The Little Things Matter

The Little Things Matter ©

By

Michael Casey

Well the Little Things do really matter, such as prepositions. I was reading something yesterday and I thought it was very badly written. Why? Because of the prepositions. Prepositions give away the writer, and yes I can hear you all say, look who’s talking. The difference is that I’m Talking, I’m not actually Writing.Yes I don’t bother with ultra correct punctuation or layout, because I’m Talking to you. I want you to hear my voice, or do I need to SHOUT?

There was a pause then as I went to bed with a bucket as I was feeling bad enough to puke, nice word, much much strong that feeling unwell, conveys far more. So it’s the next day, Friday 7^th Dec, for all of you keeping track, I’ve gone for a walk and then maybe rekindled my cold while waiting for the bus back up the hill. However Fleetwood Mac are now serenading me so I’m happy enough, and did you know that Ken from NY once told me that one of Fleetwood Mac’s mother now lives up the back of the woods, up the road from me. Do you ever think people will say I live near Michael Casey the fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham? NO.

So where are we, the little things, like tidying as you go, which never happens if you have kids. A trail of sweet wrappers, or toast crumbs all over the counter tops, though to be honest that is me. Little things annoy and can bring such joy, no making up your over metaphors and the like. If people don’t put the top on toothpaste it really does annoy, as does a trail of dirty knickers in the bathroom. What’s your own bathroom like? Do you share it with 3 girls and a female cat, and the cat poohs in the bath too, though that’s better that on the floor.

Why do some things annoy so much, such as several 1/2 full glasses of water left lying all over the place. Though bad perfume is the thing that annoys me the most, if I were rich I’d buy really expensive perfume for my girls. It would have the bouquet I like so my nose is not offended by their rubbish. Ck1 is nice for a man or a woman, and it would be cost effective as we could all share a 200ml bottle, I know compared to Golden Balls’ perfume it is cheap, but at least it does not smell like a jock strap.

Clothes maketh the man they say, but a badly dressed man offends a women, a women would prefer to strip him naked and then dress him as she does with her Cindy Doll. A touch here and a touch there and a man is then worthy of a woman’s attention. Shaving or not shaving does make a difference, a woman won’t kiss a man who looks scruffy, who has 7 days of beard and 14 days without washing his hair, though Jeremy Corbyn our Future Prime Minister does seem to have women flock to him.

And what about the unshaven woman? Are men frighten off bit of feminine stubble on the legs and armpits. In some societies it is the norm, but back here in Birmingham my own personal taste is the smooth look.You shave me and I’ll shave you could be a nice icebreaker before bedtime. Speaking of shaving should men shave their heads like Prince Williams, or hang onto what is left of their locks, despite looking so stupid.

We all have things about us which transform us for the better or for the worse. If you look at all the photos of me you can see the Skin Head look to the Old English Sheepdog look, from the nice eyebrows to the wild professor look eyebrows. One look gets me looks from the girls, ok the over 75 girls, and the other gets people crossing the street to avoid me. So little things do really matter, like the state of your hair. As you grow older too it is important to remember to close your flies when you leave the toilet, and certainly before you leave the house. Why, well as well as frightening the ladies in the street, you may get a chill, and you cann’t rub Deep Heat on that part of your body.

All in all if you remember to look after the little things, the big things will look after themself. But you must leave the toilet seat down, and the lid too, a relationship can flounder and break all because you forgot to flush. My tip though which may save your relationship, if you do pee on the floor, don’t mop it up with your girls panties. Just blame her cat instead, but do remember does she have a cat in the first place.

p.s. Donald Trump  to appoint the Janitor as FEMA boss, as janitor knows all about bringing emergency relief to the men’s room  supplying  toilet paper.

Trump is beyond a joke ……

Still Nursing my cold/flu

p.s.
22.19pm now I nearly puked and had to take a bucket to bed with me just in case, but I've arisen like a vampire, to buy lipstick, not for myself, vampires only have blood on their lips. anyway, it's not fun this section of my life,but I will return like Patton to write anew

Still Nursing my cold/flu

well I posted a Jake email I had on my Wordpress

then today  I get a fake email, but it was from my own email address and in Spanish

Then some guy in the DT said email should be banned, and said You've got Mail was a rubbish

film, well more or less. So that's my morning once I finally got out of bed.

The wife is off so I have nagging in the background, as I cough and splutter like a 1970s car

Somebody else in Holland is reading my stuff in Google Spanish.

 so for

the guy below here's my view from 2001, you can pass it on to him if you know his email.

It's time we killed off email

Robin Pagnamenta

 

The trouble with Technology (c)

                   By

          Michael     Casey

The  trouble  with technology is that we all use it  , now if we just left it all alone then we all have no problems . Simple really but we all just can't leave it alone , we all just have yo use it  . In the beginning if we wanted water we'd fetch the bucket and drop it down a well . My mother was born just  30feet from the sea , but they were fortunate because they had their own well , so they went outside and dropped the bucket down the well and then they had water . Then technology comes along and we just turn a tap and we have clean water instantly . We have hot water too , at the turn of a tap . In one generation so many changes . However technology then works against us , because we assume it will always work and that there will be no problems

We don't even know where the stopcock is , so our homes flood and then we discover we are not covered by our insurance .

