Today we are going to Muse about the holiday season. If this is your first visit, welcome to Musings. If you have been here before, welcome back. Over time we are going to talk about many things: the past, the present, perhaps the future, travel, art, society and more. Wherever my musing takes me. I hope you will come along with me.
Colored text is a link. Clicking on the text will provide additional information about the subject.
It is that time of year!
My muse has been silent the last several weeks. Too much going on. Too much to do. The holidays are upon us.
Before it is over, this week I will have had a business lunch, a croquet committee meeting, an appointment with a plumber, an appointment with the electrician, a holiday dinner-party, an art opening, two dinners with friends, a brunch and another holiday party. That is this week. The rest of the month is pretty much the same.
It distracts my muse.
So I am checking in just to let you know I am still here. Each year the holiday seems to come more quickly. When I was a child it seemed Christmas would never get here. Now that I am older it seems to show up before I expect it. Someone recently told me Time is like a roll of toilet paper. It goes faster as you approach the end.
Now this has nothing to do with the holidays, but it is amusing.
A friend sent me the following story about Mahatma Gandhi. You might enjoy it.
When Mahatma Gandhi was studying law at the University College of London, a professor, whose last name was Peters, disliked him intensely and always displayed animosity towards him.
Also, because Gandhi never lowered his head when addressing him as he expected, there were always “arguments” and confrontations.
One day, Mr. Peters was having lunch at the dining room of the University, and Gandhi came along with his tray and sat next to the professor. The professor said,”Mr Gandhi, you do not understand. A pig and a bird do not sit together to eat.”
Gandhi looked at him as a parent would a rude child and calmly replied, “You do not worry professor. I’ll fly away,” and he went and sat at another table.
Mr. Peters, reddened with rage, decided to take revenge on the next test paper, but Gandhi responded brilliantly to all questions.
Mr. Peters, unhappy and frustrated, asked him the following question: “Mr Gandhi, if you were walking down the street and found a package, and within was a bag of wisdom and another bag with a lot of money, which one would you take?”
Without hesitating, Gandhi responded, “The one with the money, of course.”
Mr. Peters, smiling sarcastically said, “I, in your place, would have taken the wisdom.”
Gandhi shrugged indifferently and responded, “Each one takes what he doesn’t have.”
Mr. Peters, by this time was fit to be tied. So great was his anger that he wrote on Gandhi’s exam sheet the word “idiot” and gave it to Gandhi.
Gandhi took the exam sheet and sat down at his desk, trying very hard to remain calm while he contemplated his next move.
A few minutes later, Gandhi got up, went to the professor and said to him in a dignified but sarcastically polite tone, “Mr. Peters, you autographed the sheet, but you did not give me the grade.”
Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah. Lets look forward to the coming year.
More to come:
If you like Musings, take a moment and click the subscription button on the side-bar to the right so you will be notified by e-mail when I make a new post.
Books by Thomas L. Tribby Available
Click on title below to preview
Limited Editions available