I’ve been reading many of the articles on the beneficial antioxidants found in tea and coffee. Yes, I do believe it’s true. One of the problems for me is that everytime I drink tea, my tremors multiply by 500%. Drinking a little extra coffee does the same thing. Both do stimulate the brain immediately to make one feel more alert and smart. I guess I’ll just need to start walking more. Shamedly, I admit that I don’t exercise enough. After all the years of sedentary work, I definitely have not done enough. And I do detest it. I must pray for more motivation and stimulation to do it. I now have the time. I don’t mind walking. Moving to some music is fun too. I’ll have to look into some of the easy aerobic exercises to music on some of the latest DVDs.
I wanted to post on Sally’s informative and detailed comment she posted recently on vitamin B-12 deficiency. I’m just shaking too bad today so I’ll wait a day or so to do that.
Kat, a faithful follower of the blog, sent me this email. For some reason I’ve discovering these very funny jokes recently. Or maybe my brain is just interpreting that way. Here it is.
PECANS IN THE CEMETERY
On the outskirts of a small town, there was a big, old pecan tree just inside the cemetery fence. One day, two boys filled up a bucketful of nuts and sat down by the tree, out of sight, and began dividing the nuts.
‘One for you, one for me One for you, one for me,’ said one boy. Several dropped and rolled down toward the fence.
Another boy came riding along the road on his bicycle. As he passed, he thought he heard voices from inside the cemetery. He slowed down to investigate. Sure enough, he heard, ‘One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me.’
He just knew what it was. He jumped back on his bike and rode off. Just around the bend he met an old man with a cane, hobbling along.
‘Come here quick,’ said the boy , ‘you won’t believe what I heard! Satan and the Lord are down at the cemetery dividing up the souls.’
The man said, ‘Beat it kid, can’t you see it’s hard for me to walk.’ When the boy insisted though, the man hobbled slowly to the cemetery.
Standing by the fence they heard , ‘One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me.’
The old man whispered, ‘Boy, you’ve been tellin’ me the truth. Let’s see if we can see the Lord.’
Shaking with fear, they peered through the fence, yet were still unable to see anything. The old man and the boy gripped the wrought iron bars of the fence tighter and tighter as they tried to get a glimpse of the Lord.
At last they heard, ‘One for you, one for me. That’s all. Now let’s go get those nuts by the fence and we’ll be done.’
They say the old man made it back to town a full 5 minutes ahead of the kid on the bike.