It's all about Perspective | A frivolous Gal

This has been passed around for
quite some time. It's pretty
humorous, and even if you're too
young to appreciate it personally,
you might know someone of that
"right" age that could identify.

"She" makes her life sound so
grand...not sure how the person
who wrote it really felt, but I
could see that person in the
midst of discomfort with a smile
on their face.

Circumstances are one thing and
often something we may not be
able to change. How we look at
them is another, and is often
the one thing we do have control
over.

I hope this brings a smile. :)

Old folks are worth a fortune.
With silver in their hair,
gold in their teeth, stones in
their kidneys, lead in their
feet, and gas in their stomachs.

I have become a lot more social
with the passing of the years;
some might call me a frivolous
old gal. I'm seeing five gentle-
men every day.

As soon as I wake, Will Power
helps me get out of bed. Then
I go to see John. Then Charley
Horse comes along, and when he
leaves, Arthur Ritis shows up
and stays the rest of the day.
(He doesn't like to stay in one
place very long, so he takes me
from joint to joint.) After such
a busy day, I'm really tired and
glad to go to bed - with Ben Gay.

What a life!

PS The preacher came to call the
other day. He said that at my age,
I should be thinking about the
hereafter I told him I do, all
the time. No matter where I am
- in the parlor, upstairs in the
kitchen, or down in the basement -
I ask myself, "Now, what am I here
after?"