4/23/2022 Thought for Today
Apr 23, 2022 06:18:58 #
Strange how in our vintage years we get set in our ways.
Listening is a skill we all need a refresher course on sometimes.
It’s never too late to listen to both points of interest.
Might just teach us old dog’s new tricks.
Listening is a skill we all need a refresher course on sometimes.
It’s never too late to listen to both points of interest.
Might just teach us old dog’s new tricks.
Apr 23, 2022 06:31:48 #
plumbob wrote:
Strange how in our vintage years we get set in our ways.
Listening is a skill we all need a refresher course on sometimes.
It’s never too late to listen to both points of interest.
Might just teach us old dog’s new tricks.
Listening is a skill we all need a refresher course on sometimes.
It’s never too late to listen to both points of interest.
Might just teach us old dog’s new tricks.
Mornin', plum. A good thought today. Thank you and have a good day, buddy.
Apr 23, 2022 06:40:00 #
plumbob wrote:
Strange how in our vintage years we get set in our ways.
Listening is a skill we all need a refresher course on sometimes.
It’s never too late to listen to both points of interest.
Might just teach us old dog’s new tricks.
Listening is a skill we all need a refresher course on sometimes.
It’s never too late to listen to both points of interest.
Might just teach us old dog’s new tricks.
Still learning Plumb, another good thought for the day and you have a good one buddy.
Apr 23, 2022 06:45:13 #
Grizzly 17
Loc: South central Pa
Gmon Plum. If only some would pull the rip cord. Think many have traded chutes for umbrella. 😴
Apr 23, 2022 07:00:03 #
Grizzly 17 wrote:
Gmon Plum. If only some would pull the rip cord. Think many have traded chutes for umbrella. 😴
Good morning Griz, bk, and Fg you certainly got that right Griz. A lot harder landing too.
Apr 23, 2022 07:28:26 #
Grizzly 17
Loc: South central Pa
plumbob wrote:
Good morning Griz, bk, and Fg you certainly got that right Griz. A lot harder landing too.
Small chutes n tunnel vision Plum. Iifep is like playing chess. Plan one move at a time n you'll lose every time. Plan ahead figure out what your opponent may do to counter your move. Life will always hand us unexpected problems to solve. Head on a swivel brothers. 👍👍
Apr 23, 2022 07:43:02 #
ghaynes1
Loc: Strawberry Plains, TN
plumbob wrote:
Strange how in our vintage years we get set in our ways.
Listening is a skill we all need a refresher course on sometimes.
It’s never too late to listen to both points of interest.
Might just teach us old dog’s new tricks.
Listening is a skill we all need a refresher course on sometimes.
It’s never too late to listen to both points of interest.
Might just teach us old dog’s new tricks.
In theory, a great idea. In reality, most people are more interested in what they have to say and being right. Listening is like common sense, customer service and consideration for others, they died years ago.
Apr 23, 2022 07:53:11 #
Grizzly 17
Loc: South central Pa
ghaynes1 wrote:
In theory, a great idea. In reality, most people are more interested in what they have to say and being right. Listening is like common sense, customer service and consideration for others, they died years ago.
G that about covers it brother. Now it's less about the voice of reason n more about the loudest voice. Now I try to live like I fish. Stay in the quiet coves n Eddy's n off the main body. 👍
Apr 23, 2022 08:06:11 #
kandydisbar
Loc: West Orange, NJ
plumbob wrote:
Strange how in our vintage years we get set in our ways.
Listening is a skill we all need a refresher course on sometimes.
It’s never too late to listen to both points of interest.
Might just teach us old dog’s new tricks.
Listening is a skill we all need a refresher course on sometimes.
It’s never too late to listen to both points of interest.
Might just teach us old dog’s new tricks.
Thanks Plum . Trying. Send this to the CDC please and those making these mandates that are keeping me out of work.
Apr 23, 2022 08:11:24 #
EZ Fishing
Loc: College Ward, Utah
plumbob wrote:
Strange how in our vintage years we get set in our ways.
Listening is a skill we all need a refresher course on sometimes.
It’s never too late to listen to both points of interest.
Might just teach us old dog’s new tricks.
Listening is a skill we all need a refresher course on sometimes.
It’s never too late to listen to both points of interest.
Might just teach us old dog’s new tricks.
Thanks plumbob your thoughts for the day it is appreciated.
Apr 23, 2022 08:26:02 #
I think it I a sign of the times.. not just vintage. Seems to start early with some!
