Sunday, October 26, 2014

I Hearted Roger

This is a picture of one of my favorite albums from when I was a teenager. I had quite an eclectic collection of albums - from Roger Williams to Three Dog Night to Chicago to Julie Andrews. I would also go to my grandmother's house so I could listen to her multi-record set from the Reader's Digest collection. I'm pretty sure I was the only teenager who even knew what the Reader's Digest record collection was.

This record was in my regular record rotation. I thought Roger was the absolute best. He played piano like I knew I never would, and he played songs that were popular (to me anyway) and not from the classical era (which was one of the issues I was having with my piano teacher - her love of the classical and my preference for playing anything else). And yes, my sister seems to remember that whenever Roger came on the television (I think maybe on the Jackie Gleason Show), I would kiss the television. I probably did - I really liked him.

Anyhow, the point of all this is that during this time of year, as I watch the leaves turn colors and fall to the ground, the first thing that comes to my mind is the song "Autumn Leaves." I'll hear it in my head and hum it and sing (in my head) the lyrics (or at least what I think and remember are the lyrics). Even sitting in absolute quiet, I can hear Roger play this song and the tinkling sounds as he touched the piano keys to make it sound just like falling leaves. Hearing that song is just a part of the fall season for me. It's a reminder of a simpler time when a guy played the piano and made me smile. It's fall and it feels like home.
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Today was a gift because: taking KB to the airport in the dark; Cracker Barrel breakfast with Steve and Phil; Steve's burgers on the grill for dinner; pictures from MB at Legoland and the MK

Saturday, October 25, 2014

Walk Away

The other night Everley and Lindley spent the night at our house. The next morning we had breakfast, got dressed, got hair brushed (Everley got pony tails and bows and Lindley got five headbands), and went off to school. Upon arrival, we had to decide who was going to whose room first. Needless to say, the wrong decision was made and the good life ceased to exist.

Here's how it went down: Lindley suggested that we take Everley to her room first (which was my choice, since it would be easier to drop her off than keep watch while I checked Lindley into her class). However, Everley took issue - GREAT ISSUE - with that decision and promptly began to express her opinion on the matter, namely wailing that she did not want to be first.

Lindley decided rather wisely that going to her room first would be better than witnessing the meltdown in the hall. Once the change of plans was announced, Everley's frown turned upside down and the sun came out from behind the clouds and started shining again.

That is until after we had deposited Lindley and we ended up in Everley's room, or as she had decided it had become - The Doom Room of Horror. In other words, there was no amount of cajoling or talking or bargaining that would convince Everley that today was going to be just like all the other days of school where she had fun. No, she was convinced that if she were forced to stay at school, her life was probably going to end. And with that in mind, she proceeded to scream and yell and wrap her arms and legs around my leg, protesting my leaving and her staying.

And so, having raised three of my own children and spending countless hours in various childcare situations for the past bazillion years, I knew what I had to do. I had to tell her goodbye and walk out the door. And as I listened to her pitch a fit as I walked down the hall, I knew she was in good hands and was going to have to stay - any other action would have made it even worse. As it turned out, although it was not her best day at school, she did indeed survive the day without losing life or limb.

So today's lesson was to learn to walk away when one needs to. To walk away from a situation in which staying around makes things worse. Like to walk away from the chocolate pie or sitting on my rear watching the "Law and Order" marathon on television. Maybe I understand Everley better than I think - guess who's kicking and screaming trying to walk away from those things!
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Today is a gift because: Steve and Phil's safe trip home from the game; Lindley and Everley time; MSU wins again!!!

Friday, October 24, 2014

Nosing Around Online

I'll admit it - I love a good story.  I prefer real-life stories because I find them worthy of touching my heart. So the question for today is - where is the line between nosy and getting in someone else's business versus concerned about someone else's welfare, when it comes to people you don't know?

Here's the situation.  I am a Facebook stalker (I think I've already covered that). I'll be perusing my Facebook, and I'll see where a friend has liked or commented on somebody's page that I don't know. So then I just scoot over to that page (if it's open for anybody to read) and catch up on this new stranger's situation. And if I really enjoy that stranger's situation, I'll bookmark it and keep going back to it.

However, I do not know these people personally or directly. Many of them have relatives with medical issues, and I return to read to see if they've gotten better - or not. And it's not just with Facebook - I do the same if someone references somebody's blog. I read as if it's a news story or a chapter book. I often pray for the person, sometimes because I feel guilty about cyber-peeping, but mostly because his or her story does indeed touch my heart.

The difficult decision is when a Facebook page suddenly goes to "closed." Then I have to decide if I'm going to "join" the group or not. Join a stranger's group, someone who doesn't know me in the least, who wants to join their page so she can read more about them.

I don't know if it's concern that I feel for these people, or if I am simply enjoying their story. I feel a tad bit guilty, but I feel antsy not knowing if the person came through the surgery, or is breathing without a tube, or can feel their legs again.

So I have to wonder if I'm just being a nosy voyeur or not. On the other hand though, if it allows me to feel compassion and then pray for another person in need, is that maybe why I was led to that person in the first place?
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Today is a gift because: I got Everley and Lindley dressed, fed, and to day care; bloodletting at the Red Cross; 

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Throw Back Thursday - I Think Maribeth Threw This Dress Back ...

I think there's a time when you stop dressing your daughters in look-alike clothing.
And I'm pretty sure this was that point.
Oh well, at least Sam was dang proud of his tie ...
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Today is a gift because: taking Everley to school; slarty with Everley and Lindley; David playing with Everley and Lindley

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Politeness Gone Awry

Because I am generally a nice person, and a Southerner born and bred, I try to be polite.  I try to remember to say please and thank you and will add a "sir" or "ma'am" when appropriate.  And by appropriate I mean most of the time, no matter the age of the recipient. However, lately I have been missing a step - which would determining the gender of the person to whom I am speaking.

Granted, these faux pas have occurred when I was speaking in the order box of an eating establishment or a telephone conversation involving a possible service situation. What has been happening is that the conversation is moving, and a point arrives when I need to express my gratitude, which I do, complete with a gender-specific salutation. And then I arrive at the pick-up window or my current telephone companion dispenses with a name, and I have found out that I used the wrong gender-specific salutation.

In other words, I said, "Thank you ma'am," and drove up to find James handing me my Egg McMuffin. Or I said, "Yessir," and Brenda said, "You're welcome. My name is Brenda."

So, now I am faced with yet another dilemma. Do I continue my politeness and possibly offend the sexuality of a person? Or find new ways of being polite like, "Thank you pal," or "Yes, kind person." Or maybe I should just ask up front, "Are you male or female," like they do when I order a Happy Meal for Lindley or Everley.

I don't know either - maybe I'll just use the tried and true Southern affectionate nicknames as in "Thank you honey" or "Yes sweetie pie." I just got to use my manners, y'all!!
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Today is a gift because: Taking Everley to school; picking up Lindley and Lynnette at the airport; Lindley and Everley time