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Monthly Archives: May 2008

I was coming back today, going through a residential area. There’s a sharp curve in the road, and then on the left side is a sidewalk and then some grown up vegetation. Well, there was a black cat walking down the sidewalk. It had stopped and was gazing into the tall grass; clearly something had caught its attention. I thought maybe it was about to pounce on a mouse or something. That’d be cool to see, so I slowed down to see.

Well, looking straight out of the grass was a stone still woodchuck. He had a very.. staunch expression on his face. The cat’s standing there, gently waving his tail. You know what it’s thinking. The woodchuck doesn’t have to say anything, “Don’t even piss with me.” is so written on his face in red ink.

I went on. But I looked back and noticed that cat had wisely abstained from this opportunity and was continuing down the sidewalk. I think it made the right decision here.

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When your mother has grown older,
When her dear, faithful eyes
No longer see life as they once did,
When her feet, grown tired,
No longer want to carry her as she walks,
Then lend her your arm in support, escort her with happy pleasure—
the hour will come when, weeping, you must accompany her on her final walk.

And if she asks you something, then give her an answer.
And if she asks again, then speak!
And if she asks yet again, respond to her, not impatiently, but with gentle calm.

And if she cannot understand you properly, explain all to her happily.
The hour will come, the bitter hour, when her mouth asks for nothing more.

–”Be reminded”, Adolf Hitler