The Old and the New

Today I’m going to see people I haven’t seen in a very long time.  This includes adults and children.  The “children” are now teenagers who will tower over me and I’ll say the same dumb thing that was always said to me by middle-aged people when I was their age, “Oh my goodness!  The last time I saw you, you were only this big!”  I’ll put my hand at some arbitrary spot near to my waist and they will smile at me awkwardly, silently wondering how the hell they are supposed to respond to that statement.

The other adults and I will politely tell each other the opposite statement.  “Oh my goodness!  You haven’t changed one bit!”  We all know that’s a lie.  Someone recently told me that aging is like a toilet paper roll, the closer you get to the end of it, the faster it goes.  That is the truth.  Still, it will feel good to hug each other and know that even though we all have aged, the familiar essence of the core people we care about, is still nestled into those slightly older, worn for the wear packages, showing that we all have experienced all sorts of life, since we have seen each other last.

I’m expecting the kids to be the most changed, of course.  I’m really curious to talk to them individually.  When kids are little, you kind of lump them into a group and they like it that way; they are “the kids”.  At gatherings, kids would much prefer to be in little bands of their own company versus awkwardly staring at the adults leering down at them, comparing that particular child’s growth chart movement from the previous year.  My husband even noted recently that for years, he saw our four children, as more of one entity, “the kids.”  Now that our children are spreading out in all different directions, it’s easier to see their individuality and their unique qualities and tastes, more than it ever was before.

As for the adults, even though I haven’t see them in forever, I can already predict their actions, what they’ll say, and how they’ll laugh.  I am expecting these peoples’ certain idiosyncrasies to remind me of our shared history and familiarity.  Undoubtedly, they’ll be expecting my predictable behaviors, as well.  Sometimes, I wonder if this is really a fair way to approach it, though.  All parties involved, adults and children have gone through quite a bit of experience since we have seen each other last.  These experiences will certainly have molded and molted all of us, young and old.

Years ago, I copied this quote by Azar Nafisi, out of one of my son’s yearbooks.  It is a good one:

“You get a strange feeling when you are about to leave a place.  You will not only miss the people you love, but you will miss the person you are now, at this time and this place, because you will never be this way ever again.  But you are excited for the person you are swimming towards and look forward to the new you that awaits in the distance.”

It doesn’t matter, whatever the age we are, all of us are always swimming towards new versions of ourselves.  This will happen always, while we are still alive and breathing.  Perhaps I should approach the adults just as I plan to do with the kids, with wide-eyed curiosity, of who they are today and what effects their experiences have had on the persons they are still becoming.  Hopefully, they will approach me in the same way and it will be like getting to know new people, but with that familiar comfort of shared experiences long ago.

Artsy Fartsy

My daughter and I have attended a couple of Arts and Crafts fairs lately.  I have a love/hate relationship with these events.  I love the open air shopping, the excited anticipation I get on a quest for a unique find, and the unusually good homemade food and baked goods.  What I don’t like is that the people pleaser in me gets triggered like a lightning rod, at these fairs. I usually come home with at least one or two items that I don’t particularly like or want, only because I got trapped by “the puppy dog eyes” of a vendor who looked at me pleadingly,  the eyes begging me to like his or her art, and to show my approval with a purchase.

At the last fair we attended, I purchased two teeny, tiny, clay succulent planters.  They have little elfin faces painted on them, with pointed ears and dangling dragonfly earrings.  I have no idea where to put them yet.  I had to purchase  separate shepherd hooks from Amazon to hang them on, but I absolutely adore these little pots!  At this same fair, I also purchased a ring that is semi-tarnished, a little snug and looks like about 26 other rings that I have at home, all because I made the mistake of trying it on and engaging with the enthusiastic artist who crafted it.

I try not to make eye contact when I peruse Arts and Crafts fairs.  It is too similar to walking through an animal shelter.  So many of the artists sit at the top of their booths, with eager eyes and tails wagging.  Occasionally, you walk past a booth where the artist is sitting in the very back corner, reading a book or working on a miscellaneous craft and absolutely shows no interest in shoppers, whatsoever.  These are the booths that I get particularly suckered into buying things.  When a crafter acts like a damaged dog, who seems to have given up on life and people, I want to prove that people aren’t all bad, and I find myself acting extremely enthusiastic about something I don’t want at all, like colored sand art bottles or my name written on a mustard seed.

