Hello Washer, Is That You?

My husband and I have been in the market for a few appliances. We recently bought a water softener and we’re looking around for a new washer and dryer set. What we are finding is that there is quite a premium on appliances with features that we don’t want or need. It may be an age thing, but we don’t feel the need to communicate with our appliances, remotely from our phones. At all.

When the water softener salesperson came over, the final price came in freakishly high, somewhere around $6000. When we scoffed, he said, “Wait, wait, I may be able to bring the price down. Do you need the Wi-fi option?” Uh, no. All that I want my water softener to do, is to do its job of bringing Florida’s ridiculously hard water (We’re talking chunks of brick. Our regular water here feels like some of the beach is being hosed into the house. On a positive note, it is good for exfoliation.) down to something I actually want to drink and to bathe my body in. I don’t even want to have to remember that my water softener exists, let alone communicate with it, on my phone. My husband would ideally like to chuck his cell phone all together, so no, we don’t need the Wi-fi option. Great, because that brought the price down by half.

A sweet young worker (the smart reader, see previous blog), working on renovations here this week, excitedly espoused about the washer and dryer that he and his girlfriend just bought. He grabbed his phone, told Siri to launch the washer app and showed me how he could turn his washer on, from his phone. Hmmmm, when I’m away from my home, it’s by design. I’m escaping my chores. I don’t want to think about my chores at home. That is why I leave my home, from time to time. Escape. Further, I’m not good at turning things on and off, on my phone. I have trouble getting my phone’s flashlight to turn off, when I accidentally turn it on, somehow. I can only imagine the fiasco of me not being able to get my washer to turn off remotely and having to race home from my “Escape from Home”, to deal with the situation manually, which is all that I want to do in the first place.

I never wanted to become an old curmudgeon. When I was younger, I told myself that I would always remain hip and up with the times. Ha! Those are the things you tell yourself, when you are young. I remember my grandfather exclaiming loudly that he would hang up on us, and hard, if he ever heard an answering machine on the other line. When garage door openers first came out, my parents called them the “epitome of lazy.” Of course my grandfather got an answering machine and who doesn’t have a garage door opener these days? So, probably within a few years my water softener and my washer/dryer will be on my phone’s Contacts list. We may even have a Home Appliance group chat with each other. Never say never.

Where Did I Come From?

I had to clean out a closet yesterday in preparation for more renovations. I was dreading it. It was one of those deep closets that I wasn’t sure what I was going to find beyond what had been stuffed up in front, holding the avalanche of rest of the stuff, at bay. It was actually like going through a time capsule of our family’s lives. I found a darling picture of my soon-to-be high school graduate riding his tyke-sized John Deere tractor around. (brought a tear to my eye) I found a collage of pictures made for us by friends when we had to move from our previous home, from our previous state, from our previous lives. (brought several tears to my eyes, mostly nostalgia for our friends and a different era, but also nostalgia for my younger face and body) I also found our paperback copy of “Where Did I Come From?” (this one just brought a chuckle to my heart)

“Where Did I Come From?” is a most user-friendly, easy-to-read, straight-forward, clinical, yet cartoon-ish book that explains “the birds and the bees” to your kids. It was published in 1973 and this book is how I got my knowledge about the “birds and the bees” from my mom. I couldn’t find a better way to go about “home-schooling” human sexuality, so I kept the family tradition up. Basically, all you have to do is hand the interesting, curious book to your kid, let them read it, ask a couple of probing questions to make sure that they have actually read the book and then ask them if they have any further questions. The only question one of my sons had after finishing the book was, “Ugh, is there any OTHER way?” Keep in mind that he was probably in the 4th or 5th grade.

My kids were always a couple of years older than most of my friends’ kids (we got an early start), so when the time became necessary, I lent the book out quite often. I think that this particular copy of “Where Did I Come From?” taught most of our play group, the neighborhood pool club kids, and even perhaps most of our local elementary school all about human reproduction (in an age appropriate manner, with parental supervision, of course). In retrospect, I should have had everyone sign it, on a specialized book plate, after they had read it. It would probably have made this copy even more valuable and interesting. I threw away a lot of clutter yesterday, but I couldn’t come around to tossing out this funny little book. It might come in handy to give to my kids, when they have kids who are starting to question certain things. Family traditions are precious and amusing and usually have good stories from whence they came.

Lions and Tigers and Bears, oh my!

