun, 11 Nov 2007 19:31:23 +0000

I really appreciated your comment about predicting your death. I was born in the first year of the baby boom. It’s been easier for me to celebrate each year, realizing how many are growing old along with me – BUT it’s still shocking to realize I’m growing old along with them. Here’s to many more good ones for both of us. P.S. I’m very glad to have found your blog

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By: Joe

Joe — Fri, 09 Nov 2007 16:43:54 +0000

I’m put in mind of a particular song we used to sing at One Washington Mall / 150 Federal (remember the days of SINGING at work?):

“I’m just a little black rain cloud,
Hovering under the honey tree.
I’m just a little black rain cloud,
Pay no attention to little me.
Everyone knows that a rain cloud,
Never eats honey – no, not a bit,
I’m just floating around
Over the ground
Wondering where I will drip.”

My vote, at least for you, is that Carole is even MORE Carole as a retiree. No longer restricted in the boundaries of office work, telephones, bellow-phones and niggly phone extension challenged twits, you’re free to express your thoughts and do things that you ENJOY. Bravo for you. No slippery slope there in New Hamshire, you’re free to breathe.

Continue the blog. I love to hear what you’re up to. See you soon.

Love,

Joe B.