Monday, July 28, 2014
Monday, July 21, 2014
The pillows that cradle my head each night when I go to sleep are five years old. You are supposed to change them out once a year because those creepy crawly dust mites can infiltrate the entire pillow and begin causing problems. But... my pillows fit the contour of my head like a good hat... and give me a peaceful night's rest. So I've kept them, refusing to discard them, at all costs. One of the biggest problems I have... is when I spend the night somewhere... other than home. I am not a happy camper. I have trouble adapting to the pillows there and can't sleep... usually because they are too soft. I hate soft pillows. And feather pillows. They make me miserable. Beyond miserable. I feel like I'm being smothered by fabric. I toss and I turn flat against the bed. I like my head to be elevated, at least two pillows high. I want them to be somewhat firm. But not too much. I realize getting new pillows is probably a good idea, after all this time... But the thought of surrendering my headgear, is a bit daunting. What if I can't find something to replace the ones I have? Especially the comfort they bring me. There are so many choices available. What if I pick the wrong one?
How do you test drive a new pillow. You can't really try it out, like a mattress and box springs, can you? How do you deal with this dilemma? When was the last time you replaced your pillows?
Saturday, July 19, 2014
We went out to a restaurant by the lake, a day early, to celebrate our anniversary. The lunch crowd had just left and it looked like we had the place to ourselves. Just the way we like it. But... after we ordered our meal and were settling in to eat it.... there was suddenly a whole lot of banging coming from the kitchen. Maybe remodeling or perhaps something else? Whatever it was... it startled us. Then... there was a loud whirring sound, nearly on top of us... made by folks vacuuming the dining area. So much noise, that at times you couldn't hear yourself think. At first it was funny, and just a tad bit annoying. We thought they'd go away. However, they were persistent. They were doing such a thorough job cleaning the tables and floor, practically in our face... that it got ridiculous. I was going to invite them home, to work on our place... But suddenly a fly on the wall appeared. Apparently it wanted to hone in on our conversation as we dined.We weren't in the mood for a Ménage A Trois (though a glass of wine would have helped)... so I asked for a fly swatter to squash the fly, so we could eat in peace. Instead I got a chuckle from our waitress. Probably a faux pas on my part, asking for the swatter, do you think? Dead flies don't make good meal companions, I should have known. But neither do live ones flying around. Then... we quietly asked ourselves, why are we spending so much money for this meal out... when the intimacy of our window seat, is being ruined by the intrusion of a couple of seemingly nice ladies, just trying to do their jobs. Seems to us they could have been a tad bit more respectful of our rented space, until we finished the meal. Or perhaps it was our fault because we should have told them, upfront... it was a special occasion. (What do you think?) I will say the prime rib there was delicious... and the lemon berry cake for dessert, didn't disappoint. It was scrumptious... every single bite, though not made on site.
So with another meal under our belt, we added another year to our marriage calendar. But... it wasn't the intimate dinner we had hoped for.
Sunday, July 6, 2014
Thursday, July 3, 2014
“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life,
, and the pursuit of Happiness.” Liberty
HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMERICA
Wherever you go. Whatever you do.
FOURTH OF JULY
PS) Be safe
if you are in the
path of the hurricane
headed for the coast
Sunday, June 29, 2014
Orange barrels dot the landscape. There is alot of road work going on around here. Detours are everywhere, taking you to out of the way places. It takes a painstakingly long time to go from one side of town to the other. On ramps and off ramps to major highways are being redone. Lanes are being widened. Sidewalks and angled parking are being put in. One area of town is adding a roundabout. And near us they are rebuilding and repairing bridges. All of this has changed the traffic patterns and has made for a congested daily commute. People are frustrated. Cops have stepped up their game hoping to nab those not wearing their seat belts or speeding. Just the other day... one pulled me over, far away from the construction zones... for going 5 mph over the limit of 45, on a back country road. I understand the need for safety... but 5 mph over??? I've seen folks going much faster, believe me, on that same stretch of road. And I bet they've never seen those flashing lights, telling them they're in trouble. Even though, they should have. Come on. I'm an old lady. I meant no harm. I was on my way to Walmart. Give me a break. Fortunately... he did. My information was in order and I had no previous citations. So the nice police officer left me off with just a warning. Thank goodness for small favors. Ever since my uniform encounter, though... speed has been bumped off my radar. I have been creeping along, out there on the road... so much so... that cars are now passing me where they probably shouldn't... going faster than ever. Where are the cops? Next thing you know I'm going to get a ticket for going too slow, while all these other guys speed off to their destination. Have you ever gotten a ticket?