So, I have been in a “funk” for the last few days. There isn’t any one particular reason for my funk, just a bunch of petty grievances, nostalgic feelings regarding my kids growing up, aggravations with the renovation process that we have going on in our house, letting myself be brought down by sad news stories and a busy schedule, etc. etc. Yesterday, my funk reached its crescendo point. At that point, I had let all of my molehills turn into mountains and I was feeling very lowly. Now two things have happened that have jarred me out of my funk and I can feel that my switch has been flipped (luckily, I don’t have clinical funk and my heart goes out to you who do have to deal with that very real pain). The first thing that happened to help me get back to my happy place, is that, while I was spiraling with what many people now call “first world problems”, my friend texted our group chat requesting prayers for a family who she works with. Let’s just say that this family has real problems, severe problems, life or death problems,” just getting by” problems, severely ill child problems, overwhelming problems. Let’s just say that my perspective changed really quickly. Of course, I let the perspective change then spiral me into a guilt funk, where another friend reminded me of my own words, “Just because someone is having a heart attack, doesn’t mean that your broken toe doesn’t hurt.” Still, I was letting my broken toe turn into a gangrenous, oozing wound that I wasn’t working on healing.

So the number one thing that helped me flip my switch was a perspective change that caused me to count my very many blessings. The second thing that helped me, is that I really don’t like feeling bad. It’s not my natural state. I started getting really sick of feeling down. So, I started looking for healthy ways to get “out of my head.” If you are a regular reader, you know that I love animals. So, as I was perusing the amazing Twitter site Nature’s Lovers (talk about a “healthy upper” – you MUST check this website out!), I saw a video of a full grown cheetah kneading on a full grown tiger. Both big cats seemed to be enjoying the process. I honestly couldn’t believe my eyes. I didn’t think that it was safe to house two different animal species in the same enclosure (particularly large predators), so I decided to do some research. The truth is, that animals in the wild rarely choose to live and bond with other wild animals species (although there have been isolated cases), but apparently in captivity this practice is much more common, particularly if the animals bonded when they were still babies. The most interesting case of this phenomenon is the “BLT” case in an animal sanctuary in Georgia, called Noah’s Ark. There, for many years, until the sad recent natural deaths of two members of the “BLT” crew, a full grown male lion, a full grown male tiger and a full grown male brown bear lived together, peacefully and happily, as brothers. In fact, when the sanctuary tried to separate them for fears that they would start fighting, they all cried incessantly for each other. You see, they were held captive in a drug dealer’s basement when they were young and they bonded fiercely to each other. When the police raided the drug den, they found the animals, malnourished, mistreated and ill, but they since blossomed after getting good care, and became a favorite attraction at the sanctuary. Right now, Baloo the Bear, is the only living member of BLT, but they say that he is thriving. (on an offside, if you were wondering like I did, the reason why Leo, the lion didn’t have a mane, is that he was neutered at a very young age) It’s feel-good stories like this, that I like to fill my head and my heart with, when my mind keeps trying to stay in a negative spin cycle.

Changing my perspective, remembering that my blessings far outweigh any of my grievances and looking for the good, miraculous stories out there (and there are A LOT of them), made my funk fade away.

“What consumes your mind, controls your life.” -Bryce Lewis

“I refuse to entertain negativity. Life is too big and too short to get caught up in empty drama.” – Bryce Lewis

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You Have to Zoom Out

Over the weekend, my eldest son purchased his first “adult car”. The experience is what any of us who have been to that rodeo a few times would expect. It was tedious, painful, long, boring, and on the shady side. My son didn’t get his fair, bottom line price until my husband insisted that they were leaving the dealership without buying a car. Even then, the haggling didn’t stop. The sales people desperately wanted my son to get his financing through the dealership, even though my son already had good, fair financing procured and he did not want to change it. My son prevailed, but the final paperwork took so long that he had to go back to the dealership the next day to finish signing papers. This was not a fly-by-night car dealer. This was a large dealership of a major American brand of cars. How sad! Had the managers of the dealership had good long-term vision, they would have seen an opportunity to make a successful young man, a brand loyalist for life, by making his first-time car buying experience fair, painless and easy. That chance was squandered over ridiculous, short-term, aggravating bargaining and by constantly trying to up-charge a vulnerable young consumer.