My mother grew up with an oil lamp hanging above , no luxury of gas lamps for her , as for electricity , that was just a dream . Nowadays how could any society manage without electricity , its impossible to believe life without electricity . No tv , no radio , no freezers , no street lighting , no traffic lights, the list goes on and on . As for indoor plumbing , the luxury of a hot bath , the WC in the home . My mother grew up with no indoor plumbing , if you needed the bathroom as the American's say , then you'd leave the house and pick your spot in a field with the cows gazing on , as for toilet paper you had a blade of grass to wipe your  %^** . As for me we did not have such hardships , we had an outside WC , which we did not have to share with any other family , just 8 Caseys sharing our outside bog/toilet . There was a yard light to illuminate the way and a light in the toilet too . Which was sheer luxury compared to my mum's and my dad's childhoods . My dad would always come home and immediately switch off the yard light because it was wasting electricity . Then a shout would go up "Put the light on" , and my dad would always say "I didn't know" . Then there was the indignity of running out of paper . My brother Tony had a very good sense of humour so it was always the case that I'd shout from the yard "More Bog Roll" which is the English slang for toilet paper . Tony was kind so he'd always bring out a fresh supply  of paper , only he liked to tease so he'd push one sheet , just one sheet of paper under the door and say that's all there was in the house , and that mom said I'd have to use my finger . Then he'd go away laughing . He always left a full roll of  paper on the doorstep , much to my relief .

Simple technology , we all take for granted , water and electricity . What does all this technology do for us ? It gives us independent comfortable lives , we have clean water , hot water , light and warmth . Then with the miracle of TV we can all watch the world go by , from the comfort of our homes , or the local bar whichever is our true home . We are now a global village as has often been said , but then we become  anti social as its easier to watch tv than to interact with real people , we'd rather watch fiction on tv than have a real life . But with technology we can send an email to our neighbour across the  road , with pictures and video , rather than leave our castle homes , rather than going over for a coffee and a bar of chocolate .That's one view the optimistic view says that we truly can break down barriers by using the miracle of email to keep us connected though we are thousands of miles apart . I have to hold my hand up and admit that I am an email Junky , I did send  up to 5 emails a day to my friend in another part of the office , because we were both having fun . Then when I fell in love with my one true love it was ONLY because of the miracle of email that our love survived .I sent my girlfriend  long long  emails everyday for 6 months . She was in Shanghai while I was in Birmingham . My heart was breaking with love and hope until finally she came back to me . I'd come home from work at 3am and hit the keyboard , with luck because of the time difference we'd actually be live  and talking almost in real time .You cannot imagine how heart rending it was to come home to an email , to get up in the afternoon and read an email before going on night shift .I think whoever invented email should be made a saint, without email our love would not have lasted . An exchange of letters takes 14 days from Birmingham to Shanghai , so thank God for email and God himself KNOWS just how much I mean that , Sainthood is not high enough reward for the inventor of email .Is it Saint Bill Gates ? The telephone is fantastic , but too expensive , I know my phone bill reached 4 figures , but an email can be read over and over again , and even printed off , so it is a letter.

So I confess email is the most important leap in technology of the 20th Century , as far as I am concerned .

The next stage in the technology story   are mobile phones that send/receive video and tv , so we are literally wired up where ever we are in the world science fiction becoming science fact . We all used empty match boxes to pretend we were Captain Kirk  communicating to the Enterprise but now they are here for real . If you have been in a theatre,church,hospital and these things bleep you have to decide for yourself are they useful  or just a real pain in the *&^% . On balance they are good , but people have to be a lot more considerate , nobody else wants to hear their conversations if they are in church or at the theatre or even cinema . I remember a conversation I had at dinner on Xmas Eve just gone , the guy sat next to me happen to design mobile phones , he was very very good at his job , but I did warn caution about saturation point being reached . Then today 4months on , I am proved right , the mobile giants are in trouble , why , because of saturation point now being reached .

I don't want to end on low note , so I'll tell another anecdote , we all remember when we had our first colour tv , how wonderful it was and how we all marvel and the colours . The BBC started showing snooker because of the colours , and now tv without snooker would be unimaginable . Then remote control came in , so we'd try different positions and even outside the house and through the glass into the room where the tv was . Technology makes us all like children , its supposed to be a triumph of engineering and technology but really its our greatest toy , and our greatest joy . On Saturday my dad will come out  of the old peoples home to spend the day with me and my Chinese wife in our home . I'll be able to show him the internet and I hope  I can bring tears of joy to his eyes as I show him County Kerry on the computer monitor . Sitting in my living room in Birmingham he can read the Irish newspapers and see his homeland where he started as a blacksmith  in the 1930s . This is how we should be using technology .

                                              End

20/4/2001

              

 now its 2018  and my girls are growing up fast.....

and today's readers were:-

Germany
Unknown Region
Portugal
United States
United Arab Emirates
Denmark
France
United Kingdom
Poland And today's readers were the above, thank you all, and spread the word, maybe I'll finally get a media deal. My daughters have friends in Denmark, so if its you HELLO. As for the UAE a big hello too, and  if you own that painting of Da Vinci's that's not yet on the wall, I could find space for it if you want to send it along. Otherwise teaching English via my comic writing is a good investment. It could be my pension, and help  pay for my girls' education.  Anyway, I went to the shop for some cough sweets and the cold really stopped me in my tracks, If  ever I make any money I'd move to the Hilton Malta, my last ever holiday was there in April 2013. Tomorrow is another day, and God remains good even if we are not, so pray for my Health and I'll have something new in the morning, we will find out together what it is. Let There Be Light © By Michael Casey Let my tears be my words Let the candle light be my eyes Let the flowers in bloom be my lips Let their scent be my blood Let the wind be my breath Let clouds be my mood Let children’s laughter be my hope Let widows’ sighs be my conscience Let a stranger’s prayers be my delight Let the bees be my wisdom Let the trees be my strength Let my patience reach to the stars Let me be always remembered in your prayers nite nite Michael Casey the fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham England still with his flu/cold  so stand back from the screen no kissing my image.