Like so many things in life, Arts and Crafts fairs teach you more about yourself than anything else.  I guess sometimes, I am projecting my own need for approval on to people who are selling their wares at Arts and Crafts fairs. While the artists are happy to publicly share their items with their community, and aren’t sad to make a few bucks in the process, most of them will probably continue to create their masterpieces for the pure love of the process of creating, regardless of the outcome of the fair.  Maybe the artists at the back corner of their booths, truthfully don’t even like being at the fairs.  Maybe they consider the selling of their goods, a necessary evil, in order to purchase more raw materials to continue doing what they truly love to do – bringing the innovations percolating in their minds, to physical life and form.

“The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls.” – Pablo Picasso

This Too Shall Pass

I’m running a little late again today.  Figure this to be the case for the rest of the week.  We have a lot of things planned for the holiday week.  But I will do my best to post every single day.  I haven’t missed yet. 🙂

When I was going through a tough time, I read something that I have held on to and that I will hold on to for the rest of my life.  Our consciousness (the peaceful part of us, connected to All, that just is aware and observes everything happening in our lives – not to be confused with our egos) can be described as the clear blue sky.  The negative things in life that happen are just clouds and the clouds always pass.  The blue sky remains Always.  The clouds can be dark and stormy and stay longer than we would like them to, but they always, always pass.  The clouds always pass.

“Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life.  The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with a prophetic ray.” – Lord Byron

American Picker

Hi Blog Fans!  Sorry I’m late with today’s post.  I hope that you weren’t worried about me.  Do you remember the Barbara Mandrell song, “I Was Country When Country Wasn’t Cool’?  Well, “I Was a Picker When Pickin’ Wasn’t Cool.”  I was out exploring a neighborhood garage sale today and it was great!  Over a decade ago, I had an eBay store that was mostly filled with my “pickins”.  I’ve always had a good eye for the rare and unusual and I love rummaging through stuff.

I don’t enjoy “vintage” sales as much as I used to, though.  There are too many other people in on the game now, due to shows like “Pawn Stars”, “Storage Wars” and “American Pickers”.  The scene gets a little vulture-like and it makes it hard to concentrate.  I never felt comfortable with estate sales for that reason.  It made me sad to act like a bunch of hyenas scouring someone’s whole house/whole life that they had to leave due to infirmity or passing on.  It always felt disrespectful to me.

You can tell a lot about people from garage sales and what they are selling.  I got intrigued to go to this particular sale because a “marquis” house in the neighborhood had been advertising the upcoming sale in their yard, for a few weeks.  Their house looks other-worldly, like it was dropped down from the sky from an exotic Asian jungle or South Africa, or something.  True to form, everything they had for sale looked like a cool ancient artifact or a prop from an Indiana Jones movie.

Garage sales allow you a real glimpse into a family’s life.  You can predict their ages, what their house decorations look like, how many kids they have and what sexes and ages the of kids are, what sports they are into and what they like to read.  You get an all-around idea about their tastes in life.  It’s like old-fashioned Pinterest.

Like I said, I haven’t been perusing the rummage sales and flea markets like I used to do.  I don’t have an eBay store any longer and I have more stuff than I know what to do with.  Still it was a very brisk morning for Florida (55 degrees), so it felt like a good day for a walk in the cold, clean air, chatting it up with local people and doing a little treasure hunting.  We Floridians are not used to the cold, so there was a lot of complaining, a lot of people looking for cheap sweaters and even some fires and space heaters set up.  So funny!

Anyway, this was a fun “blast from the past” morning for me.  It was nice to be outside exploring other people’s “insides” and getting ideas and feeling more connected to the people who live right around the corner.  Garage sales are like a tiny microcosm of people’s lives, so I consider it to be anthropological to explore them.  Or maybe, it’s just fun!