Also over the weekend, I was eavesdropping at my nail salon. (those of you who are my regular readers know that I do that – shame on me.) Anyway, one woman was telling another woman that after getting hassled over a $5 return at her local Walmart, she stopped going there for ten years. This was a woman who had five children. Walmart lost out on probably thousands of dollars of business over a $5 return. When I told this story to my husband, he reminded me that we have essentially done the same thing with Best Buy because they did not honor a computer warranty, on a stupid technicality. We have four kids. We have bought a lot of tech items since that incident many years ago, and not one of those expensive items was purchased from Best Buy.

It’s amazing that just like retailers, we can get stuck on the small stuff, losing sight of the bigger picture. We build small aggravations up to the point that they balloon out and block our vision of the bigger journey ahead. Perspective can so easily be lost and unfortunately, the cost is sometimes great. With everything that upsets me in life, I try to ask the question, “Is this a hill worth dying on?” Sometimes, the answer is yes, but at least it is a thought-out response with the long-term consequences being considered, and not a knee-jerk reaction that has soon passed, with costly ramifications that cannot be repaired.

“Life is about perspective and how you look at something… ultimately, you have to zoom out.” – Whitney Wolfe Herd

Luck and Pain

Happy St. Patrick’s Day! My husband and I had our DNA tested and I found out that at the very least, I have 12% Irish in me. That was news to me! I am happy and proud to have a little bit of the luck of the Irish swimming around in my blood. Here’s an Irish blessing that I am sending to all who read this today:

“May the most you wish for be the least you get.”

On a more somber note, yesterday, I ran into a very nice, respectful, smart young man who was friends and classmates with my middle son and played on the basketball team with my youngest son. I saw him at a local grocery/deli that I frequent. Unbeknownst to me, his family has owned that establishment (which makes the best subs that I have ever eaten) for over 20 years. As my sons’ friend waited on me, I caught up with him and he told me that he was working at his family’s store and going to a local college with hopes of continuing on to dentistry school. The young man’s mother came over to greet me, as well. I didn’t know her very well, but I always admired her from a distance, sitting in the basketball stands. She is a beautiful woman, with an amazing fashion sense and she always wears lovely accessories. One accessory she always wears is the khimar or hijab. Yesterday, the boy’s elegant mother wore a Burberry printed headscarf. She looked striking, as usual. She and I got to talking about the fact that we both have four children, both families having three sons and one daughter. We both gave each other sympathetic looks when we talked about how quickly our boys have grown up and moved on with their adult lives. At that moment, I started wondering if I should express my condolences to this Muslim family about the horrible tragedy in New Zealand. Should I say how sorry and sick I was for the violence those poor people suffered from the horrific shooting up of the two mosques? But then I checked myself. What if they expressed sympathy about the shootings of the Christian churches in Texas and Charleston to me? Wouldn’t that be like saying, so sorry that “your people” suffered violence? I am totally devastated whenever I hear of ANY senseless, murderous shooting, wherever it takes place, whether it be in a church, a synagogue, a mosque, a school, a train, a concert, in America, in Brazil, in any country! These horrible acts of hatred and violence are things that are a detriment to all of us in humanity. Most people who I know, and certainly all other mothers who I know, only want peace and love and tolerance and safety and opportunities for our children and for our families. We want the same for other people’s loved ones, as well. At that moment, had I known the boy’s mother better, perhaps the more correct response would have been to embrace her and to comfort her and to let her comfort me. At that moment, we would share an unsaid understanding together. That common understanding is that we are both loving, concerned mothers who pray in our own ways, for the very same thing – a safe, kind, harmonious, peaceful world for our precious children to thrive in.

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Driving Through The Gates

Today my eldest son is buying his first, “on his own, as an adult” car. This will be his first major purchase since obtaining a regular, “adult” paycheck. My grandmother generously gifted my son her car when he got his driver’s license. From then on, he drove that car or one of our cars or a rental car that his company gave to him to use, during a long training process. However, he just received a nice promotion and he needs his own car.

Who doesn’t remember their first adult car? Mine was a little red Miata convertible. My dad called it my “Barbie Car.” I lived in Pittsburgh at the time and it was perfect . . . in the summer. One winter, it was so snowy we had to dig through the snow to find it. The Miata was so tiny that it had been completely covered in snow. One time my sister was driving it and she got it stuck. Four guys from the local high school football team were able to lift it up and out of the rut that it got stuck in. I’ll never forget that precious, little car. My aunt and I were discussing her first car which was probably the inspiration for my Miata. My aunt was the hip, glamorous career lady in my childhood who took my sister and I to our first concert and bought my sister and I our first private telephones for our bedrooms, among other special, fun treats. She drove a teeny Karmann Ghia convertible. My aunt would let my sister and I sit up in the back of it and do the “queen wave” to our imaginary crowds of adoring fans. The Karmann Ghia didn’t have a working heater, but the woolly blankets made for a cozy ride in that adorable car!

