Tomorrow is the first blank page of a 366 page book. Write a good one.
Brad Paisley
Cheers to a new year and another chance for us to get it right.
Oprah Winfrey
This is the time of the year to get rid of all unncessary things-- in your home, your body, mind, emotions--and start afresh.
Saddhguru Jago Vasudev
Be at war with your vices, at peace with your neighbors, and let every new year find you a better person.
Benjamin Franklin
Life is change. Growth is optional. Choose wisely.
Karen Kaiser Clark
All the best in 2020!
Thelma
Tuesday, December 31, 2019
Sunday, December 29, 2019
Looking Back; Looking Forward
Janus is the Roman god of doorways. The month of January is named for him. He looks backward and forward so he seems a good symbol for New Year's.
Looking back over my year:
Favorite movie: I didn't see many movies this year but I did enjoy "The Good Liar" with Helen Mirren.
Favorite books:
Non-fiction: Becoming by Michelle Obama
The Vanishing Hitchhiker (This is a book that explains various urban legends)
With the End in Mind
Fiction: The Nickel Boys
An American Marriage
Favorite sports event: The Astros Go to the World Series!
Least favorite: The Astros Lose the World Series!
Favorite purchase of the year: 2019 Lexus
Favorite play: To Kill a Mockingbird
Best trip: Had to cancel (again) my planned Canada trip so my only trip this year was to Atlanta and then on to New York. So, even though I got food poisoning one evening in New York, I enjoyed the short vacation...and I'm ahead of my sister in our on-going travel Scrabble tournament.
Family events: Gabriella is 21!
World events: 50th anniversary of the moon landing
Favorite trick my cat has learned: If I ask her if she wants me to rub her tummy, she will roll over on her back and purr.
Favorite new volunteer job: Facilitating a writing group at Angela's House, a residence for women transitioning from prison
Looking back over my year:
Favorite movie: I didn't see many movies this year but I did enjoy "The Good Liar" with Helen Mirren.
Favorite books:
Non-fiction: Becoming by Michelle Obama
The Vanishing Hitchhiker (This is a book that explains various urban legends)
With the End in Mind
Fiction: The Nickel Boys
An American Marriage
Favorite sports event: The Astros Go to the World Series!
Least favorite: The Astros Lose the World Series!
Favorite purchase of the year: 2019 Lexus
Favorite play: To Kill a Mockingbird
Best trip: Had to cancel (again) my planned Canada trip so my only trip this year was to Atlanta and then on to New York. So, even though I got food poisoning one evening in New York, I enjoyed the short vacation...and I'm ahead of my sister in our on-going travel Scrabble tournament.
Family events: Gabriella is 21!
World events: 50th anniversary of the moon landing
Favorite trick my cat has learned: If I ask her if she wants me to rub her tummy, she will roll over on her back and purr.
Favorite new volunteer job: Facilitating a writing group at Angela's House, a residence for women transitioning from prison
Looking Forward
I can't believe we're starting a new decade! I wish everyone a decade of peace, love and health in the 2020's. And may at least one of your wishes come true.
Monday, December 23, 2019
Holiday Rules for Widows, Widowers and Others Who are Grieving
Holidays can be tough, especially when you're grieving. My husband died in the fall of 2005 so this is my 14th holiday season without him. Along the way I've developed some helpful hints for those who have lost someone dear to them. See especially #9.
Thelma
Zirkelbach’s Top Eleven Rules
For Navigating the
Rough Seas of Widowhood,
Especially During the Holidays
11.` “Put
your own mask on first.” Take care of
yourself. Don’t put yourself at risk for
illness, so don’t skip your check-ups. mammogram, Don’t forget to take your medications. Exercise.
Eat properly.
2.
2. Don’t allow yourself to become the “reclusive
widow.” Women who socialize with other
women friends are among the healthiest females.
If your friends seem to be forgetting you, call them. And don’t forget your furry friends. They can be a great source of comfort.
33. Therapy: If you feel you need it, find a grief group
or seek individual counseling. The
purpose of a grief group should be to help you eventually come to terms with
your loss. If nothing else, use book therapy. There are loads of books on the widowhood
experience, on coping with grief, on advice for widows.
44 You’re
alone, so get a Life Alert button or other type of system that will call 911 in
an emergency and if you don’t have one, be sure to get an alarm system for your
home..
55. Gather
all your important papers together so that when your time comes, your surviving
spouse or children will be able to put their hands on them quickly. You may want to include advanced directives,
will, insurance policies, funeral plans, credit card information, passwords,
safe deposit key, IRA.
66. Have
“The Conversation.” Clarify how you want
your final days to go—palliative care, heroic treatment, hospice,
resuscitation. Do this with your spouse
while you are both alive and healthy.
Include your children and/or anyone else who might be involved in making
decisions for you.
77. You
don’t have to do everything at once.
Some things are urgent—probate, social security, etc. but you don’t have
to write all you thank you notes in one day.
You don’t have to clean out his closet right after he died (I took two
years)
88. Pamper
yourself. Soak in a bubble bath. Read a beach book. Try something new. Make a
bucket list. Think of something you’ve always wanted to do but never had time
for. Do it. Think of something small that will make you
happy or that will memorialize your loved one.
