I’ve heard that phrase a few times, and owing to fact that I have tendonitis in my right hand and cannot write,( Ok then why am I writing this but more of that later ), I thought I’d Witter on about it for a few lines until a shooting pain up my right arm suggests I stop for a really decent helping of self-pity and some medicine,
Before that awful event let me try to continue. In my opinion, largely flawed, under informed and capable of being side tracked by the sight of my favourite foodstuffs, very little is as it is. Ok, for the moment, if it rains it rains until, come the day, the wealthy among us will be able to turn on the , ‘Brilgoscope’ and move that inconvenient thunderstorm off our decking area and right over the garden of that irritatingly well dressed and opinionated Mrs Brightsmile so that I can get on with my barbecue uninterrupted. For the moment we will just have to accept the weather is what we are given, one black carbon belching chimney at a time.
In the main, I believe that life is not just about events, but also about perspective and temperament. As with most thing things, you can train yourself to have a better outlook although I’m the last person to walk away from the opportunity to grumble over scones piled high with jam and a modest portion of cream. Certainly the cards, either fate or that shifty guy at the gas station who seems to be trying to do a runner without paying for his fuel suggests, vary greatly in the supplies of good fortune provided but I also believe this. Those who look for sunshine always find it, and those seldom without an umberella usually find a reason to open it.
So why am I writing with tendonitis. Because facts are things to talk with certainly, but not to worship without question. Knowing the measurement of everything is not the same as understanding it.