Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Life is a Cabaret

What good is sitting alone in your room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret.
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People watching is a relaxing pastime. You get to see humanity in all its forms. I like to sit at a local hangout, grab a cup of coffee (and maybe a cigar) and watch the world go by. The variety always amazes me. I watch the successful go in for their morning coffee. You can alway tell them by the car they drive and the way they walk. No furtive steps, and no cell phone. If a call comes in, it's quiet and quick. Then there's the self-important poser. Always looking around to see who they can impress. They talk loud and make sure everyone knows what about the big things they're doing. Occasionally, they arrive in groups. Loud obnoxious groups. Next come the workers on a time schedule. They have enough time to stop for coffee (the good stuff, not the office sludge) and get back on the road. The day is ahead of them and sometimes it's not a pretty sight. Sometimes the Moms come it, the kids are at school, Dad's at work, and they have a chance to sit and read (or people watch) with no interruptions. Sometimes Dad comes in, often with the kids, Mom's at home sleeping late. Young women drift through. You can never tell where they're going, but you have to wonder why they dress that way to go there. They wear everything from pajamas to formal dress. And, of course, there are the people like me. We sit, sip, and watch the world go by. Life truly is a cabaret. It's loud, crowded, and full of strange people.
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Start by admitting
From cradle to tomb
Isn't that long a stay.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Only a Cabaret, old chum,
And I love a Cabaret!

What was the most important thing we learned in church?

I don't know why this came to mind, but I started wondering about it the other day. We didn't learn right from wrong in church, our parents took care of that on a daily basis. Waiting until Sunday would have been too little too late. We didn't learn how to get along with others, church is too structured. Proper manners? Church socials are hardly a place where manners are strictly enforced. Please and Thank You? Required, but not taught there. Our parents wouldn't have let us near church friends unless we knew how to behave. What was the most important thing we learned in church? We learned how to sit down and shut up for an hour or so. We learned that, no matter how much we didn't want to, we had to be quiet and fairly still. We didn't get to play with video games. At the most, we were given a pencil and paper. We learned a little respect. We also learned that dessert after Sunday dinner was a little easier to get if we were good, and that the reminder to be good was more forceful the next Sunday if we were bad. If we were really bad, sitting at the table for dinner was a little uncomfortable, and dessert didn't happen. This isn't the lesson that our parents planned for us to learn, but it was a very good lesson.