There are just a few things that I do not
share with Christine and this is one of them. Well actually there were two
other times as well - identical situation. If I told her about this she would
have more concern over my failing memory, and there is no need to worry her. I
mean it. She can't even watch a blue Jays game like tonight's against
Baltimore. So why tell her that I almost lost my KOBO. I love my KOBO eReader.
I take it to the gym each morning. In a black cover it is almost invisible when
the cover is closed on the stationary bike, or the elliptical machine. Yes, I
packed up and came home without it. What are the chances that it would still be
there, specially when this is the third time that I have done this. The first
time I asked the attendant and was surprised that someone had turned it in for
me. The second time it was still on the machine when I returned for it. This
morning I came to the attendant and confessed, "I have done this before …
and she quickly disappeared to retrieve from her desk, my KOBO, kindly
deposited there by an honest person. Okay this is chronic. I need to tape a bright,
"TAKE ME," on the cover.
I reflect with pleasure and gratitude over three score and twenty years before the memories fade. Nostalgic random autobio stories from a life and occasional commentary on current events and people in my life. © Ron Unruh
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Saturday, October 1, 2016
HOUSE CLEANING MY MIND
I read and I write. I spend hours each day
reading, news, blogs, articles. I have a Kobo and read on the gym stationary
bike, treadmill and elliptical machine. I enjoy diverse genre. Fiction is an
escape with espionage, crime thrillers. I find when a good script is converted
to film, an increase in sex, violence and profanities occurs. Recently I have
watched some good and bad movies on YouTube. I am not happy with the
fermentation of dialogue in my psyche. I find my dreams and morning waking mind
filled with distasteful language, vulgarities, profanities that I never use.
And at my age I ponder a day when losing my marbles my mind will seize on
language convenient to recall, and I will spout expletives at my family and
caregivers. I am convinced that my proportion of wholesome written and visual
input must increase. I am making an effort. I am more discerning and I am
prioritizing refinement, spirituality, and unpolluted prose. I pulled the
apostle Paul close to me and he whispered something he told believers in
Philippi, "And now, dear brothers
and sisters, one final thing. Fix your thoughts on what is true, and honorable,
and right, and pure, and lovely, and admirable. Think about things that are
excellent and worthy of praise." That's what I am doing. (Phil 4:8)
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VULGARITY
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