Monday Mirth

Lack of time prevents me from finding something different for Monday Mirth so I hope you find yet another Mrs Brown video amusing.

Sunday Scenes

Pictures taken in Slovenia

Inside Tito's Palace, now a summer residence

Inside a cave, near Bled

Another view of the cave

A black swan

Church in the middle of Lake Bled. We stayed in a hotel right by the lake.

Inside Llubljana Cathedral

Llubljana

Llubljana waterway

Vintgar Gorge, one of our favourite places to visit. The walkway can be seen on the right hand  side of the picture.

Investigation into Who wrote it?

I love to Live

Today dear Lord I'm 80, and there's much I haven't done,
I hope dear Lord you'll let me live until I'm 81.
But then if I haven't finished all I want to do
Would you please let me stay awhile until I'm 82?
So many places I want to go - so much I want to see
Do you think you could manage to make it 83?

The world is changing very fast; there is so much in store;
I’d like it very much to could live to 84

And if by then I'm still alive I'd like to stay till 85!
More planes will be up in the air, so I'd really like to stick 
And see what happens to the world when I turn 86.

I know dear Lord, it's much to ask
(and it must be nice in Heaven.)
But I'd really like to stay until I'm 87.
I know by then I won’t be fast and sometimes will be late 
But it would be so pleasant to be around at 88.

I will have seen so many things and had a wonderful time-
So I'm sure that I'll be willing to leave at maybe 89.
Maybe just one more thing I'd like to say
Dear Lord, I thank you kindly
But if it's okay with you, I'd love to live past 90.

oOo

The interesting thing about this poem is that I was given it for The Walmley Bulletin and published it complete with the author’s name as given to me, Paula Laking, but I have seen it on the Net as having been written by a number of people. One was on a forum, when the supposed author asked others to correct it because her grammar wasn’t good. One obliging forum member did just that.

My search revealed that most times the poem appeared as author unknown, but I did find it under a different title:

A PRAYER AT 80

by

Helen Collings

Born March 2 1915

It was posted by Barbara Maddox, of Barbara MaddoxMinistries, who wrote:

“Helen Collings is a precious friend of mine personally and has been a supporter of Barbara Maddox Ministries for many years. Her prayers have been a support that I have held to many times and on any assignment from teaching a Sunday School class to a trip on the mission field,  I knew she would be faithfully praying for God’s will to be done and for many souls to be saved, baptized, filled with the Holy Spirit and then to go forth in their call for the Lord’s work.

Helen is truly one of those rare jewels that God gives to us and we treasure for a life time.”

oOo

The poem was written in yearly segments with her birth date under each one which suggests that she wrote it as the years progressed. It seems, therefore, that the poem was stolen by others and claimed as their own. How easy it is to lie on the Internet. 

Let loose in the car park!

Visiting our local shopping mall usually means parking in the high-rise car park, a very good place because its floors lead to different stores. Two big stores actually have back doors leading directly to the car park; it’s a godsend for car drivers. If I want to visit the top floor of the biggest store in town I go to the penultimate floor in the car park. From there it is a short walk to the entrance of the store. The same applies for other stores in the vicinity and drivers have learned to park at the nearest exit point or the nearest lift.

I am one of those happy motorists who always find an appropriate parking space. If Joe is driving, I’m usually the one that finds the empty spots. Quite often, if he sees a place, he swears it’s because I’m with him.

The subject of parking was a recent topic of conversation with my hair stylist, who claims to be the world’s worst at spotting suitable spaces. It is something I don’t understand because of my flair for seeking out vacant areas.

You would have laughed if you’d witnessed a recent experience.

I went into town and followed my usual routine of driving right up to the exit door and THEN looking for a place to park. Many times I have noticed drivers grabbing the first place they see instead of being brave enough to venture further in where the empty spaces are. I guess that’s the secret of my success. As ever, there were one or two where I expected them to be.

First was a slot next to a huge 4x4 that took up more space than it should. I had no chance of squeezing in beside it, AND miss a concrete pillar that divided the spaces, AND be able to climb out. So I moved on to the next available space. 

It was tight but I thought I could do it. Then I noticed that there were two spaces in the row behind. Ooooh, I thought, it would be easier to go into that lane and drive forwards instead of reversing. So I angled the car ready to drive round the back, just as a couple more cars entered my lane. It only took a few seconds to go round, by which time the other cars had moved forward ready to enter the spot I was leaving. Only they didn’t count on this old lady being a step ahead. While one was preparing to drive in the newly vacated slot, I had shot round the back and was driving into the same slot with a look of pure innocence on my face.

The moral of this story is ... never trust an oldie in a car park....lol.