Got me some scales in the mail today. The wonders of modern life, you stroke some keys, someone some where does the same thing and next thing you know thee UPS driver shows up with nice card board boxes. He does his thing and some more stroking and next thing you know I am caressing two scales. 't Was a good stroking week alright, don't hurt no one.
The point behind scales is to keep things in a balance: weight of green against paper weight of green. Them ya scales are pretty nifty, they have a memory for prices and add up as you go, just like us humans. I have this saying on the wall, which I really like: What I gave I have, what I kept I lost. Very true for me in the grand scheme of life, and sometimes I forget. What is in it for me, what do I get out of it, am I being short changed? Who gives a rats' ass, in 40 years, what does it matter? But I do have a memory for what is mine, what I gained, what I worked for, what it is worth to me. And sometimes you forget that you shouldn't sweat the small stuff for it is all small stuff. Still, giving, truely giving, is like love. True love is about hope and not about expectation, not easy to do that, for most of the times one gives something and the internal scale puts it in memory. But..... But just because I am rich doesn't mean the trade shouldn't be fair and even, but still. Is it better to steal from a rich person, but than again, one shouldn't steal at all. Somewhere or another we do all have a sense of fairness and equality and you know when you do wrong. You know it when you do wrong, and when you do, it will bite you in the bottomus till you repent in some way or another. Anyway, random ramblings, and yes, I will keep close tabs of what I owe you for now I have two scales.
Pieter Los, born in Scotland, raised in the Netherlands, lost in the USA. .