Plant a garden or just one pot; volunteer in an area related to your
spouse’s illness.
99. Holidays
can be difficult. Think about how you
will spend them. Consider spending some
time in which each person at the holiday gathering tells something s/he
remembers about your spouse. If holidays
are painful, start a new holiday tradition.
110. At
the end of the day think of any good things that have happened—a smile from a
stranger, an offer of help from someone you never expected to hear from, a
memory that made you laugh. Tally them
up or write them down.
111. Consider
writing an ethical will or legacy letter.
Wednesday, December 18, 2019
Sunday, December 15, 2019
The Most Inspirational Holiday Story (I post this every year.)
A guy named Bob May, depressed and broken-hearted, stared out his drafty apartment window in the chilly December night. His four year-old daughter Barbara sat on his lap, quietly sobbing. Bob's wife Evelyn was dying of cancer. Little Barbara couldn't understand why her mommy could never come home. Barbara looked up into her dad's eyes and asked, "Why isn't Mommy just like everybody else's mommy?" Bob's jaw tightened and his eyes were wet with tears. Her question brought waves of grief but also of anger.
It was the story of Bob's life. Life always had to be different for Bob. Being small when he was a kid, Bob was often bullied by other boys. He was too little at the time to compete in sports. He was often called named he'd rather not remember.
From childhood, Bob was different and never seemed to fit in. Bob did complete college and married his loving wife and was grateful to get his job as a copywriter at Montgomery Ward during the Great Depression. Then he was blessed with his little girl. But his happiness was short-lived. Evelyn's bout with cancer stripped them of their savings and now Bob and his daughter were forced to live in a two-room apartment in the Chicago slums. Evelyn died just days before Christmas in 1938.
Bob struggled to give hope to his child for whom he couldn't even afford to buy a Christmas gift. But if he couldn't buy a gift, he was determined to make her one--a storybook.
Bob had created animal characters in his own mind and told the animal's story to little Barbarat to give her comfort and hope. Again and again, Bob told the story, embellishing it with each telling. Who was the character? What was the story about?
The story Bob created was his own autobiography in fable form. The character he created was an outcast like he was. The name of the character? A little reindeer named Rudolph with a big shiny nose.
Bob finished the book just in time to give it to his little girl on Christmas Day.
But the story doesn't end there. The general manager of Montgomery Ward caught wind of the little storybook and offered Bob May a nominal fee to purchase the right to print the book. Wards went on to print the book and distribute it to children visiting Santa Claus in their stores. By 1946 Wards had printed and distributed over six million copies of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. That same year a major published wanted to purchase the rights from Wards to print an updated version of the book. In an unprecedented gesture of kindness, the CEO of Wards returned the rights back to Bob.
The book became a best seller. Many toy and marketing deals followed and Bob May, now remarried with a growing family, became wealthy from the story he created for his daughter.
But the story doesn't end there. Bob's brother-in-law, Johnny Marks, made a song adaptation of Rudolph. Though the song was turned down by such popular vocalists as Bing Crosby and Dinah Shore, it was recorded by Gene Autrey. "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer" was released in 1948 and became a phenomenal success, selling more records than any other Christmas song, with the exception of "White Christmas." The gift of love that Bob May created for his daughter so long ago kept on returning to bless him again and again. And Bob May learned the lesson, just like Rudolph, that being different isn't so bad. In fact, being different can be a blessing.
It was the story of Bob's life. Life always had to be different for Bob. Being small when he was a kid, Bob was often bullied by other boys. He was too little at the time to compete in sports. He was often called named he'd rather not remember.
From childhood, Bob was different and never seemed to fit in. Bob did complete college and married his loving wife and was grateful to get his job as a copywriter at Montgomery Ward during the Great Depression. Then he was blessed with his little girl. But his happiness was short-lived. Evelyn's bout with cancer stripped them of their savings and now Bob and his daughter were forced to live in a two-room apartment in the Chicago slums. Evelyn died just days before Christmas in 1938.
Bob struggled to give hope to his child for whom he couldn't even afford to buy a Christmas gift. But if he couldn't buy a gift, he was determined to make her one--a storybook.
Bob had created animal characters in his own mind and told the animal's story to little Barbarat to give her comfort and hope. Again and again, Bob told the story, embellishing it with each telling. Who was the character? What was the story about?
The story Bob created was his own autobiography in fable form. The character he created was an outcast like he was. The name of the character? A little reindeer named Rudolph with a big shiny nose.
Bob finished the book just in time to give it to his little girl on Christmas Day.
But the story doesn't end there. The general manager of Montgomery Ward caught wind of the little storybook and offered Bob May a nominal fee to purchase the right to print the book. Wards went on to print the book and distribute it to children visiting Santa Claus in their stores. By 1946 Wards had printed and distributed over six million copies of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. That same year a major published wanted to purchase the rights from Wards to print an updated version of the book. In an unprecedented gesture of kindness, the CEO of Wards returned the rights back to Bob.
The book became a best seller. Many toy and marketing deals followed and Bob May, now remarried with a growing family, became wealthy from the story he created for his daughter.
