“If March comes in like a lion, it will go out like a lamb.” This phrase has been around for as long as I can remember, and is usually pretty accurate. If you live in the Three Rivers area, you are well aware that March came roaring in like a true king of the jungle. Some of us feel that this was probably the last snow storm of the season, because we usually experience at least three storms a year. I’m not going to put away the snow blower quite yet, because Mother Nature is hoping I’ll do just that.
I have friends who don’t own any winter clothing, so they head south for the winter. They are referred to as “Snow Birds”. I wonder if the lion or the lamb have anything to do with Florida. I can only imagine that March coming in like a lion in Florida would be having temperatures around forty degrees with rain. I’m sure I’d much rather deal with some snow than palmetto bugs. Besides, I doubt there will ever be a rush of college students heading to Three Rivers for Spring Break.
It’s been said that as you age, your memory is the first thing to go. I will attest to that fact. It seems to happen to me more and more, and there really isn’t much I can do about it. This past year, I’ve become more involved with the American Legion, Marine Corps League, the 40&8, and VFW. I enjoy being a part of these fine organizations, but the memberships do come with a few disadvantages. One is the fact that all of a sudden I’m part of several groups containing people that I have never known before. We all have one thing in common, in that we all served in the Armed Forces, so there are many war stories to share. Getting back to the problem. I have some difficulty in remembering names. I was referring to one person as Dirk, and had called him that more than once or twice. He finally corrected me by saying that his name is actually Kent. There is a member named Dirk, however, and I always seem to get his name right. I apologized over and over to Kent, but I still feel embarrassed about it.
The other morning, I was having coffee with a friend that I’ve only known for a short time. I kept referring to her as Carol. I have no idea why, but I honestly thought that was her name. She gently reminded me that her name was really Sue. I looked hard for a table to crawl under.
The brain is a very fragile thing. There is nothing we can do about forgetting something, no matter how important it is. I’ve found myself writing things down, with hopes that I will not forget them. Most of the time it works, but every so often I end up losing that piece of paper. I try my best to keep my mind sharp. I work crossword puzzles and play Free Cell on my laptop at home. I justify this by thinking that it makes me think things out in advance. I keep track of my Free Cell games and am up to 35,800 games so far. I don’t think this theory works, because I keep misplacing my pen.
The brain is the most outstanding organ. It works 24 hours a day, 365 days a year, from birth until you fall in love.
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Submitted by Norm Stutesman