Friday, 2 May 2008

So Sad!

I was walking home late this arvo past a nearby Vet's, when I saw a very sad sight.

A man, about my age, had just come out of the front door from the Vet's. He was carrying in his arms very tenderly an unseen object in a large blue blanket. As I walked past, I couldn't help but see him gently and carefully place the armful-sized bundle wrapped in the blue blanket into the back of his car, and slowly close the door.

Walking past where he was, I tried not to make eye contact with him as he climbed into his drivers seat. Even behind his dark sunnies, I couldn't help seeing the look of sadness and anguish written across his anxious face.

Obviously, some treasured family pet had just passed away, and his next trip was to take it home with him so they could all say their final goodbyes.

I almost burst into tears myself. My heart really went out to him.

So sad!

On a brighter note ( C# ) : Thanks to this extreme hilarious silliness courtesy of Hoss and Paul...

How many church folks does it take to change a light bulb?

Presbyterians: None. The lights go on and off at predestined times.

Lutherans: Also none. Lutherans don't believe in change.

Pentecostal: Ten. One to change the bulb, and nine to pray against the spirit of darkness.

Charismatic: Only One. Hands are already in the air.

Roman Catholic: None, too. Candles only.

Baptists: Minimum of 16.
One to change the light bulb, and three committees to approve the change and appoint who brings the fried chicken and potato salad.

Episcopalians: Three.
One to call the electrician, one to mix the drinks and one to explain how much better the old one was.

Mormons: Five. One man to change the bulb—and four wives to tell him how to do it.

Nazarene: Six. Five men to review church lighting policy while one woman goes ahead and replaces the bulb.

Methodists: Undetermined
“Whether your light is bright, dull, or completely out, you are loved. You can be a light bulb, a tulip bulb or a turnip bulb. Bring the bulb of your choice to our Sunday lighting service—and a covered dish to share afterward.”

“We choose not to make a statement either in favor of or against the need for a light bulb. However, if in your own journey you have found that light bulbs work for you, you are invited to write a poem or compose a modern dance about your light bulb for our next service, when we will explore a number of light bulb traditions, including incandescent, fluorescent, 3-way, long-life, tinted—and the new, modern energy-saving bulb—all of which can be equally valid paths to luminescence.”

Amish: What's a light bulb?
What's so hilarious about this is the fact that is sooooooo close to the bone! And I should know, after 15 years of working amongst most of these denominations! hahahahahaa.

After yet another week, I managed to finally get into see my local doctor (he's a really good doctor, hence the weeks' wait just to be able to see him!). This time we've agreed that I'm "not going too well", and we've arranged for me to visit a local psychologist in the next few weeks. It's even subsidized, so it'll only cost me 33% of what it would normally cost, for a one-hour appointment. Yay for that. So, fingers crossed for all that. As I told him, "This week hasn't been a good one," so my timing was good - for once.

Check out some more silly pics I've found along the way recently...
Peas be with ewe

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  1. sniff sniff....that is sad.

  2. that is sad.
    last time i went to the vets with my dog, someone lost her cat and she was so shook up that she had to call someone to come and get her because she couldn't drive.

  3. A few years ago I went out of my house one morning and saw my neigbour across the street. We exchanged the usual pleasantries and then he looked a bit sad and said that he had lost his dog. I told him that I had seen a dog that looked like his running along the street...

    Duh. Or course, he meant that his old dog had died.

  4. Very sad, yes! This particular guy had a few moments to gather himself, before he could drive out as well. It's wholly understandable.

    D'oh Tillerman! Talk about embarrassing foot-in-mouth moment! Whups!