But the story doesn't end there. Bob's brother-in-law, Johnny Marks, made a song adaptation of Rudolph. Though the song was turned down by such popular vocalists as Bing Crosby and Dinah Shore, it was recorded by Gene Autrey. "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer" was released in 1948 and became a phenomenal success, selling more records than any other Christmas song, with the exception of "White Christmas." The gift of love that Bob May created for his daughter so long ago kept on returning to bless him again and again. And Bob May learned the lesson, just like Rudolph, that being different isn't so bad. In fact, being different can be a blessing.
Tuesday, December 10, 2019
Sunday, December 8, 2019
A Place for Mom?
I hear that commercial constantly, Joan Lunden (whoever she is) saying, "You know your mom. We know senior living. Together we'll make the right choice." Every time I hear that sweet, soothing voice, I get cranky.
I am an old lady, but not like the lady shown above. I am also a mom. And guess what? I make my own choices. My children did not decide that I needed "a place." In fact, they didn't even know I was considering moving from my long-time home and into an independent living facility. My kids didn't "put" me here. I did it "my way."
.
I'm not this old lady either. I try to be honest about being old. No way do I feel 29 again or even 39. However, when I moved here, I was still working as a speech pathologist. I still drive. Now that I'm retired, I volunteer. I'm enrolled in a writing class, and I plan to offer a writing group here at Brazos Towers.
I have asked other residents if they moved here on their own or if their children decided on the move. Most of them said they decided themselves. There are lots of busy, active, interesting people here--retired physicians, retired professors, a former FBI agent (agentiss? She's a woman.), engineers, social workers. People have interesting hobbies--bird watching, photography, golf, painting, jewelry making. Yes, people do knit, but not me.
Back to the commercial. What about Dad? Apparently fathers don't require help from their offspring.
Brazos Towers is a continuing care community. In addition to independent living, they offer assisted living, memory care and health care. I imagine some residents who need a higher level of care get help from family members, but the majority of us have managed on our own.
No, that's not me either.
This is more like me. a lady who is tempted to email A Place for Mom and say, "Get a better commercial."
Wednesday, December 4, 2019
More wise qoutes for the week
Follow your heart but take your brain with you.
The days are long but the years are short.
Your value doesn't decrease based on someone's inability to see your worth.
The days are long but the years are short.
Your value doesn't decrease based on someone's inability to see your worth.
Sunday, December 1, 2019
Books of November
The Truth Will Set You Free, But First It Will Piss You Off Gloria Steinem's latest book. Mostly short chapters interspersed with many, many quotes. Except for those labeled Quotes from Friends (all of them famous friends) the other quotes were from her own writings. Personally, I think you have to be pretty self-centered to include pages of your own quotes...or maybe she needed to fill space.
The Testaments. The long-awaited sequel to The Handmaid's Tale. Good, but sequels are often not as good as the first. Spoiler alert: the Handmaid herself does not appear in the book although a lot is about her.
With the End in Mind. A beautifully written book about end of life issues. I think it's a must-read for semoir citizens or for oto anyone who has a loved one nearing the end of life
The Nickel Boys. One of the best books I've read this year. Disturbing but powerful story about two boys in a brutal reform school in Florida. I give it an A+. I hope Colson Whitehead wins the Pulitzer for this one.
Money, Murder and Dominick Dunne. For my book club. A biography that reads like an exercise in name-dropping, but I guess that's true to Dunne's life.
Happy Reading!
The Testaments. The long-awaited sequel to The Handmaid's Tale. Good, but sequels are often not as good as the first. Spoiler alert: the Handmaid herself does not appear in the book although a lot is about her.
With the End in Mind. A beautifully written book about end of life issues. I think it's a must-read for semoir citizens or for oto anyone who has a loved one nearing the end of life
The Nickel Boys. One of the best books I've read this year. Disturbing but powerful story about two boys in a brutal reform school in Florida. I give it an A+. I hope Colson Whitehead wins the Pulitzer for this one.
Money, Murder and Dominick Dunne. For my book club. A biography that reads like an exercise in name-dropping, but I guess that's true to Dunne's life.
Happy Reading!
Tuesday, November 26, 2019
New quotes: wise advice listed on BuzzFeed
Comparison is the thief of joy.
Experience is what you get when you don't get what you want.
Life is what happens to you when you're busy making other plans.
Be the person you needed when you were younger.
Experience is what you get when you don't get what you want.
Life is what happens to you when you're busy making other plans.
Be the person you needed when you were younger.
Monday, November 25, 2019
At the Movies
Yesterday I went to a movie. On the spur of the moment I decided to see "The Good Liar." So off I went to the Edwards Theater, bought my ticket, chose my seat and settled down to see the movie.
After an endless list of previews, the movie began. I enjoyed it, but I would have enjoyed it more had it not been for the man two seats from me. About a third through the movie, I heard a strange sound. At first I thought it might be sounds effects but that didn't make sense at that point in the story. Maybe it was a noise from the theater, but no. Then I looked to my right. The seat next to me was empty, but next to that, the man on the end of the row had his head down and was snoring--not just a gentle snore but a huge, loud snore over and over again. On my other side was a enjoying their popcorn. I looked past them to see if there were empty seats around us. The man turned to me and whispered, "Something wrong?" I pointed to Snoring Guy. He nodded and after a few minutes left his seat. Shortly after that a young man who worked at the theater appeared in the entrance. The man beside me waved his hand. The worker came up to our row, woke Snoring Man and whispered something to him. He sat up, stayed awake for a while, then resumed his nap.
