I Have Lost My Cane

I have the solution. Attach a long elastic cord to the cane and the other end to the floor in the center of the house. The, if you let go of the cane it will spring back to the center of the house. Of course you couldn't leave the house. And if you let go of the cane and it springs away from you I guess you have to crawl on all fours to the center of the house to get it back. Maybe I haven't thought this through enough.

 

I bought a replacement. My family has convinced me I left it out on the patio
and someone carried it off because this is something I do on occasion.

 

For things like lost canes that annoy us:
The Oyster

There once was an oyster
Whose story I tell,
Who found that some sand
Had got into his shell.
It was only a grain,
But it gave him great pain.
For oysters have feelings
Although they’re so plain.

Now, did he berate
The harsh working of fate
That had brought him
To such a deplorable state?
Did he curse at the government,
Cry for election,
And claim that the sea should
Have given him protection?

No – he sad to himself
As he lay on a shell,
Since I cannot remove it,
I shall try to improve it.
Now the years have rolled around,
As the years always do,
And he came to his ultimate
Destiny – stew.

And the small grain of sand
That had bothered him so
Was a beautiful pearl
All richly aglow.
Now the tale has a moral;
For isn’t it grand
What an oyster can do
With a morsel of sand?

What couldn’t we do
If we’d only begin
With some of the things
That get under our skin.

Author: Unknown