Little patches of snow lie scatterd here and there on the ground but for the most part it is gone. Gone too is the fridged air that seemed to cut deep inside your body. It is still cold but not like last week. I am already thinking about warmer weather and flowers and maybe a garden. But I always think about a garden but never get it planted.
Have you ever noticed how words once they leave your mouth seem to take on a life of there own. It's as if you give birth to them and when you hear them again you do do not recognize them, for they are not the same. They have grown, changed and usually not for the better. Now I know this, know how innocent remarks can turn on you in a heartbeat.
Last Sunday I was alone all day. Nobody here but the dogs and I. Surely there could be no way I could possibly get into trouble. Wait a minute, we're talking anout me here. About noon a person called me, I will call this person the party of the first part, I being the party of the second part. She very innocently said to me,"She did not know why they all had left so early." A little while later the party of the third part called me, I said the party of the first part wondered why they had left so early." Do not ask me why I repeated that she had said those words. I did not say she was upset. But those little words should have stayed in my mouth. For when he hung up the phone he promptly told the party of the fourth and fifth part what I had said. So then the party of the fourth part called the party of the first part and asked why she was upset. She of course said she wasn't, which she wasn't. Now the party of the first part called me and said she had not been upset, I said I had not said she was upset. Are you getting the picture here folks? Words once they fly out of your mouth never stay the same once they make the rounds.
I remember a article I read once. A little story how a woman had gossiped about another woman. She felt bad afterwards and went to the priest and asked what she could do to make it right. He told her to take a bag of feathers and go through the village and put them on every doorstep. She did and came back the next day. "I have done it," she told him. "Now what do I do?" "Go back ,"he said and pick them up and all will be be forgiven." She was shocked,"Why it will do no good to go back, they will all have blown to the winds." He sadly shook his head, "That is how our words are," he said, "Blown too the winds."
So the moral to this little tale is if you do not want a large snowball rolling down hill out of control. Do not stand at the top of the hill and give it a push. So to the party of the first part, I'm sorry. I promise to stay away from large snowballs and hills.
That is so true, me and Jeffrey just had a discussion about that very thing. One of his friends had taken something he said and made it sound mean when they told the story back to one of his other friends, which in turn was told to more friends, so now hes the bad guy. Funny how people can take what you say and give it a whole new meaning. I told Jeffrey that people in general love to gossip and that their is not too many people you can trust with what you say in this life, which is so sad that I have to tell my 17 year old this.
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