“Life is a banquet, and most poor suckers are starving to death!” Thus said Auntie Mame, and Rosalind Russell took it as her slogan after playing the part. If you don’t know who Auntie Mame is, read the book, see the movie, ask somebody. Or not. I think the quote stands on its own. I thought of it this morning, when I lamented once again that I have too much on my plate. It made me feel better about everything. I just overdid it on the Buffet of Life. I always eat too much at buffets, and I know I am not alone in that.
All this by way of introduction to a late Waste Not Want Not Wednesday post, which I came dangerously close to skipping altogether.
That is what is known in the business as a Sweet Ride.
I only have two photos to waste not. I took them on a walk to I forget where, I forget when, but I do so love classic cars. My father or brother could instantly tell you make, model, and year, but I can only admire.
A little too shadowed, alas.
One gift I have which helps get me through the day is my ability to admire. As I am driving to work or walking through a parking lot or doing any number of necessary chores, if I see something beautiful, I notice and admire it. At least I try to. No doubt I miss some things. However, at least I did not miss making my Wednesday blog post, albeit late. I wonder if anybody would have missed me had I skipped it (just a little fishing for compliments there, please forgive me).
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