Lohbado wasn't born with a silver spoon. An old buttery spoon, stainless steel with some engraving on the back, Buttersby Steelson Spoon. What a delight! Lohbado's birth name was Peter Stumps. He loved the buttersby spoon. His father Stonehenge smiled. Appreciate what you have. True wealth lies in resourcefulness, ability to live by one's wits and to cheer up. All the wealth in the world is of no use if you're miserable. You could be poor as a church mouse, but if you're cheerful... that's the trick. Prince Hamlet said "I could be bounded in a walnut shell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams."
Shakespeare, Hamlet act 2 scene 2. Too bad for Hamlet. He ended up killing quite a few people by the end of the play. What a wasted opportunity. He had it all, Ophelia, palace life. He got sucked into some sort of Oedipal thing... death of the father, jealous of his mother's new husband.
Bad dreams were beyond his control. Hamlet, a biological creature with a huge irrational side and a dose of melancholia responded to causes and conditions. He saw his murdered father's ghost.
Ok, it's a sunny end of September in Montreal, cha cha cha. Life, given climate change and all, is far from being a bowl of cherries. Some cherries developed mold. A plate of cookies might do.
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