I was out of town for about a week and didn’t get to my usual Tuesday blog. I missed it, but now that I have time to get down to business again, I can’t think of much to say. I spent the time with my daughter, Staci. She and I hit the road for Boise, Idaho. The sun always shines in Boise, did you know that? It was great to be there and catch up with our dear old friends and meet a very special new one; a sweet little two month old baby girl named Lottie. We spent every minute together, shopping all day every day, fixing dinners together and toting baby Lottie with us everywhere we went. Four sets of loving hands made it pretty easy on new momma, Kelsy. As Kathy and I followed behind our daughters, my Staci snuggling the newborn daughter of her best friend tenderly in her arms, we found it hard to hold back tears. Wasn’t it just yesterday our two girls were in fourth grade, silly little girls having the time of their lives. How is it that they are married women now, and one with a daughter of her own? Time…
Month: May 2013
Who’s Business is it Anyway?
When it comes right down to it, the only business we should be in is our own. Every time we decide to get into someone else’s business, we create a problem, more for ourselves than for anyone else. Why do we do that? It serves no purpose but to frustrate both parties. The way I see it is there are three kinds of business in the world; my business, God’s business, and everyone else’s business. Problems and frustrations arise when we intrude where we don’t belong. If you don’t agree with me, try it out. For example, I made it my business to insist on greeting my neighbor even though he has never wanted any kind of a greeting from me. When I finally realized I was intruding in his business, the business of keeping quietly to oneself, I quit and was left without the disappointment of believing I have an unfriendly neighbor, without the perceived insult of being snubbed, without any anxiety over my not being able to win him over to the friendly side of life. I am actually happy to see him now and make no attempt to greet him. He is visibly more relaxed and spends…
A Touch of Pink
A woman I know awaited the arrival of her daughter on the wings of cotton candy dreams. Being the only female in the household was soon coming to an end! Her husband could hardly wait, yet their three sons were unsure of how they felt about it, how a little girl in the pack would change things. Were they ready to be big brothers and just exactly what did that mean? This woman recalls the thrill she felt having the nursery painted pink. She hung pink blinds and valances in the windows and pink dresses in the closet. Pink, pink, pink! It was all about the femininity this child would lend to her mother’s life. She looked forward to the days when she and “Felicity” or “Tiffany” or whoever she was, would go shopping for pink little panties with lacey back sides and anklets trimmed in eyelet. She could hardly wait to buy her delicate daughter a rosy cheeked baby doll. As it turned out, pink just wasn’t in the picture for her little girl and the boys didn’t need to adjust at all. This beautiful baby girl grew up to be a robust tom-boy. She could out bat, out…
The “Good Place”
I had my “annual” physical last week although it has been three years since I stepped through the clinic door. My doctor apologized for whatever it is that keeps me away for so long, but it’s really nothing to do with anyone but me. I just don’t like being poked and prodded I guess. The end result was as good as a person can hope for; all labs within range, blood-pressure low and cholesterol right where it should be. On the way out the door, my doctor smiled and said, “You’re obviously in a good place in your life right now. I hope it continues.” I hope it does, too! A few days later I was talking with a neighbor and the conversation ended with her saying, “Your life is good right now, isn’t it? It shows.” Life is good right now, even as I approach my fifty ninth birthday. I’m not nearly as freaked out about age as I used to be. When I turned forty I could hardly get out of bed I was so bummed. Looking back, it’s hard to imagine being so ridiculous. Age, I agree, is truly a state of mind. Of course, there…