Your first adult car is just another rite of passage into the adult world. My husband is with my son right now. He is relegated to the “I’ve got your back” position, just to make sure that no one unsavory tries to take advantage of someone new to the car buying experience. He is trying to balance his take-charge, fatherly side with the wisdom to allow my son the independence to take the lead. There is such a mix of emotions when your children go through the gates of adulthood. There is nostalgia, excitement, pride, astonishment, a little bit of worry and a lot of hope. My biggest hope is that this car takes him safely and gently through this first leg of his adulthood journey. Just as I’m sure that he’ll never forget so many of the “firsts” in his adult life, I know that he’ll never forget this car. May it be a special one, because my son is so special to me.

It’s Friday, Dog Gone It!

This was my wake-up call this morning. This is why I love Fridays! For new readers, the adorable lab on the left is Ralphie and the beautiful collie on the right is Josie. They are my fur babies, as my four babies are growing up and leaving me. ๐Ÿ˜‰ There are a few funny fur baby stories in my blog. Search up their names and you’ll find the fun posts. New readers, I don’t probe the depths of my mind, heart and soul on Fridays. I keep it light and airy and list three favorite items that have added fun and delight to my life, therefore I call it Favorite Things Friday. Please check out previous Friday posts for other favorites and readers, please, please share your favorites in the comments. Nobody bites here. My readers are all really cool (like me ๐Ÿ˜‰ )! Plus, as I’ve told some friends, I’m running out of favorites. Here we go:

No 7 Laboratories Line Correcting Booster Serum – Damn, I really like this stuff! A woman working at Walgreens used her male manager as an example and took some before and after pictures, after about 3 weeks of him using it. After seeing those pictures, I bought two tubes. I have really big smile lines. I like to think this is because I laugh a lot, but they look like parentheses and parentheses in bold, when I just have a blank stare on my face. I have noticed a definite reduction in these lines since using this serum. The great thing about this stuff is that it won’t break the bank (find it at Walgreens and Target), a little goes a long way and it looks scientific.

Mateo’s Gourmet Salsa (medium) – I love Mexican food! I love spicy food! I have been known to drink salsa that I like. Mateo’s is my favorite all-time, holy grail salsa. It’s not too chunky. It has just the right amount of spice, and you can buy it in bulk at Costco. What more do you want in a salsa?? Ole!!

Sprayway Glass Cleaner – This is an aerosol glass cleaner that works amazingly well, but that is not why I love it. I actually wish that it weren’t an aerosol, but I have done my research to see that aerosols have been regulated in the U.S. to stop their ozone depleting properties. Still, the reason why I love this stuff is that it smells fabulous! (and you regular readers know that the way to my heart is through my smeller) We have a glass top table in our kitchen that is always full of fingerprints, food residue and dog nose smudges. Sprayway takes this all away in one swoop, keeping the glass clear and mama’s nose in Heaven!

Have a great weekend! Thanks as always for your wonderful support!!

“I’m going to need Friday off for a reason I’ll think of by Monday.” – someecards

Too Many Friends

“A lot of people are going to dislike you, for reasons valid and not. A whole lot of people. This seems like it should be upsetting. What it really is, is freeing.” – 30secondtherapy (Twitter)

My eldest son once called us excitedly to tell us that he had gotten a bid to join a fraternity. The next day he called us, even more excited, to tell us that he had decided not to accept the bid. He explained that he had spent so much time trying to impress everyone, that when he finally got some breathing time to look around, he realized that he didn’t particularly like or relate to, more than half of the people in the fraternity.

I remember a good college friend of mine lamenting about a woman who wouldn’t stop trying to be her friend, almost to the point of stalking her. Our college friend told a group of us that there wasn’t anything particularly unlikable about the woman, it’s just that my friend already had “too many f-ing friends.” (in her words)

Relationships are work. They take time, effort, money and emotion. Sometimes we just get spread too thin and we have to pick and choose. Sometimes are choices are rational and sometimes they are not. I never had nannies for my children, but had I picked a nanny, I would never have picked a pretty one. That is about my own insecurities, I understand, but it is the truth. The pretty nanny I would not have picked, might have felt rejected and not understood why. I would never have said, “Well, you’re too pretty,” but that would have been the truth. If we had nannies, they all would have had to look like Mrs. Doubtfire.