 

Cereal Killer

“I just stepped on a corn flake.  Now I’m officially a cereal killer.” – fb.com/MinionQuote

So, the above quote doesn’t necessarily “speak Friday”, but it’s pretty funny and funny “speaks Friday” in a big way!!  It’s FRIDAY!!!  Happy FRIDAY!!!  As seen on the internet, “Friday is the Welcome Wagon to the Weekend!”  This Friday is a great big old Welcome Wagon to a lot of people who have the holiday week off next week.  Enjoy your weekend! Have safe travels to your destinations and look forward to enjoying delicious food with the people you love this week!  Life is good!

New readers, Fridays we keep it surface level.  I discuss three favorite items/songs/apps, etc. that have worked out great for me.  Every Favorite Things Friday I encourage everyone (I see the stats, people. I know that you are out there!) to share the love and make recommendations of your own.

Here are mine:

Awkward Family Photos Calendar – My husband put this calendar in my stocking last Christmas.  It is hilarious.  I hope to see the 2019 version in my stocking this Christmas (hint, hint).  People send their craziest, funniest, most “what were they thinking??” family photographs to this company and they compile it into a daily, rip-off-the-page calendar.  It’s like the paper version of America’s Funniest Videos. It brings a chuckle to me every morning and makes me realize that everyone has a little kookiness in their lives!

Lifestyle Products Amethyst Crystal Water Bottle – I’m almost embarrassed to put this one on the list, but I do LOVE it!  It is a glass water bottle with a giant amethyst crystal poking through the bottle, so when you fill the bottle with water, the crystal is right in the middle of the water.  Disclaimer, I got mine on clearance because I thought it looked incredibly neat.  I’m pretty sure that I would never have paid full price for it, but I’m so happy to have it.  Some people believe that the amethyst positively “charges” the water.  It looks incredibly intriguing and it does make it easier for me to drink all that water that we are supposed to be drinking every day.  You can get these water bottles with all different kinds of crystals and the bottom holding the crystal screws off, so the bottle part is easy to clean.

Wordscapes – This is my new game/app addiction on my phone.  This is what I do when I am sitting on the couch with my guys while they’re watching sports.  This is also what I do in waiting rooms, standing in lines at the store, at long red lights (but try not to because I know that this is dangerous.  If any of my readers are police officers: I’m so sorry, officer.  It won’t happen again.), before I fall asleep, when I want to stop my mind from racing, and when I am feeling competitive because I am surprisingly, highly ranked in Wordscapes’ regular tournaments.  In short, I play it a lot.  If you like word games and “fill in the blank” type crosswords, this is the game for you.

“I understand what’s it like to work all week and on Friday night just want to go and leave your brain at the door, buy some popcorn and be thrilled by something.“
Don Cheadle

Go be thrilled!!!  It’s Friday!!  Love you, readers!!  Thank you!!!

She’s a Little Salty

“The cure for anything is salt water – sweat, tears or the sea.” – Isak Dinesen

I saw this quote recently and I giggled to myself.  I was remembering the many times that I went to my university’s health clinic back when I was in college.  It seemed that no matter what symptoms or malaise that I was complaining about at the time, I was always given the same cure:  a little brown bag filled with salt.  Thinking back, I hope my parents’ co-pays weren’t over-the-top expensive, when a container of Morton Salt would have sufficed as the remedy.

The statement has a lot of truth to it, though.  I once read that tears are God’s gift to us as release valves.  We hold back our tears like a dam until the dam overflows.  I think sometimes that we’re afraid that we’ll never stop crying, if we do start, but that is never the case.  We have a good cry, the dam level is brought way down, and we can breathe again.

Some people really understand the emotional, physical, and mental release of exercise and sweat.  The rest of my family are “those people.”  I’m a work in progress, in this regard.  However, I do find, particularly when I’m really angry, that there is no better release of all of that pent-up energy that an intense walk/run on a trail that goes on and on until the emotional equilibrium returns, and the trail then leads back to Home.

I’m fortunate enough to live near to the Gulf of Mexico.  There is no lighter, better feeling than buoyantly floating on the top of the water, feeling almost as light as air, with the sun kissing its rays on my face bringing me back to the present moment, like nothing else can do.  I think that there’s hardly a better way to find peace than sitting on the shore and watching the waves come in and go out, with their steady rhythm and smelling the salt air in the cool breeze.

