Things I am grateful for: Funny pictures and witty cartoonists.
Here’s a picture I once used to characterize the suppertime habits in this house. I called it “I cook. He cleans.”
That’s a good funny one. And I like this one a lot too:
And god bless the cartoonists, the theological ones being among my favorites. Here’s one:
We still do that, we children of Adam.
And here’s maybe my favorite one of all.
On dreary winter days, if you want to cheer up, seek out the merry. It’s like Yeats says in “The Fiddler of Dooney,” a great old poem if ever there was one:
When we come at the end of time,
To Peter sitting in state,
He will smile on the three old spirits,
But call me first through the gate.
For the good are always the merry,
Save by an evil chance,
And the merry love the fiddle
And the merry love to dance;
And when the folk there spy me,
They will all come up to me,
With “Here is the fiddler of Dooney!”
And dance like a wave of the sea.