MY QUALITY TIME: STORIES

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Sunday, January 04, 2015

Keepers.. I grew up in the 50’s.. A Quality Time Story

Keepers.. for “My Quality Time.”

Have a great day and remember… “Keep coming back”

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Keepers.. for “My Quality Time.”

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Be Your Own Best Friend

THOUGHTS ON GETTING OLDER AT MY QUALITY TIME & maybe a Sky Watch Friday post….

FAIRFIELD COUNTY FAIR

FROM MY BACK YARD

CLEAR CREEK METROPARK

DISNEY WORLD

CADES COVE

Punta Cana, Dominican Republic

Then, why grow up at all…….. Thanks for stopping by. Linda and I hope you enjoyed the post. ( For most of my life this photo would never never have been taken LOL)

THOUGHTS ON GETTING OLDER AT MY QUALITY TIME & maybe a Sky Watch Friday post…. Be Your Own Best Friend

ONE LAST THOUGHT:: Friends bail you out of jail, Best Friends are in the cell next to you saying, "That was sooo much fun, lets do it again!"

Sunday, October 12, 2014

The Mexican Fisherman & The Wharton MBA

A Quality Time Story emailed to Joe Todd…Thanks Charlie

An American businessman was at the pier of a small coastal Mexican village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked.

Inside the small boat were several large yellow fin tuna. The American complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them. The Mexican replied, that it only took a little while. The American then asked why didn't he stay out longer and catch more fish. The Mexican said he had enough to support his family's immediate needs.

The American then asked, "But what do you do with the rest of your time?"

The Mexican fisherman said, "I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take siesta with my wife Maria, stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine and play guitar with my amigos. I have a full and busy life, señor."

The American scoffed. "I am a Wharton MBA and could help you. You should spend more time fishing and with the proceeds, buy a bigger boat. With the proceeds from the bigger boat you could buy several boats. Eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your catch to a middleman you would sell directly to the processor, eventually opening your own cannery.

You would control the product, processing and distribution. You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to Mexico City, then LA and eventually NYC where you will run your expanding enterprise."

The Mexican fisherman asked, "But señor, how long will this all take?"

To which the American replied, "Fifteen or twenty years."

"But what then, señor?"

The American laughed and said, "That's the best part. When the time is right you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich, you would make millions."

"Millions, señor? Then what?"

The American said, "Then you would retire. Move to a small coastal fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take siesta with your wife, stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play your guitar with your amigos."

The small coastal fishing village sounds pretty good I say…… Have a great day

The Mexican Fisherman & The Wharton MBA at My Quality Time….

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Friday, October 03, 2014

It’s October.. Celebrate

Have a “QUALITY TIME” October…

First: Happy Birthday Dad.. Joseph B. Fraker (1916 - 1998).. Born on October 3, 1916

Second: Janis Joplin’s Mercedes Benz.. Oct. 1, 1970 at the Sunset Sound recording studio in Los Angeles. Janis Joplin asks producer Paul Rothchild to roll tape. She has a song she’d like to sing. Read More

When I sing, I feel like when you're first in love. It's more than sex. It's that point two people can get to they call love, when you really touch someone for the first time, but it's gigantic, multiplied by the whole audience. I feel chills. Janis Joplin…….

Robert Service my favorite poet.

Third:: This year's National Poetry Day Thursday 2 October. National Poetry Day is a British campaign to promote poetry, including public performances. National Poetry Day was founded in 1994 by William Sieghart. It takes place annually in the UK and Ireland on the first Thursday of October. Since its inception, it has engaged millions of people across the country with live events, classroom activities and broadcasts. Read More ( Thank You U.K. )

The Men that Don't Fit In
by: Robert W. Service

There's A race of men that don't fit in,
A race that can't stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and they rove the flood,
And they climb the mountain's crest;
Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,
And they don't know how to rest.
If they just went straight they might go far,
They are strong and brave and true;
But they're always tired of the things that are,
And they want the strange and new.
They say: "Could I find my proper groove,
What a deep mark I would make!"
So they chop and change, and each fresh move
Is only a fresh mistake.
And each forgets, as he strips and runs
With a brilliant, fitful pace,
It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones
Who win in the lifelong race.
And each forgets that his youth has fled,
Forgets that his prime is past,
Till he stands one day, with a hope that's dead,
In the glare of the truth at last.
He has failed, he has failed; he has missed his chance;
He has just done things by half.
Life's been a jolly good joke on him,
And now is the time to laugh.
Ha, ha! He is one of the Legion Lost;
He was never meant to win;
He's a rolling stone, and it's bred in the bone;
He's a man who won't fit in. READ MORE

AND::: I will leave you with this thought from a much younger Joe Todd…

Thanks for stopping by… I guess I’m still “out there” a wandering……

Have a “QUALITY TIME” October…

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How do you fix a jack-o-lantern?
With a pumpkin patch.

Monday, September 22, 2014

The One Minute Prayer Primer..at My Quality Time

A Quality Time Inspirational story about “learning to pray.” A big thanks to Tom K. for the email… I had these photos of chairs in a tree and had been wanting to use them in a post. Hope you enjoy the story and if you do.. feel free to share.

A man's daughter had asked the local pastor to come and pray with her father. When the pastor arrived, he found the man lying in bed with his head propped up on two pillows and an empty chair beside his bed. The priest assumed that the old fellow had been informed of his visit.

"I guess you were expecting me," he said. "No, who are you?" "I'm the new associate at your local church," the pastor replied."When I saw the empty chair, I figured you knew I was going to show up." "Oh yeah, the chair," said the bedridden man. "Would you mind closing the door?"

Puzzled, the pastor shut the door. "I've never told anyone this, not even my daughter," said the man. "But all of my life I have never known how to pray. At church I used to hear the pastor talk about prayer, but it always went right over my head.."

"I abandoned any attempt at prayer," the old man continued, "until one day about four years ago my best friend said to me, 'Joe, prayer is just a simple matter of having a conversation with God. Here's what I suggest. Sit down on a chair, place an empty chair in front of you, and in faith see God on the chair. It's not spooky because he promised, 'I'll be with you always.' Then just speak to him and listen in the same way you're doing with me right now." "So, I tried it and I've liked it so much that I do it a couple of hours every day. I'm careful, though. If my daughter saw me talking to an empty chair, she'd either have a nervous breakdown or send me off to the funny farm."

The pastor was deeply moved by the story and encouraged the old guy to continue on the journey. Then he prayed with him, and returned to the church. Two nights later the daughter called to tell the pastor that her daddy had died that afternoon. "Did he seem to die in peace?" he asked. "Yes, when I left the house around two o'clock, he called me over to his bedside, told me one of his corny jokes, and kissed me on the cheek. When I got back from the store an hour later, I found him dead. But there was something strange, In fact, beyond strange-kind of weird.