I wondered who would pay more than $10 to take a nap? I wondered if I should say something to him when we exited the row, something like, "I hope you enjoyed your nap," perhaps adding, "I didn't." But that seemed rude and possibly dangerous. You never know about people these days. So I left quietly. wondering where he went next.
What would you have done/said/thought?
After an endless list of previews, the movie began. I enjoyed it, but I would have enjoyed it more had it not been for the man two seats from me. About a third through the movie, I heard a strange sound. At first I thought it might be sounds effects but that didn't make sense at that point in the story. Maybe it was a noise from the theater, but no. Then I looked to my right. The seat next to me was empty, but next to that, the man on the end of the row had his head down and was snoring--not just a gentle snore but a huge, loud snore over and over again. On my other side was a enjoying their popcorn. I looked past them to see if there were empty seats around us. The man turned to me and whispered, "Something wrong?" I pointed to Snoring Guy. He nodded and after a few minutes left his seat. Shortly after that a young man who worked at the theater appeared in the entrance. The man beside me waved his hand. The worker came up to our row, woke Snoring Man and whispered something to him. He sat up, stayed awake for a while, then resumed his nap.
I wondered who would pay more than $10 to take a nap? I wondered if I should say something to him when we exited the row, something like, "I hope you enjoyed your nap," perhaps adding, "I didn't." But that seemed rude and possibly dangerous. You never know about people these days. So I left quietly. wondering where he went next.
What would you have done/said/thought?
Tuesday, November 19, 2019
More Quotes from BuzzFeed
Don't practice until you get it right; practice until you can't get it wrong.
In the end we will remember not the words of our enemies but the silence of our friends.
Make time for planning. Wars are won in the general's tent.
Hate is like drinking poison and hoping the other person dies.
We have two lives, the second being when we realize we only have one.
Do not regret growing older. It is a privilege denied to many.
All those days that came and went--little did I know that they were life.
In the end we will remember not the words of our enemies but the silence of our friends.
Make time for planning. Wars are won in the general's tent.
Hate is like drinking poison and hoping the other person dies.
We have two lives, the second being when we realize we only have one.
Do not regret growing older. It is a privilege denied to many.
All those days that came and went--little did I know that they were life.
Sunday, November 17, 2019
Books, Authors and More
The JCC Book and Arts Festival in Houston was last week. "So many books, so little time..."
I first saw Gloria Steinem. She appeared at Temple Emanu-el. Her session sold out long before the Book Fair. The sanctuary was packed--2,000 people attended. I noticed that some women brought their young daughters. She has a new book out: The Truth Will Set You Free, But First It Will Piss You Off. Pro: She's still going strong at 85! Con: A lot of what she said I'd heard before. I was most impressed that during the Q&A, several 14 year-old spoke up. The next generation is coming along!
My next evening was a documentary on the making of Fiddler on the Roof. Fascinating, and of course, it contained some of the iconic songs. Since I just saw the musical in New York a couple of weeks ago, I am singng Sunrise Sunset and If I Were a Rich Man in the shower.
Next was Karen Armstrong speaking at the Progressive Forum. A former nun, she is one of the most respected writers on world religions. She was interesting and also quite amusing at times. Her book, The Lost Art of Scripture, was given out. It may take the rest of my life for me to read it: it's about 500 pages (no pictures!)
Lori Gottlieb spoke about her best selling book Maybe You Should Talk to Someone. She was a great speaker and her book sold out. It's about several patients in her therapy practice as well as her own sessions with a therapist during a difficult time in her life. It's on my TBR list.
Finally, I saw The Simon and Garfunkel Story which featured two guys dressed as Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel (A.G. had those blond curls). Their background, how they got into music and of course, some of their best-loved songs like "Sounds of Silence" and "Bridge Over Troubled Waters" were featured. It was fun.
To complete my literary week, my book club met this morning to discuss An American Marriage and have brunch at Bellagreen.
Now I'm ready to get back to just reading at home.
I first saw Gloria Steinem. She appeared at Temple Emanu-el. Her session sold out long before the Book Fair. The sanctuary was packed--2,000 people attended. I noticed that some women brought their young daughters. She has a new book out: The Truth Will Set You Free, But First It Will Piss You Off. Pro: She's still going strong at 85! Con: A lot of what she said I'd heard before. I was most impressed that during the Q&A, several 14 year-old spoke up. The next generation is coming along!
My next evening was a documentary on the making of Fiddler on the Roof. Fascinating, and of course, it contained some of the iconic songs. Since I just saw the musical in New York a couple of weeks ago, I am singng Sunrise Sunset and If I Were a Rich Man in the shower.
Next was Karen Armstrong speaking at the Progressive Forum. A former nun, she is one of the most respected writers on world religions. She was interesting and also quite amusing at times. Her book, The Lost Art of Scripture, was given out. It may take the rest of my life for me to read it: it's about 500 pages (no pictures!)
