That’s my Dad.
This afternoon, I lamented briefly.
“I feel like I play by the rules and do everything right, and where does it get me?”
“Well you’re not in jail.,” he said. “You’re not in the hospital. You’re not in the cemetery. It’s all relative.”
I had to laugh! He smiled.
Right again. My Dad is equally logical and affable.
I’m usually affable, and becoming more logical everyday.
Logic is beautiful. Yes or no. Right or wrong.
Simple. I like simple.