Monday, June 23, 2014
A few months ago... I had a taxing day. The hubby was out of town and the younger daughter was texting me from
non-stop, complaining about her lot in
life... Meanwhile, I was left to fend for myself on the home front. My hubby gets a free meal and complimentary
drinks on the house... when he's on the road for business. That makes me a tad
bit jealous and this particular night I wanted to be pampered too. I needed to sit somewhere and just relax. So...
I went out to eat at a nicer place than usual, knowing he'd probably be mad at
me for doing it. But figuring... sometimes a girl has to do, what a girl has to
do. I scoured the menu for something
good to eat, finally settling for a chicken and crabmeat dish that wasn't
particularly cheap. Then... I ordered a Bellini Tea. I passed the time, texting my
daughter. Usually I'm quite observant. But... due to where my table was located...
I didn't have a view of the room I was in... to see the people that surrounded
me. The meal was served. I ate it. I wasn't particularly impressed. So...
I ordered dessert. A piece of white chocolate,
raspberry cheesecake. When the waitress
brought it to the table I nearly swooned. It looked delicious, and I can attest
to the fact, every single bite was heavenly. I sat there a little while longer
enjoying the afterglow of this delight. I knew that I had quite a large bill to
pay, for the luxury of this meal, and waited patiently for the waitress to bring
my tab... thinking perhaps, I should have gone somewhere else to eat. When she
approached the table she was smiling. I smiled back. Then... it all went south
on my part. She looked at me and said, "Your check has been picked up by a
very nice person. I can't tell you who it is. They prefer to remain anonymous.
But... they want you to have a very nice day." Her words didn't translate.
I was in shock. I was gobsmacked. I thought she was kidding. Not one word came
out of my mouth, not even a thank-you. I'm ashamed to say... I literally sat
there just staring at her, dumbfounded. She said, "You are free to leave
anytime." And walked away. I fumbled with the cash in my hand trying to
decide what to do. My first instinct was to put the money I owed on the table.
But... I didn't. Instead, I left the waitress a tip, only. I stood up... looked
around the room, then seeing nobody looking back... I left, trembling. I sat in
my car for the next ten minutes and began to cry. Who would do such a thing?
And why pick me? What did they want? I didn't deserve this kind of gesture. For
days afterwards it haunted me, and I was in a quandary about it. I know I should
have felt touched, and lucky. But I didn't. I felt like a victim. I felt
guilty. I had the money to pay. I wasn't a charity case. Someone less fortunate
should have been the recipient. Not the reaction the person paying for my meal
probably expected me to have, right? They wanted to make me happy and I wasn't.
Do you think it was a strange reaction?? In retrospect it probably was, wasn't
it? And I still don't know why I responded that way. But I did. Now let's fast
forward a couple weeks later. Let me preface this by saying... my parents and I
live... five hundred miles apart. They are on a fixed income. My dad had a
stroke last autumn, and now uses a walker to help him stand and get around. So,
my mom and him, usually don't like to venture too far from home. But... one day
they were restless and decided to drive out of town for dinner. They went to a
nice buffet style restaurant. They had a delicious meal, a nice conversation
and were friendly, smiling at the people around them. One man in particular caught my mom's eye. He
stopped at their table to say goodbye, even though my parents didn't know him. He
told them to have a nice day. My mom said, "Thank you. You have a nice
day." When it came time for my folks to settle the bill, the waitress came
over to the table and said, "Your check has been picked up by a very nice
person. I can't tell you who it is. They prefer to remain anonymous." I
KID YOU NOT. The same deed. The same words I had heard. Talk about a coincidence. WHAT are the odds of that happening in
two different states... halfway across the country... within a month's time??? Needless
to say, my parents were also surprised by the nice gesture, but they managed to
say, "Thank You" to the waitress. And thought that... perhaps the gentleman that said
hello to them... was their benefactor. Perhaps he was. I will never know who
treated me. I still regret not saying thank you, at the time. What's the old saying, "You never look a
gift horse in the mouth." However, since then, I have learned to be extremely
grateful for what happened to me, that day. With my husband about to lose his
job... and us to be on a limited income, with just Social Security in the next few
months... I realize the significance of the selfless act this stranger
performed. And I've learned to not feel so guilty about it. It was the
gesture, not the monetary value of the deed, however, that's important. I
should have enjoyed the moment, reveled in it and not fretted so much over it. A
kind stranger, made a new memory for me. One, I will always treasure for the lessons it taught me. In the days that followed these
experiences... my mom and I have done a number of different things, in our own
way,... to PAY IT FORWARD to others, hoping to bring a smile to someone else's
face. I wanted to share this story with
you and say that RANDOM ACTS of KINDNESS, big or small, can change a person's
life. Find a way in your heart, to PASS it ON. PAY IT FORWARD. Alaska