Lori Gottlieb spoke about her best selling book Maybe You Should Talk to Someone. She was a great speaker and her book sold out. It's about several patients in her therapy practice as well as her own sessions with a therapist during a difficult time in her life. It's on my TBR list.
Finally, I saw The Simon and Garfunkel Story which featured two guys dressed as Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel (A.G. had those blond curls). Their background, how they got into music and of course, some of their best-loved songs like "Sounds of Silence" and "Bridge Over Troubled Waters" were featured. It was fun.
To complete my literary week, my book club met this morning to discuss An American Marriage and have brunch at Bellagreen.
Now I'm ready to get back to just reading at home.
Wednesday, November 13, 2019
quotes for the week
Last week BuzzFeed asked readers to send in the wisest advice they'd ever heard. Here are some answers:
"The world is changed by your example, not by your opinion."
"We judge ourselves by our intentions, but we judge others by their behavior."
"Don't take criticism from someone you wouldn't take advice from."
"Learning from mistakes is one of the best ways to learn, but there's no reason those mistakes have to be your own."
More from BuzzFeed next week.
"The world is changed by your example, not by your opinion."
"We judge ourselves by our intentions, but we judge others by their behavior."
"Don't take criticism from someone you wouldn't take advice from."
"Learning from mistakes is one of the best ways to learn, but there's no reason those mistakes have to be your own."
More from BuzzFeed next week.
Sunday, November 10, 2019
Saving the Environment Way Back When
Note: I copied this from a friend's Facebook page. I hope you enjoy it.
Checking out at the store, the young cashier
suggested to the much older lady that she should bring her own grocery bags,
because plastic bags are not good for the environment,.
The woman apologized to the young girl and explained, "We didn't have this 'green thing' back in my earlier days."
The young clerk responded, "That's our problem today. Your generation did not care enough to save our environment for future generations."
The older lady said that she was right our generation didn't have the "green thing" in its day. The older lady went on to explain:
The woman apologized to the young girl and explained, "We didn't have this 'green thing' back in my earlier days."
The young clerk responded, "That's our problem today. Your generation did not care enough to save our environment for future generations."
The older lady said that she was right our generation didn't have the "green thing" in its day. The older lady went on to explain:
Back then, we returned milk bottles, soda
bottles and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to
be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over
and over. So they really were recycled.
But we didn't have the "green thing"
back in our day. Grocery stores bagged our groceries in brown paper bags that
we reused for numerous things. Most memorable besides household garbage bags
was the use of brown paper bags as book covers for our school books. This was
to ensure that public property (the books provided for our use by the school)
was not defaced by our scribblings. Then we were able to personalize our books
on the brown paper bags.
But, too bad we didn't do the "green
thing" back then. We walked up stairs because we didn't have an escalator
in every store and office building. We walked to the grocery store and didn't
climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two blocks. But she
was right. We didn't have the "green thing" in our day.
Back then we washed the baby's diapers because
we didn't have the throw away kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an
energy-gobbling machine burning up 220 volts. Wind and solar power really did
dry our clothes back in our early days.
Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing. But that young lady is right; we didn't have the "green thing" back in our day.
Back then we had one TV, or radio, in the house -- not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief (remember them?), not a screen the size of the state of Montana.
In the kitchen we blended and stirred by hand because we didn't have electric machines to do everything for us.
When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used wadded up old newspapers to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap.
Back then, we didn't fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power.
We exercised by working so we didn't need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity. But she's right; we didn't have the "green thing" back then.
We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water. We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blade in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull. But we didn't have the "green thing" back then.
Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour taxi service in the family's $45,000 SUV or van, which cost what a whole house did before the "green thing."
We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And we didn't need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 23,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest burger joint.
But isn't it sad the current generation laments how wasteful we old folks were just because we didn't have the "green thing" back then?
Please forward this on to another selfish old person who needs a lesson in conservation from a smart ass young person. We don't like being old in the first place, so it doesn't take much to piss us off... Especially from a tattooed, multiple pierced smartass who can't make change without the cash register telling them how much.
Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing. But that young lady is right; we didn't have the "green thing" back in our day.
Back then we had one TV, or radio, in the house -- not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief (remember them?), not a screen the size of the state of Montana.
In the kitchen we blended and stirred by hand because we didn't have electric machines to do everything for us.
When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used wadded up old newspapers to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap.
Back then, we didn't fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power.
We exercised by working so we didn't need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity. But she's right; we didn't have the "green thing" back then.
We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water. We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blade in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull. But we didn't have the "green thing" back then.
Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour taxi service in the family's $45,000 SUV or van, which cost what a whole house did before the "green thing."
We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And we didn't need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 23,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest burger joint.
But isn't it sad the current generation laments how wasteful we old folks were just because we didn't have the "green thing" back then?
Please forward this on to another selfish old person who needs a lesson in conservation from a smart ass young person. We don't like being old in the first place, so it doesn't take much to piss us off... Especially from a tattooed, multiple pierced smartass who can't make change without the cash register telling them how much.
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Tuesday, November 5, 2019
quotes for the week
How many a man has dated a new era in his life from the reading of a book.
Thoreau
By bedside and easy chair, books promise
a very swift and silent release from this world into another,
with no current involved but the free
and scarcely detectable crackle of brain cells.
