Hand Out Compliments More Often

Local Street Walker

By Shirley O'Kealey

The day you can be sure you're a man is the day you realize the world doesn't owe you a thing.

People should hand out compliments much more often. It is such a surprise to be appreciated that we almost fall over in shock and delight. Don't be stingy. It costs nothing and is more lasting and beneficial than chocolates or even flowers. Notice, I said compliments, not flattery.

"He did not grow stale; instead he found new challenges."  It's not too late to try something new. You just might find something that fits.

Why don't kids ever trip over their untied shoelaces? Luckily we have Velcro now.

I think bicycles should be licensed so I could report the cyclist who race through stop-signs even if I am in the crosswalk.

I laughed when the window wipers on Shan's truck sprang into action just as the truck went over a speed bump. "Whatever turns you on" she said with a tinge a sarcasm and I replied, "At my age you take what you can get."

Shan & Jack play at Startrek. He calls her on the intercom and asks to come aboard.

I'm sure you have noticed that almost everyone on the street has a cellphone growing out of his/her ear or is that just music pouring in?

If they made the section of paper towel s just an inch longer we wouldn't have to take two. Maybe they want us to take two. David Suzuki had better talk to them.

I wish restaurants would serve handwipes before the meal.

I've discovered the suffix, Let, as in cutlet, hamlet, inlet, outlet, piglet, eyelet, bracelet. There aren't many. I like them.

Belle (the dog) ate Jenny's fruitcake. Belle is sly when it comes to food. We dare not leave anything in the care, even tightly boxed. It was old but still tasty and I'd looked forward to having it myself.

Shakepeare On the Lawn - put on by summer students of The Shakespearian Society was absolutely charming. Hamlet, played by a young woman, did very well. We were comfortable and glad we'd brought lawnchairs and blankets because it was chilly once the sun went down.

People don't seem to know what to do with their yards after they've killed off the grass. One good idea I saw was to lay several squares of concrete (each sized about one square meter) and plant moss between them.  The yard then resembles an attractive gray/green checkerboard.

There is a Cat Sanctuary in Fernwood with the largest birdhouse ever, or maybe it's a catloft.

Rap is third on my list of most boring things unless you are the one performing. Tennis is another. There was rap instead of music in the doctor's waiting room. Isn't going to the doctor bad enough?