Beauty Is in The Eye Etc.

I was having a conversation with a family member one snowy afternoon when we got talking about how anyone, regardless of who they were could find a mate especially a woman if her standards weren't too high. In other words if she didn't mind that he had a face that would stop a clock or a belly that went with him for walks or other lowering body traits she could be sure of a companion on the road of life. The same can be said for a very ugly woman. There is someone out there for everyone as long as one is not too picky or have a too finely developed sense of smell. To illustrate this fascinating subject the family member told a very heartwarming tale of a young pair she worked with one summer. She met the husband first while he was on a break and thought to herself wow!! Physically he had no redeeming features what so ever but a very nice personality. Later in the week the wife showed up. Who knew? She was even uglier than he was [ you're getting pictures here right? ]. The mind boggled. However she was a lovely person and they adored each other and didn't care who knew it. There was some idle speculation on how their offspring may turn out should they have any but people were happy to be around them because they were so happy with themselves and each other. Being a superficial person myself and much attracted to good looks in others [ one of my many flaws ] I found this an incredible story because I thought of these people as people of high character who looked past the obvious and saw through to the loving heart of the matter. Would that I were so evolved but to be kind to myself I am a work in progress. So is the family member but we love each other anyway, moral warts and all.

Contracts

Caroline Myss calls them Sacred Contracts and they are the notion that we here on the planet have a mission to fulfill. Our mission may be a very ordinary one or so it may appear to others. We may go about our small quiet lives never realizing how important we are in the scheme of things. The reason I am musing on this is in regard to the random shooting of a Chinese greengrocer on Broadview Ave. last week. He got in the way of a supper time shoot out while he was stacking his oranges, of all things. In this case he truly was a victim as that neighbourhood is no more dangerous than any other in the city. I am there several times a month and have never felt in any danger. To get back to the" contracts", Myss proposes that we contract in spirit to fulfill these tasks through our everyday lives and they are always for the greater good of the community. So.. suppose Mr.Greengrocer is going to be, by his what appears to be senseless death, a springboard for action in politics that will ban handguns in Canada. He offered himself through his death to make his new home a safer place for all of us. Small comfort I realize to his sad children but to think that nothing is random and that all our actions have a purpose shows that we are all in this together and have a very important part to play during our stay upon the earth. Many people of all ages offer their lives this way in order to serve humanity and to carry out their contracts. Nothing is wasted, nothing is for nothing though to our temporal minds it may seem so.

The Queen and I

No not H.R.H. Queen Elizabeth but himself, Freddy Mercury. I was just waiting for a program to start when I came upon Fred and the boys. The music was great but honestly Freddy in his little tidy whities or whatever it was he was prancing around in, was a sight to behold. Much as I was enjoying the music I just couldn't manage Fred. Poor Fred, with that dreadful overbite. It probably was the teeth that did it for me, however it took me back to a time in my early middle age when I lived in Prince Edward County. I had been invited to a tea party at the Anglican Vicarage. I had become pals with the incumbent priest who was a woman. She enjoyed meeting new people and through her I met all sorts of interesting types; one of them being Janet Lunn. I digress. So I got all trigged out in a skirt and heels, dressed to impress and all the way to the bunfight I had the sunroof of my little red Golf open and Queen blasting from the tapedeck. No one to hear me singing along but the cows and sheep as I barreled down to Milford. Well ,the party was very nice. A lot of much older trouts there and all very sedate as only vicarage tea parties can be. As I was saying my goodbyes the trouts came out to wave me off. I put in the clutch and turned the ignition and completely forgot that the tape was still on and cranked to high heaven. The trouts jumped and I must say so did I but nothing doing but to shove it in first and bolt trailing Fred and the boys out the sun roof. Ah memories of the County and Freddy. Just can't stand to watch him.

Well Done You!

-This is another little ramble about television only this time it's about a property show I watch while I'm eating my lunch. How sad is that ! Anyroad the show is called"Location Location Location" and takes place in the U.K. and sometimes the Continent. The scenery is just gorgeous and you get to look in people's houses and their gardens and as they are all mad keen to sell they have made huge efforts. It's just fabulous! What is also fabulous is the amount of money these young people have to throw around. Most of them are in their thirties or less and often have offspring and they are looking at 600.000 quid's worth of real estate! They seem to have fairly ordinary jobs but are living in or buying extraordinary homes. This is a mystery to me though I must admit most of life is. If any one of my gentle readers can clue me in as to how so many ordinary people can be so wealthy I would be most appreciative. Just a short blog today as I am doing a liver detox and feel like a poisoned parrot. Stay well! Happy New Year! May all your dreams come true!