The point I am trying to make is the one above made by 30secondtherapy. One of my all-time favorite spiritual teachers/authors, Anthony de Mello had this to say:


“If you wish to understand this, think of a little child that is given a taste for drugs. As the drug penetrates the body of the child, it becomes addicted and its whole being cries out for the drug. To be without the drug is so unbearable a torment that it seems preferable to die. Now this is exactly what society did to you when you were a child. You were not allowed to enjoy the solid, nutritious food of life: work and play and the company of people and the pleasures of the senses and the mind. You were given a taste for the drug called Approval, Appreciation, Attention, the drug called Success, Prestige, Power. Havingโ€
โ€• Anthony de Mello, The Way to Love

Anthony de Mello says if we drop the need for approval, appreciation and attention from other people, who may or may not like us, for very rational or irrational reasons, we can just live our lives in peace and appreciation of all of the pleasures that life does has to offer. And at the same time, we allow others to do the same. As the 30secondtherapy quote points out, this is a very freeing way to go about our lives.

“If you try to please all, you please none.” – Aesop

“Care about what other people think and you will always be their prisoner.” – Lao Tzu

“You wouldn’t worry so much of what others think of you, if you realized how seldom they do.” – Eleanor Roosevelt

Ego or Life?

I found the story about the college-entrance scheme that broke yesterday implicating wealthy parents who were basically bribing their children’s entrance into college, absolutely fascinating. As a mother of three college-aged children and one almost there, it made me reflect on how much our own egos are tied up into our children’s accomplishments, often to their detriment, even when the original motivation, is for our children’s best interests. The problem is that sometimes we lose sight of the difference between what is in our children’s best interests and what is our own competitive, egoistic vision of their best interests. Greedy, calculating people are fully aware of this enormous parental ego machine and big, profitable businesses have bloomed because of it.

I’ll never forget when one of my sons played little league baseball when he was about eight years old. Several little boys on the team, already had separate pitching and hitting coaches. My husband, who had been a college athlete, asked me at that time, “Do these parents realize that most of these kids won’t even make their high school baseball teams?” Yet, travel teams for kids’ sports has become the way. If a child doesn’t play on a travel team, he or she is unlikely to make their high school teams and many travel teams dissuade kids for playing on their high school teams anyway, as they see it as a disturbance to their travel team play and not high caliber enough. Of course, travel teams cost in the thousands to play, not including all of the travel costs, sometimes with teams going out of the country to play. Kids are pushed to such a degree, that several of them have had medical procedures and operations, once only known to professional athletes, who have played their sport for decades. I know all of this first hand. I was a travel soccer mom for years and years. Several of my least flattering moments were on the sidelines of the games my kids played in.

Academics has become equally ridiculously challenging and competitive. I remember seeing many kids crying at various math and academic competitions as their parents angrily chastised them for mistakes made. When my eldest son graduated from high school there were more kids at the ceremony with accolades such as Magna Cum Laude, behind their names than not, a full reversal from when I was a kid. The pressure our children are under, is tremendous. When two achieving young men (one an Olympic swimming hopeful) in my middle son’s 10th grade class killed themselves, I decided to research what is often the cause of teenage suicide. I found out that in cities like Palo Alto where every parent wants their child to go to Stanford, one of the most prestigious, elite universities in our country and therefore almost impossible to get admitted to, teenage suicide is rampant. Authorities in Palo Alto had to install guards at the railroad crossings at night, because kids were committing suicide, in that style, at an alarming rate. We just lost Kelly Catlin, an Olympic cyclist and Stanford graduate student, to suicide. I cannot imagine the pressure she must have felt, that the only safety valve that she found able to relieve that pressure, was to take her own precious life.

We need to wake up as parents. We need to stop seeing our children as extensions of ourselves and instead help to nurture who they are meant to become, not who we want them to become. My friend who works for a large home remodeling association, often complains about the shortage of skilled labor in the market. Not everyone is meant to go to college and many people can make a very nice, comfortable, fulfilling living using their hands to create, and to fix things that are broken. I think a big problem of today’s parenting style, is that we have orchestrated so much of our children’s lives (all in the spirit of misguided love and “keeping up with the Joneses”) that our children themselves, don’t really know who they are, what their real passions are, and what they want out of life. It’s sad.