Apr 23, 2022 08:49:22 #
Plum that is good. Only problem is you did/do not listen. Mom told you time after time to leave that along, stop Plum, Plum leave those sheep alone. No you kept on and now look at you. Old broke down, a terrible case
of CRS ( can’t remember sh##t) but we put up with you cause we know you are on some powerful meds.
of CRS ( can’t remember sh##t) but we put up with you cause we know you are on some powerful meds.
Apr 23, 2022 09:02:32 #
When old man Plum died the country preacher Pastor Troy talked at length of the good traits of the deceased during his funeral.
“The man you see lying here today was a Godly man…Back in the days, he could come at church just to pray for his family. He could spare some time at least twice a week just to do some chores here at the church. “
“He has helped this church grow in so many ways that words alone aren’t enough to quantify his remarkable work. Most of us today lack the passion and love that he had for the church.”
The congregation was just silent listening with keen interest as the preacher continued,
“among the wolves, he was the sheep( wonder why). And above all that, he was a wonderful friend and a blessing among his friends and relatives. He was a faithful and good husband to our wonderful sister over there. Our brother was a man of honour. He treasured his wife and kids. He could trade them for nothing in this world. He was kind, faithful and a loving husband..”
The widowed wife Ms. Plum started to sob again.
pastor Troy knowing that he had touched the widow’s soul continued to preach with his voice rising with every word,
“in fact, he was among the marriage counsellors’ committee in this church. He has helped save many marriages which were on the verge of being broken. He had sowed love where there was hatred..”
By this time, Mrs. Plum had stood up walking towards the casket of her late husband when some of her relatives gripped her, “sit back down, the pastor Troy is still preaching…” they said.
“No, I need to check if my husband is the one inside that casket,” she said.
“What?” Everyone was surprised.
Mrs. Plum composed herself and gave the pastor a blank stare,
“Excuse me pastor Troy but are you at the right funeral?”
“Excuse me?” wondered pastor Troy shocked.
“Listening to your preaching about my husband for the past thirty minutes, I sure believe you have no idea who he was. My husband never went to church, if he did, he’d steal that day’s collection and spend it on women. I see you’re still in the dark that he was the reason why your wife attempted numerous times to leave you. By the way, everyone knows that Esther and John aren’t your children. Ask your wife, she’s had three abortions for him…”
That’s how the pastor fainted…
“The man you see lying here today was a Godly man…Back in the days, he could come at church just to pray for his family. He could spare some time at least twice a week just to do some chores here at the church. “
“He has helped this church grow in so many ways that words alone aren’t enough to quantify his remarkable work. Most of us today lack the passion and love that he had for the church.”
The congregation was just silent listening with keen interest as the preacher continued,
“among the wolves, he was the sheep( wonder why). And above all that, he was a wonderful friend and a blessing among his friends and relatives. He was a faithful and good husband to our wonderful sister over there. Our brother was a man of honour. He treasured his wife and kids. He could trade them for nothing in this world. He was kind, faithful and a loving husband..”
The widowed wife Ms. Plum started to sob again.
pastor Troy knowing that he had touched the widow’s soul continued to preach with his voice rising with every word,
“in fact, he was among the marriage counsellors’ committee in this church. He has helped save many marriages which were on the verge of being broken. He had sowed love where there was hatred..”
By this time, Mrs. Plum had stood up walking towards the casket of her late husband when some of her relatives gripped her, “sit back down, the pastor Troy is still preaching…” they said.
“No, I need to check if my husband is the one inside that casket,” she said.
“What?” Everyone was surprised.
Mrs. Plum composed herself and gave the pastor a blank stare,
“Excuse me pastor Troy but are you at the right funeral?”
“Excuse me?” wondered pastor Troy shocked.
“Listening to your preaching about my husband for the past thirty minutes, I sure believe you have no idea who he was. My husband never went to church, if he did, he’d steal that day’s collection and spend it on women. I see you’re still in the dark that he was the reason why your wife attempted numerous times to leave you. By the way, everyone knows that Esther and John aren’t your children. Ask your wife, she’s had three abortions for him…”
That’s how the pastor fainted…
Apr 23, 2022 09:03:13 #
troyfrd1 wrote:
Plum that is good. Only problem is you did/do not listen. Mom told you time after time to leave that along, stop Plum, Plum leave those sheep alone. No you kept on and now look at you. Old broke down, a terrible case
of CRS ( can’t remember sh##t) but we put up with you cause we know you are on some powerful meds.
of CRS ( can’t remember sh##t) but we put up with you cause we know you are on some powerful meds.
And here you said you wouldn't mention the drug thing. Now everyone will want some. I'm moving out ASAP.
Apr 23, 2022 09:05:23 #
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