John Updike
Even an ice cream parlor--a definite advantage--does not
alleviate the sorrow I feel for a town without a bookstore.
Natalie Goldberg
Reading is equivalent to thinking with someone else's head
instead of one's own.
Arthur Schopenhauer
The best moments in reading are when you come across something--
a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things--
which you had thought special and particular to you.
Now here it is, set down by someone else,
a person you have never met, someone even who is long dead,
and it is as if a hand has come out and taken yours.
Alan Bennett
Sunday, November 3, 2019
Books of October
No, even though I used to write romance novels, I was not the person who suggested this book for my book club, but I was intrigued by the title. It's both cooky and strange--the story of a young girl's coming of age and finding love interspersed with chapters from her favorite book, The Pirate Lover. And, oh yes, she's aided in her quest by her deceased sister and--get this--also by her deceased dog, who wears high heels in the afterlife.
I was attracted to this book because, face it, I'm an elder. Why I read the whole thing, I'm not sure. The author is a geriatrician and her premise is that the majority of doctors have no clue about treating elderly people but are focused on curing illnesses without attention to the patient's quality of life. She's probably right about that, but the book might have worked better as an essay. It was very long and redundant and also pretty depressing. My one-sentence description above tells it all.
Wednesday, October 30, 2019
quotes for the week about autumn
It's finally fall here in Houston, so here are some autumn quotes.
P.S. Last night was a disappointment. One more chance to Take It Back!!!
P.S. Last night was a disappointment. One more chance to Take It Back!!!
Sunday, October 27, 2019
I Loved New York (Except for the Food Poisoning)
My sister and I like to visit New York in the fall. This year the weather was perfect. This time we stayed at the Lexington Hotel, which has housed a lot of celebrities including Dorothy Lamour (Remember her?) and Marilyn Monroe and Joe DiMaggio.
We arrived on a Thursday afternoon and met our cousins for dinner that evening at Davio's. We had fun catching up and sharing memories.
Friday we spent the morning at the Jewish Heritage Museum to see a fascinating exhibit about Auschwitz, then ate lunch at their cafe, Lox. Yes, most of their selections feature lox.
We had a lovely dinner and then saw "Fiddler on the Roof" in Yiddish. It was wonderful, even though half way through I started feeling sick. By the time we left, I was feeling awful. Luckily, my sister is an expert at flagging down taxis, and fortunately, the driver had a supply of plastic bags when I needed one. Apparently the delicious chicken I had for dinner gave me food poisoning.
By the next day I was well enough to go to "Hadestown," which won the Tony for best musical. Unfortunately, I got my dates mixed up and we started off at "To Kill a Mockingbird." Our tickets were for the next day, but we rushed over to "Hadestown" and luckily, the theater had our order in their files. It was interesting--the story of Orpheus and Eurydice. The dancing was great but I probably wouldn't want to see it again--maybe it was the aftereffects of the food poisoning.
My sister went to dinner with friends Saturday evening but I wasn't ready to be around food so I stayed at the hotel and tried to watch the Astros. Alas, something was wrong with Fox Sports and every few minutes the picture and sound would disappear. Probably for the best since the Astros lost.
Sunday we used our "Mockingbird" tickets. I worried that I wouldn't like the play because it's my favorite book and I was afraid they'd mess up the story. But they didn't. It was the best play I've seen in ages. If you go to New York, don't miss it.
During our free time we played Scrabble, a must on our sister-trips. I won all 3 games. At $2.00 a game, that equals $6.00 (which doesn't do one much good in New York City). I keep a running total of our games and I'm $12.00 ahead. My sister denies this; she only totals the current game, but she's wrong!
Monday we left, with memories of another sister-adventure fresh in our minds.
We arrived on a Thursday afternoon and met our cousins for dinner that evening at Davio's. We had fun catching up and sharing memories.
Friday we spent the morning at the Jewish Heritage Museum to see a fascinating exhibit about Auschwitz, then ate lunch at their cafe, Lox. Yes, most of their selections feature lox.
We had a lovely dinner and then saw "Fiddler on the Roof" in Yiddish. It was wonderful, even though half way through I started feeling sick. By the time we left, I was feeling awful. Luckily, my sister is an expert at flagging down taxis, and fortunately, the driver had a supply of plastic bags when I needed one. Apparently the delicious chicken I had for dinner gave me food poisoning.
By the next day I was well enough to go to "Hadestown," which won the Tony for best musical. Unfortunately, I got my dates mixed up and we started off at "To Kill a Mockingbird." Our tickets were for the next day, but we rushed over to "Hadestown" and luckily, the theater had our order in their files. It was interesting--the story of Orpheus and Eurydice. The dancing was great but I probably wouldn't want to see it again--maybe it was the aftereffects of the food poisoning.
My sister went to dinner with friends Saturday evening but I wasn't ready to be around food so I stayed at the hotel and tried to watch the Astros. Alas, something was wrong with Fox Sports and every few minutes the picture and sound would disappear. Probably for the best since the Astros lost.
Sunday we used our "Mockingbird" tickets. I worried that I wouldn't like the play because it's my favorite book and I was afraid they'd mess up the story. But they didn't. It was the best play I've seen in ages. If you go to New York, don't miss it.
