How to Save Money at a Pricey Restaurant

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How to Save Money at a Pricey Restaurant

by Bethenny Frankel

Who doesn't love to go out to a nice dinner? We all know that it can be expensive-but I want to give you some tips on how to make your money go further-and still allow you to have a nice meal out.…Keep reading

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Three cellmates in a Cuban jail compared notes.

"I was jailed for coming to work late," mourned the first.
"They said I was trying to upset the productivity quota."

"Me, I came to work early." said the second. "They said
this proved I was a capitalist spy."

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BLOODY SQUIRRELS

We have a lovely garden
where trees and flowers grow.
Love to watch the birdies come
and food for them we throw.
We have a pond where they can drink
and a nest for them to lay.
A really smashing wrinklies place
where we could sit all day.

One sunny day the squirrels came
and dropped in from above.
Funny, when we first saw them,
we thought they were in love.
Running along the trees and fence
like children's fluffy toys.
Even us, with all our years,
couldn't tell the girls from boys.

We fed 'em nuts and fruit and stuff
to keep 'em coming here.
We thought 'em great and from the first
we really had no fear.
So funny as they washed their face
and dried it with their tail.
Hiding nuts in our green grass
in case supplies should fail

Then late one night we got a fright
with loud noises overhead.
Wakened suddenly from our dreams
we shot right out of bed.
Banging, Tapping, Running Feet
'twas such a rowdy din.
We didn't know!, we were naive!,
'twas squirrels moving in.

When they got real settled in
they joined up for D I Y.
They rearranged our attic things
like thunder in the sky.
They chewed our junk, ate the foam
and really made a stink
All our efforts to evict them
didn't even make them blink.

Then in throes of desperation
we called up and got the men.
At nine they came to set a trap,
were gone again by ten.
Came next day to check the trap
and found a squirrel caught.
Then paper work came out,
Seventy Quid the invoice sought.

Trying now to ease my pain
contemplating rodents' fate.
Assuming in my naive way,
this squirrel would be the late.
Being kind, I said I hoped
it's death would not be slow.
The man replied "it won't be bad
we always let them go."

We still have a lovely garden
where trees and flowers grow.
But not to watch the birdies come
and food for them to throw.
For we must patrol and watch the trees,
no time to take a nap.
We feel their eyes, we see twigs fall,
the Buggers will be back.

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[Poetry Chaikhana] Kobayashi Issa - Don't weep, insects

Here's your Daily Poem from the Poetry Chaikhana --

Don't weep, insects

By Kobayashi Issa
(1763 - 1828)

English version by Lucien Stryk and Takashi Ikemoto

Don't weep, insects --
Lovers, stars themselves,
Must part.

-- from A Box of Zen: Haiku the Poetry of Zen, Koans the Lessons of Zen, Sayings the Wisdom of Zen, Edited by Manuela Dunn Mascetti / Edited by Timothy Hugh Barrett

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Thought for the Day:

The purpose of life is awareness.

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Hi Omss -

Another haiku by Issa.

We can't take an expansive view of existence without making room in our philosophy for that universal experience of death and the (apparent) separation that results. Issa's short meditation on this terrible question is somehow sweet, even soothing. It places our personal experience within a vast community of reality -- a quiet acknowledgment that great and small all share the same initiation of breathing out, of letting go.

It seems physical existence is, in some ways, an immense stage for the acting out of the two great dramas of being: learning to connect, and then learning to release. The first requires a heart that is open; the second requires a heart even more open.

Is this a melancholy meditation? When we look at this question with a steady gaze, a calm mind, and that open heart, we can glimpse a life within that doesn't pale at parting even from the body itself. That unflickering glow, that is us, our true self, the sustained self.

And it seems to me it is with that voice that Issa makes his observation of parting -- a wholeness of being watching a passing phenomenon. Such universal rending should be a catastrophe in the soul, yet we don't feel it that way as we read these lines. There is something fleeting and superficial in the haiku's separation, and something eternal in the witness uttering its words.

Have a beautiful day, and a new moon bringing new beginnings, new possibilities.

Ivan

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