Maybe life isn’t so complicated after all.  Maybe it all does come down to a little brown bag of salt.  Maybe that is a good visual for me to have, when I forget to release the tears, let go, sweat it out and then, just float . . . . .

Satisfaction Brought Her Back

I was all set to write about something else today and then I came upon this quote unexpectedly:

“Blessed are the curious for they shall have adventures.” – Lovelle Drachman

I’m admittedly a very curious person.  I hate getting into ruts.  This day and age is a wonderful time for us curious folk!  There is so much information to be had, just at the wink of an eye and a push of a button.  Yesterday, I got sidetracked into looking up information about the Kermode bear.  It is also known as the spirit bear.  It is a white bear, but not as white as a polar bear.  It lives in British Columbia.  I found myself curious because it has the same coloring as our dog, who is a Dudley labrador.  These gorgeous animals, Kermodes and Dudleys, have green eyes and pinkish-brown noses.

I also got sidetracked yesterday reading all about Stan Lee, the creator of Marvel comics.  Now I’m not much of a comic book fan, but my youngest son is and he was genuinely sad about Stan Lee’s passing.  I was delighted in the video footage I found of Stan and his wife of 70 years, Joan.  They were really cool people and completely devoted to each other.  From the video footage, I decided that they were both the type of people who you couldn’t help but to instantly like.

Luckily, due to my curiosity, I have met all sorts of interesting people.  I’m the kind of person who strangers tend to tell their life stories to and sometimes that annoys me, but mostly, I find it fascinating.  I have learned so much about people and about myself from being open to others’ points of view.

My curiosity has made me a wanderer.  Years ago, I took my kids on a nine state, 15 city road tour.  We ended up wandering through the horse farms near the Kentucky Derby on part of this trip.  Then my curiosity got the very best of me, and I decided to get out and actually see one of these majestic horses up close, on the farm.  No one yelled at us for trespassing and I will never forget the stallion that I gazed at.  This horse was so tall, majestic, muscular and other-worldly – one of the most beautiful animals that I have ever seen and I love animals!

I’m truly grateful to be a curious person.  I’ve tried a lot of different foods, read a lot of different books, have had a lot of interesting jobs, wandered into all of the different neighborhoods in all of the different cities that I have lived in, have had almost every kind of pet imaginable, and I have been blessed to have traveled to a lot of cool places in the world.  I find all religious and spiritual practices fascinating.  I am truly mesmerized by nature.  I am very thankful for my curiosity, and my open mind but also for my beautiful guardian angel who has kept me safe throughout my adventures.  She has worked over-time but we have had a lot of fun along the way!

“Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any other experience that reveals the human spirit.” – e. e. cummings

“Curiosity is the lust of the mind.” –  Thomas Hobbes

 

Housekeeping

First, I want to send my heart-filled prayers for the comfort of our friends in California.  May the horrors of the fires stop and may your recovery be quick.  I am so sorry for your loss and pain.  My family and I toured a great deal of California this summer and California is EVERYTHING that it is cracked up to be and more . . . . . a beautiful, beautiful natural state filled with very kind and gracious people.  My heart is with you.

Second, thank you, readers, so much for your support of my blog.  Writing gives me such individual satisfaction and sharing my writing and thoughts with you gives me a sense of purpose and excitement every single day.  I get giddy when it is time for me to write.  I love connecting with myself and others, in this form!

My writing process is this:  I wake up every morning and I do my morning rituals with my family.  Once everyone is out of the house or on to their own things (on the weekends and days off), I grab my cup of coffee and I excitedly turn on my computer and I start typing away.  I write “on a whim”, so to speak.  Most of my posts take me around 45 minutes to write.  I have a notebook where I jot ideas down throughout the day for future writings, but many times I don’t even consult my notebook.  I just seem to wake up and know what I want to write.

Today, I wanted to share my process with you because I am getting more and more blog subscribers and I am so happy about that – thank you for being willing to add to the clutter of your email account with another daily dose of me!  I will tell you though, subscribers, that you are getting the first edition, the first cut of my blog post which will probably go through several edits throughout the day.  I think that I did more than 50 revisions on one of my blog posts.  Seriously.

