The power of love


It can strike anytime, anywhere and absolutely nobody is immune from it. This terrible affliction has been around for centuries, but there is still no known cure for it. Age is no factor, and everybody is susceptible to it.

A few days ago, our 6-year-old grandkid, was struck by one of Eros’s gold-tipped arrows and fell in love with a pert young waitress.

“There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.” – Sarah Dessen

 He was so perturbed by this new emotion that he could not even take a bite of his delicious-looking Tarte Tatin. A true testament for this young man, to the seriousness of his ailment.

“You know that tingly little feeling you get when you like someone? That’s your common sense leaving your body.”

He was too shy to declare his flame, but he told us about it, and we let the young lady know about it. She was flattered and felt sorry about their age gap and their challenging romance, but she did not rebuff him. After all, president Emmanuel Macron of France married his high school teacher who was 25 years older than him.

Ain’t no mountain high enough to stop you when you are in love. Upon our return home, he penned a letter that we promised to deliver to the young lady. It was short and to the point. He started by saying “I like you miss” and ended up simply by declaring “I love you”

It was a simple but very powerful message, and it might sway (????) the young lady to wait for him… After all, the kid is good-looking and very mature for his age…

Love is no laughing matter. It is a very powerful emotion that can derail and incapacitate any human being. Most everybody has loved and lost at least once and can relate to this. Regardless of your age and experience, you can fall prey to this pandemic anytime.

The Russians, the Chinese, and a slew of authoritarian regimes have been working on a vaccine for years but so far without success. Because if you fall in love, you lose your head and won’t pay attention to any government’s directives anymore… a big no-no in certain countries.

We promised to deliver our young man’s message to his beloved but warned him that there was no guarantee of success. With a stiff upper lip, he told us that he understood this, but still hoped for the best.

Hope springs eternal.  People will keep on hoping, no matter what the odds… and that is good, isn’t it?


My new machine

La Deuche

A few decades ago, when I formally took possession of my new machine, I was thrilled. It worked extremely well and required very little maintenance. This was a very good thing because at the time I did not know what the word meant.

In many respects, my machine bore many similarities with the iconic Citroën 2CV (La Deuche). It was made in France, it had a compact but sturdy body, it was frugal, and it was extremely versatile. And it was meant to last. And by George, it did! It served me well for many years. I took it to many places and exposed it to many different (often scary) situations; we always came out smelling like a rose, without any scratch.

I used the machine (and probably abused it) somewhat carelessly. But it endured… Until a few years ago when it started to show some wear and tear. I had to take it to some clinic for a complete physical. Technicians started to mention and even emphasize the word “maintenance”, a term foreign to all whippersnappers like me.

Only old fogies care about maintenance, isn’t it? Young people are impervious to decay and don’t give a hoot about maintenance. We don’t need no stinky maintenance!

But with time, you start to reconsider your actions. The old fogies might have known something that we didn’t… Was it possible? I discovered that some parts of my machine were worn out and in need of repair. I was told for instance that a tooth in my mouth had to be pulled out and replaced with an implant.

After all these years of faithful service, my machine deserved a break. Then a few months later. I discovered that I had some cataract in my right eye. Then I started to experience a nagging backache. Little by little, I was made aware that my now older machine did not perform as well as when it was in its prime.

What happened? I don’t feel old, but it seems that my machine is balking at accomplishing the simplest tasks. The nerves… It looks like I need a new one. As an Amazon fan, I look forward to the days when you will be able to order some new body parts online. Amazon, I need a new kidney… Yes sir, thank you for your order. It will be on your doorstep tomorrow morning!

You should not laugh. Who would have ever believed that you could purchase almost anything online with the click of a mouse?
But don’t ever neglect maintenance. If you want your machine to keep running smoothly, don’t scrimp and start early! Pamper your machine and you won’t have to order new parts from Amazon for a long time.


Perfume proper

A few decades ago, it was very fashionable for women to wear perfume. No woman on the go would leave her house without a touch of the magic elixir, and the scent of various fragrances permeated the air.

The smell of these fragrances used to be as familiar as the aroma of freshly cut grass, but no more. The politically correct vigilantes saw to it. According to them, chemical fragrances could trigger all kinds of debilitating ailments in some people and should be banned… at least in public buildings.

And so it went. Scent-free policies were established and implemented in the workplace and the smell of perfume almost completely disappeared. Personally, I don’t mind being subjected to it… but up to a point.

You need to remember that above all, perfume is a weapon. A subtle one, but still a weapon. It has been used for ages by women to soften their target’s defenses…  but not to kill them. Like any weapon, it should be handled carefully and judiciously. You don’t use a machinegun to kill a rabbit, and you don’t douse yourself with perfume to be noticed.

“If I can smell you before I see you, you definitely have too much of something on.”

Subtlety is always the key. But some people don’t understand self-restraint… especially in America where bigger always seems to be better.

This brings us to our recent encounter with a couple a middle-aged woman. We knew that they were in our table’s vicinity way before we saw them. The scent was overwhelming…. I don’t know if it was meant to cover some unpleasant body odor, but it was very potent. Enough to subdue anybody in a radius of 5 meters. After a full year of pandemic, you would think that people know the meaning of social distancing… but these two women obviously didn’t or didn’t care.

“User discretion doesn’t cut it for some people. Having a perfume spray measurement guide should do just fine. Something like a mechanical lock that jams the spray from working after 3 to 4 puffs.”

Don’t get me wrong, I love the aroma of a good perfume, but it has to be used sparingly. A touch of it works like a small wink. It is alluring when it is done discreetly, but it is disturbing when done in excess.

Most of us are too poor to buy cheap stuff. If you invest in some perfume, splurge and purchase a proven brand. A fragrance identifies you; buy a cheap one, and you will be seen as cheap; get a nice one and you be remembered as classy.


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