Re therapy dollars/mental health days, agreed... :)

It's occasionally pointed out that the point to
living is living. to paraphrase someone or other,
one must work to live rather than live to work.

Yup. More satisfying, anyhow... ;)

Il faut manger pour vivre et non pas vivre pour manger
(one must eat to live and not live to eat). Moliere wrote
this but in the part of of a caricatured skinflint and
simpleton. Similarly with the Shakespeare quote "let's
kill all the lawyers"; the playwright put this seemingly
sensible sentiment in the mouth of an unsympathetic
ruffian character.

... Quotation, n: The act of repeating erroneously the words of another.

The Internet says that Aristotle said that. Or was
it Abraham Lincoln? Somebody, anyway.

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But it would be a start. At Lydia's I tried to stay out
of it, sous-ing (not sousing as I originally wrote) only,
but the occasional something obtruded, and I ended up
being part of the problem.

Particularly your birthday "cake"... ;) But that was a major hit... :)

It was several pounds' worth of part of the problem.

We had a regular order with Thompson's Honor Dairy and
an insulated metal milkbox outside the back door.

We have one of those on our side porch... In the early days of our
marriage, we were still able to get whole milk in glass bottles
delivered... The milk box was still able to handle two plastic jugs,
when the dairy stopped delivering the glass bottles... But even that
went by the boards, and now we just use it as an alternate mail
receptacle... :)

I wonder if there is any home delivery of milk in the
United States today. Funny that there are generalized
grocery deliveries and restaurant food deliveries.
Possibly it's that profitable volume can be achieved
by those services, but something specific like milk,
not so, especially with a deemphasis on liquid dairy
products in the typical diet.

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Actually, in any heaven I'd try to enter there would be
general equality.

True, the real thing for everybody... status no longer being a factor anymore.... ;)

I'd be in seventh heaven if I managed to get
into even second heaven.

There's a way to insure that... but talking about it is offtopic... ;)

I am not at all certain about that. The reason is in
fact severely offtopic.

... Sit down, you're rocking the boat!

Yah, that looks like a nonrandom random tagline,

Actually it was an oops, as it's the first one in my tagfile (came with
BW), and I hit enter before looking for a proper tag... ;) But somewhat appropriate all the same... (G)

It's actually a saying of less venerability than
you would think.

And as I laughed at those passengers to heaven
A great big wave came and washed me overboard
And as I sank, and I hollered, "Someone save me"
That's the moment I woke up, thank the Lord

;) (F&S?)

It's from Guys and Dolls, and I think Frank Loesser
wrote those lyrics, which continue "Sit down, sit down,
sit down / Sit down, you're rocking the boat!"

Pope. So they're driving along, and presently they stop in front
of this pleasant bucolic little cottage with a little waterfall
out back, and it's pretty in a modest way. And St. Peter says,
here's your new home, enjoy. The minister is a little taken off
guard, and he says, The Pope I understsnd. But why does that cab
driver deserve such royal treatment, and I get this (admittedly
nice)

Which is where the message ended.... I can guess at the punchline,
though.... something to do with all the people he scared straight...?
Or is it a hotel for all cabbies... (G)

... little cottage that is barely big enough for my wife (when
she arrives) and me? St. Peter smiles and replies, when you were
preaching your sermons, all the people sere sleeping. When that
guy was driving his cab, all the people were praying.

Which helps solve one question - there is a gatekeeper
somewhere in the system, but it's not a line limit like
I had suspected, or rather it might be a 200-line limit
not counting line feeds. Or it could be a character
limit. Anyhow, I constructed that message to push the
envelope, as it were, as well as to make it difficult
to reply to the joke part of the message.

Orange omelet
categories: historical, dessert, eggs
yield: 1

1/3 orange, zest of
1 egg
1 Tb orange juice
2 Tb powdered sugar

Beat the yolk of the egg and add the orange rind and juice.
Add the sugar. Fold in the beaten white and turn on heated
buttered pan and cook until set. Serve with powdered sugar.

Settlement Cook Book
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