During our free time we played Scrabble, a must on our sister-trips. I won all 3 games. At $2.00 a game, that equals $6.00 (which doesn't do one much good in New York City). I keep a running total of our games and I'm $12.00 ahead. My sister denies this; she only totals the current game, but she's wrong!
Monday we left, with memories of another sister-adventure fresh in our minds.
Wednesday, October 23, 2019
Quote for the Week: I Have Only Just a Minute
Representative Elijah Cummings passed away this week. A civil rights activist, he was respected by House members on both sides of the aisle. An article I read mentioned that he read the following poem by Dr. Benjamin Mays as part of the first speech he gave before Congress. Here it is:
I have only just a minute,
Only sixty seconds in it.
Forced upon me, can't refuse it.
Didn't seek it, didn't choose it.
But it's up to me to use it.
I must suffer if I lose it,
Give account if I abuse it.
Just a tiny little minute,
But eternity is in it.
I'd love to hear your comments.
And Go 'Stros--better than last night, I hope.
I have only just a minute,
Only sixty seconds in it.
Forced upon me, can't refuse it.
Didn't seek it, didn't choose it.
But it's up to me to use it.
I must suffer if I lose it,
Give account if I abuse it.
Just a tiny little minute,
But eternity is in it.
I'd love to hear your comments.
And Go 'Stros--better than last night, I hope.
Sunday, October 20, 2019
Fall in Texas
Mid-October, and it's fall here in Houston. Not really, of course. The autumn equinox happened in September, a month ago. But here, fall arrives in its own time and announces itself with a cool breeze, bright sunshine and cloudless skies. I sit outside, and as I breathe in the crisp air, I remember the falls of my childhood.
Autumn always brought new energy--the new school year, new classes, new clothes, the season of possibilities. The night sky seemed blacker, the stars brighter and though the days were shorter, they seemed sunnier.
I associated fall with the smell of outdoor cooking. The neighbors down the street would barbecue outside, and the odor of cooking meat would drift down to our house.
Fall was football. Texas has always been the home of Friday Night Lights and in those childhood years, football for me was Hyde Park Stadium, home of the Austin High Maroons. My father took me to my first game between Austin High and a school whose name I don't recall, but I remember the cheers and the noise and excitement. On Saturdays in the time when the University of Texas ruled the football world, there were games in Memorial Stadium--orange and white uniforms against the green grass, the UT Cowboys marching group and the band playing "The Eyes of Texas."
Fall was Halloween costumes, the thrill of being out in the dark, candy (which we rarely ate) and the anticipation of trick or treating at the big white house on Enfield Road which never seemed to have any lights on or any cars in the driveway. With a mixture of excitement and teror, we would ring the doorbell. A man in the shadowy front hall would hand us a few gum drops and slam the door. Perhaps he was a pre-Mockingbird Boo Radley.
When I had children of my own, I relived those Halloween nights as I trailed along on their trick or treat route. I still have the little pink hat with bunny ears that my daughter wore on her first Halloween.
The trees in Texas autumns are lackluster. Leaves don't turn this far south, so we never saw the vivid colors that appear in other parts of the country. Oaks grow in Texas, and acorns are abundant here. We used to pick them up on the school playground, take them home, shellac them and string them into necklaces. Pecans are plentiful, too, and my cousin and I would walk the neighborhood gathering them. The fact that they were from other people's yards never deterred us.
Autumn always brought new energy--the new school year, new classes, new clothes, the season of possibilities. The night sky seemed blacker, the stars brighter and though the days were shorter, they seemed sunnier.
I associated fall with the smell of outdoor cooking. The neighbors down the street would barbecue outside, and the odor of cooking meat would drift down to our house.
Fall was football. Texas has always been the home of Friday Night Lights and in those childhood years, football for me was Hyde Park Stadium, home of the Austin High Maroons. My father took me to my first game between Austin High and a school whose name I don't recall, but I remember the cheers and the noise and excitement. On Saturdays in the time when the University of Texas ruled the football world, there were games in Memorial Stadium--orange and white uniforms against the green grass, the UT Cowboys marching group and the band playing "The Eyes of Texas."
Fall was Halloween costumes, the thrill of being out in the dark, candy (which we rarely ate) and the anticipation of trick or treating at the big white house on Enfield Road which never seemed to have any lights on or any cars in the driveway. With a mixture of excitement and teror, we would ring the doorbell. A man in the shadowy front hall would hand us a few gum drops and slam the door. Perhaps he was a pre-Mockingbird Boo Radley.
When I had children of my own, I relived those Halloween nights as I trailed along on their trick or treat route. I still have the little pink hat with bunny ears that my daughter wore on her first Halloween.
The trees in Texas autumns are lackluster. Leaves don't turn this far south, so we never saw the vivid colors that appear in other parts of the country. Oaks grow in Texas, and acorns are abundant here. We used to pick them up on the school playground, take them home, shellac them and string them into necklaces. Pecans are plentiful, too, and my cousin and I would walk the neighborhood gathering them. The fact that they were from other people's yards never deterred us.