After I write my post, I read it around three times before I hit publish.  That’s when subscribers get it.  After it’s published, I send it to my editor-at-large (otherwise known as my detail-oriented husband) and he gives me feedback and lets me know what typos that he has found in the day’s entry, when he has time. (It’s amazing that even after me reading it over and over, typos are still to be found – almost every single day!)

As I go around doing other daily chores throughout the day, and I do some reading and researching, I invariably come back to my post and end up doing more editing and adding and rearranging, etc.  In short, those of you who are my subscribers are getting my first rough draft.  I hope that if you wish to revisit the post, you’ll come to the website and see more of “the finished product.”

That being said, writing is a process and it is fluid.  I’ve been known to change a post with a new sentence or a new thought, days after I have published it.  I consider this blog site my personal diary that I share with love, with my family, friends and cohorts who find it interesting.  It is not a well-tailored coat (obviously), but more of a well-worn quilt constantly being added on to, if that makes sense.

Bottom line, I’m not going to tell you how to read my blog.  I’m just grateful that you want to read it.  Just know that what you read in your in-box, may end up being a little bit different on the website.  If you are one that gets aggravated by typos (I admit that I do), you might prefer to read the blog on the website, later in the afternoon.

My husband shared this quote with me the other day that he saw on the bottom of someone’s email.  I love it and I’ll end with it:

“Be soft.  Do not let the world make you hard.  Do not let pain make you hate.  Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness.  Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place.” – Kurt Vonnegut

Respect the X

I am a Gen-Xer and I’m proud of that fact.  No one is too concerned about Gen X.  We are sandwiched in between two huge, loud, stereotyped, sometimes seemingly self-absorbed generations, those being the Baby Boomers and the Millennials.  Marketers and historians are much more interested in these two generations.  I was on a reunion trip with some college friends a couple of years ago.  A friend who works for a remodelers’ association was telling us what people were currently looking for in home features.  She listed the different things that the Boomers like and how that differed from what the Millennials want in their homes.

“So, what are they saying about what our generation wants?” we all asked her.

She looked uncomfortable and stated awkwardly, “They really haven’t studied us.”  In short, no one cares.

You know what, though?  I used to think of us Gen-Xers as cast-off victims.  We were never expected to amount to much, often being painted as aimless slackers when we were younger.  And that’s okay.  You know why?  When there are no expectations, you have a lot of freedom.  We Gen-Xers do things are own way, without the ropes of stereotypes.  I’d venture to say that we are probably the most individualistic generation because no one has bothered to paint their perceptions about us too much.  We have been defined, by more than one source, as independent, resourceful and self-sufficient.  Perhaps the blessings of those positive qualities come from being mostly ignored.

I like to think of us Gen-Xers as the tortoise versus the hare.  We’re not flashy, assuming, or entitled.  We fly under the radar, and we like it that way.  Have you ever watched a movie with a lot of dramatic, colorful characters going through all kinds of trials, and in that movie there is that one “Steady Eddie” character in the background?  That steady character that I’m talking about is the calm in the storm; the guy who rises above the fray, just quietly doing his thing and keeping the peace.  After you watch a movie like that and you think about all of the crazy antics of the high profile characters, you start really appreciating “the guy in the background doing his thing.”  In fact, sometimes you realize that “that unassuming guy” was actually your favorite character in the movie.  Today I give my respect to my fellow Gen-Xers.  Today, I think you guys are my favorite characters in this movie called Life.

 

A Very Important Day

Happy Veterans Day!  Thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone who has served and their family members, as well.  I am so grateful for the many freedoms that my family and I enjoy and cherish, because our great military has protected our beautiful, free country.  Thank you.  Thank you.  Thank you. I particularly want to send a proud shout-out to my father, my father-in-law and grandfathers (all three deceased), my sister-in-law, my uncle and my cousin for their selfless service to our country.  Thank you, truly.

“The soldier above all others prays for peace, for it is the soldier who must suffer and bear the deepest wounds and scars of war.” – Douglas MacArthur

“True heroism is remarkably sober, very undramatic. It is not the urge to surpass all others at whatever cost, but the urge to serve others at whatever cost.” – Arthur Ashe