Some years ago I regularly visited several elderly people in our local nursing home. They frequently complained that their children didn’t visit them very often. Since, at each of our visits, they itemized and complained about their numerous aches, the quality of the food, the noise level, the dullness of most television, and the weather, I developed a pretty good idea of why their children’s visits were few and far between.
It reminded me of the joke about the young man who joined a monastery committed to silence. The monks were allowed to speak briefly to the Abbott every two years. After the first two years the monk said, “My bed is too hard.” After four years he returned and said, “My room is too cold.” Then, after six years he said, “The food is awful.” Finally, when he returned after eight years, he informed the Abbott that he was leaving the Monastery. The Abbot responded, “I’m not surprised. You’ve done nothing but bitch, ever since you came here.”
As my friends and I became older ourselves, we realized we were singing that all too familiar song, “My knee bones disconnecting from my leg bone; my back bone is hurting my hip bones, and my ears don’t work anymore. Can’t even hear the Word of the Lord.”
Those older ladies’ complaints of years past, though annoying, we now knew were legitimate. So, several of us decided to try to minimize the fallout from our own problems of aging on others by limiting the amount of whining we did.

We decided that everyone does need to whine sometime, even God’s people. Think of the Israelites in the desert; whine, whine, whine all the way home.

So, we took some liberties with the Scripture to cover this challenge. We began to spread the word that “Monday is the day the Lord hath made for whining.” Now, in order to not be too legalistic, we allowed for a moveable feast when we did not whine on Monday.  In that case, you could whine on another day of the week. Whenever we noticed each other slipping into whine mode on a non-designated whining day, we would remind each other that, “Today is not Monday.”
This has had a salutary effect on the quality of our conversations and our popularity with younger generations.

So, remember, Monday is the day that the Lord hath made for whining.