FOR THE WIFE
WHO SAYS IT'S HOT DOGS TONIGHT,
BECAUSE SHE IS HOME WITH ME,
AND NOT OUT WITH SOMEONE ELSE.
FOR THE HUSBAND
WHO IS ON THE SOFA
BEING A COUCH POTATO,
BECAUSE HE IS HOME WITH ME
AND NOT OUT AT THE BARS.
FOR THE TEENAGER
WHO IS COMPLAINING ABOUT DOING DISHES
BECAUSE THAT MEANS SHE IS AT HOME,
NOT ON THE STREETS.
FOR THE TAXES
THAT I PAY
BECAUSE IT MEANS THAT
I AM EMPLOYED.
FOR THE MESS
TO CLEAN AFTER A PARTY
BECAUSE IT MEANS THAT I HAVE
BEEN SURROUNDED BY FRIENDS.
FOR THE CLOTHES
THAT FIT A LITTLE TOO SNUG
BECAUSE IT MEANS
I HAVE ENOUGH TO EAT..
FOR MY SHADOW
THAT WATCHES ME WORK
BECAUSE IT MEANS
I AM OUT IN THE SUNSHINE.
FOR A LAWN
THAT NEEDS MOWING,
WINDOWS THAT NEED CLEANING,
AND GUTTERS THAT NEED FIXING
BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE A HOME.
OR THE PARKING SPOT
I FIND AT THE FAR END OF THE PARKING LOT
BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM CAPABLE OF WALKING
AND THAT I HAVE BEEN
BLESSED WITH TRANSPORTATION.
FOR MY HUGE HEATING BILL
BECAUSE IT MEANS
I AM WARM.
FOR THE LADY
BEHIND ME IN CHURCH
THAT SINGS OFF KEY
BECAUSE IT MEANS
THAT I CAN HEAR.
FOR THE PILE
OF LAUNDRY AND IRONING
BECAUSE IT MEANS
I HAVE CLOTHES TO WEAR.
FOR WEARINESS
AND ACHING MUSCLES
AT THE END OF THE DAY
BECAUSE IT MEANS
I HAVE BEEN
CAPABLE OF WORKING HARD.
FOR THE ALARM
THAT GOES OFF
IN THE EARLY MORNING HOURS
BECAUSE IT MEANS THAT I AM ALIVE.
AND FINALLY...
FOR TOO MUCH E-MAIL
BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE
FRIENDS WHO ARE THINKING OF ME.
Melanie (nee Fulton) and Matthew Houghton - the awed parents of a
perfect 43 cm, 3.05 kg Michael Adriano, born 'bum first' at 14.43 on
11.05.05 in Harare. Our special love, Mom and Dad Fulton, and Lisa and
Andrew!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Made his entrance into the world, bottom and feet first, at 14.43 on 11
May 2005. At 43 cm long and 3.05 kg in weight, he is the most perfect
baby ever (naturally). Parents are awed and humbled by this miraculous
occurrence.
Mp spoke to Matthew, who first held their new born son. He is in awe
and kept repeating 'Awesome' at every moment. I spoke to a very tired
and dreamy Melanie, feeding her baby boy, who I could hear gurgling in
the background. She counts ten fingers and toes, well endowed and
possesses a pair of Fulton lungs. Her assessment is he has Matt's nose
and mouth and her ears!!!
The Caesar went well with no hitch. Melanie was forgotten for 1.5
hours in recovery but eventually managed to get back to her baby.
Matthew gave his son his first bath.
Condolences
Jill Sly passed away suddenly in Durban. Dear wife of Richard and
mother of Nigel, Claire and Adrienne.
FUNERAL NOTICE
LESLEY GILL
THE FUNERAL SERVICE FOR LESLEY WILL TAKE PLACE AT
CHURCH OF ASCENSION , LEANDER AVENUE, HILLSIDE
ON TUESDAY 17TH MAY 2005 AT 11AM.
FRIENDS PLEASE ACCEPT THIS INTIMATION.
THOMAS WILSON LUKE Passed away peacefully on Tuesday 3rd May, 2005 in
Johannesburg. He will be sadly missed by all his family and friends.
Classified - In Memorium
Mayers - John died 19 May 1999
Mayers - Theresa died 6 June 1999
Our beloved parents gone six long years.
They say time heals all sorrow and helps you to forget,
But time has only proved how much we all still miss you!
Our hearts still ache with sadness and many tears still flow,
For what it meant to lose you no one will ever know.
You cannot strengthen the weak by weakening the strong.
You cannot help small men by tearing down big men.
You cannot help the poor by destroying the rich.
You cannot help the wage earner by pulling down the wage payer.
You cannot keep out of trouble by spending more than your income.
You cannot further the brotherhood of man by inciting class hatreds.
You cannot establish security on borrowed money.
You cannot build character and courage by taking away a man's
initiative and independence.
You cannot help a man permanently by doing for them what they could and
should do for themselves.
" A cause may be inconvenient, but it's magnificent. It's like
champagne or
high heels, and one must be prepared to suffer for it."
- Arnold Bennett -
Our Limits Transgressed
Henry David Thoreau
We need the tonic of wildness, to wade sometimes in marshes where the
bittern and the meadow-hen lurk, and hear the booming of the snipe; to
smell the whispering sedge where only the wilder and more solitary fowl
builds her nest, and the mink crawls with its belly close to the
ground. We can never have enough of nature. We must be refreshed by
the sight of inexhaustible vigour, vast and titanic features, the
sea-coast with its wrecks, the wilderness with its living and its
decaying trees, the thunder cloud, and the rain which lasts weeks and
produces freshets. We need to witness our own limits transgressed, and
some life pasturing freely where we never wander.
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