The ego itself is not a bad thing. We all have an ego and that is what keeps us alive and moving and motivated and inspired to keep ourselves safe. It is that lack of awareness about our own egos that makes things run a muck and allows evil people and entities to take advantage of our fragile egos. When we are aware of what motivates us, we keep ourselves in check. Most of us love our children beyond life itself, so we want to always be sure that what we are doing for our children is truly motivated by our love and guidance for them, to find their own inner potential, strengths and interests. We don’t want our motivations for our kids to come from our egoistic, narcissistic aspects, that in the end will only bring more harm than good, not just for them and for us, but also for society as a whole. When people bloom into what truly excites and motivates them, when people truly live and breathe their own passions, not for the accolades, but for the passion itself, we all benefit. I think that is what is meant by the idea that we are all One. In the end, we all have learned about a handful of the same few historic figures over the years, who have helped shaped our lives as we know it. Most of us aren’t going to be in that handful and I venture to say that what we have learned about those few stand-out historic figures, may not even be the truth, but just skewed stories from other people’s and other time’s perspectives. None of us are going to leave this world with anything, not even with our bodies. However, the innovations, the state of the natural environment, the governments, the religions, the businesses, the arts, the relationship styles etc. is what makes us One. These elements of life are our legacy and all of these elements of life are best when the individuals who make them up, are at their most authentic best. Our job as parents is to be gentle guides and nurturers, so that this Life that we are living and creating together, becomes the fulfillment of the beautiful One that it is meant to be.

There Are Two Sides of the Brain

As I’ve mentioned, we have some bathroom/laundry renovations going on at our home right now. A very nice young man is supervising the project and he seems to be doing a lot of the woodwork, many times solo. When the project first started and there were a few men here, I heard the soft sounds of country music in the background. However, as it became time for the woodwork and it was solo time for the young man, I didn’t hear any music being played. I heard a woman speaking with a prim, crisp British accent. Curious, as I am a naturally curious person, I found myself wandering over to the corner of the house where they are working, under the guise of offering refreshments, honestly, to see what the woman’s voice was all about.

From what I could tell, it became obvious to me that the young man was listening to recorded books as he did the work on our house. I was so admittedly, pleasantly surprised. I have three “young men” sons myself, and honestly, I think that they would be listening to rap music (or sometimes zany podcasts), if they were in this young man’s shoes. It was also a self-awareness moment for me. I already had preconceived notions of what young men listen to, what they are interested in and maybe even a little bit of “if you are a tactile person with talents like woodworking, you aren’t a cerebral person who likes books.” Damn, this self-awareness movement has me looking at myself in a whole new light and sometimes, it ain’t pretty!

Here’s the best part. The curious part of me who doesn’t have a great filter, couldn’t leave it at that – I had to know for sure that he was listening to recorded books, I was curious about what book he was listening to and I was little disconcerted that he sometimes goes outside to cut wood and the English woman reading the book is still prattling on. Doesn’t he get confused and miss some of the good parts? Maybe he just gets lonely and likes to hear a voice in the background as he works?!?

So, one morning, while I probably hadn’t even pulled a comb through my hair yet (think bedhead), I just couldn’t help myself.

“Excuse me, I have a personal question for you . . . ” I said.

At this juncture, the young woodworker looked up at me in horror. Reflecting back, I wonder if he was thinking, “Oh gross! Another desperate, middle-aged housewife!” He had a very concerned, guarded look on his face. In retrospect, the curious part of me wonders if the renovation company trains these young woodworkers and plumbers on how to stave off advances (kind of like they do for young NBA players). It’s quite possible.

“Are you listening to recorded books while you work?” I asked quickly and furtively.

The young man still looked a little disturbed but relieved at the same time. This started a conversation between us about what book he was currently listening to and what his favorite genre of reading is (sci-fi/fantasy). It turns out that he is listening to Game of Thrones. I love the TV series of Game of Thrones, but he told me that they leave so much out in the TV remake and as always, the books are so much better. As for being concerned about missing sections, he told me that he has already read a lot of the books (over 700 pages each) and he has seen the show, so he can fill in a lot of the dots, when he misses a few pages being read. We, as two lovers of literature, had a really great conversation before he reminded me that he had to get back to work.

โ€œThe reality of life is that your perceptions โ€“ right or wrong โ€“ influence everything else you do. When you get a proper perspective of your perceptions, you may be surprised how many other things fall into place.โ€ Roger Birkman

I am so grateful that my curiosity usually overtakes my perceptions! I learn about life and those who live it, that way. And often reality is a hell of a lot more interesting than my perception of it. Isn’t that grand?