* * *
A couple of days pass and it's summer again--90 degrees with high humidity. The short autumn interlude has ended but in a few days or a few weeks, it will return. Perhaps it will last a little longer, perhaps not. It may bypass us altogether and winter will take its place. Such is fall in Houston, a season that's not too hot, not too cold, and far too brief.
* * *
This year, forget football. Fall is the World Series and after beating the Yankees in a perfect, series ending walk-off ninth inning home run by Jose Altuve, the Astros are ready to meet, and we hope beat, the Washington Nationals. First game is Tuesday and I'll be watching.
Sunday, October 6, 2019
Books of September
Here's a new book by Ruth Ware, author of The Woman in Cabin 10. A young woman is hired to be a nanny for the children of a wealthy couple in Scotland. The house is strange, part original Victorian and part high tech. The children are strange. The parents leave for a conference and almost immediately weird things happen. Ghosts? Intruders? The book begins with the nanny in prison for murdering one of the children. Did she do it? If not, who did? I enjoyed the book although it's not going to be on my list of favorites.
This story takes place in a private school in Japan and consists of confessions from a teacher and various students about the murder of the teacher's young daughter. It was a bit slow at the beginning but I enjoyed it once I got into it. It's kind of unusual. You might give it a try.
This story takes place in a private school in Japan and consists of confessions from a teacher and various students about the murder of the teacher's young daughter. It was a bit slow at the beginning but I enjoyed it once I got into it. It's kind of unusual. You might give it a try.
Tuesday, October 1, 2019
Quotes for the Week
What Makes Someone a Hero?
I think a hero is someone who willingly and more often unwillingly faces adversity and survives it because she must and through it becomes a stronger person.
When I was 19, my dress caught fire from a stove and I was severely burned. I had no choice but to endure months of pain and afterward I realized the ordeal made me a stronger person.
I think everyone has been a hero in some way in their life. What do you think? Have you been a hero?
P.S. I notice most of the above quotes are about men. Women, unite! We are heroes, too.
Sunday, September 29, 2019
Note Found in a Wallet
Last week at our Brazos Towers residents' meeting, our director, Scott Perlman, read us a letter supposedly found after his death in the wallet of Bear Bryant, the legendary Alabama football coach. I'm reprinting it here because it was so inspiring.
The Magic Bank Account
Imagine that you had won the following prize in a contest. Each morning your bank would deposit $86,400 in your private account for your use. However, the prize has rules:
1. Everything you didn't spend each day would be taken away from you.
2. You may not transfer money into some other account.
3. You may only spend it.
4. Each morning, upon awakening, the bank opens your account with another $86,400 for that day.
5. The bank can end the account without warning at any time it can say, "Game over." It can close the account and you will not receive a new one.
What would you personally do?
You would buy anything and everything you wanted, right?
Not only for yourself, but for all the people you love and care for. Even for people you don't know because you couldn't possibly spend it all on yourself, right?
ACTUALLY, the game is REAL.
Shocked??? Yes!
Each of us already is a winner of this prize. We just can't seem to see it.
The PRIZE is TIME.
1. Each morning we awaken to 86,400 seconds as a gift of life.
2. And when we go to sleep at night, any remaining time is not credited to us.
3. What we haven't used up that day is forever lost.
4. Yesterday is forever gone.
5. Each morning the account is refilled, but the bank can dissolve your account at any time without warning.
So what will you do with your 86,400 seconds?
Those seconds are worth so much more than the same amount in dollars. Think about it and remember to enjoy every second of your life, because time races by so much quicker than you think.
Take care of yourself, be happy, love deeply and know and pursue your priorities.
Start "spending!"
Sunday, September 22, 2019
Writing for Our Families, Ourselves and Others
Last Sunday the Senior Memoir course I've attended for the past year held a reading at the Jewish Community Center. We had expected to read our entire 1500 word pieces but we were told that each of us could read for three minutes. "Bummer," I thought. But three minutes turned out to be perfect. Some of the pieces were humorous, some were bittersweet, some filled with courage. Our wonderful instructor, Cate Weiss Orcutt, introduced the program. We were all touched by her statement that she'd learned so much from us. We made Cait a "word cloud." Each of us contributed 10 words describing her and they became a lovely heart shape on a card that we presented to her at the end of the program.
This course has been an inspiration for me. I'd gotten lazy about writing but weekly prompts and one workshop essay made me write continuously.
I'm going to be doing a Legacy Letter course at an independent living facility next month, and I hope the attendees will be inspired to write. If you want to know more about Legacy Letters, check out celebrationsoflife.net You don't have to be a senior to write one of these. You might want to write to your parents, your child upon his/her graduation or wedding, to a teacher or a mentor or a special friend. Legacy letters can express gratitude forgiveness, hopes, values--anything important to you. You might read "The Forever Letter" for ideas. You can find this book on Amazon. The only hard and fast rule about writing Legacy Letters if to write from your heart.
This course has been an inspiration for me. I'd gotten lazy about writing but weekly prompts and one workshop essay made me write continuously.
I'm going to be doing a Legacy Letter course at an independent living facility next month, and I hope the attendees will be inspired to write. If you want to know more about Legacy Letters, check out celebrationsoflife.net You don't have to be a senior to write one of these. You might want to write to your parents, your child upon his/her graduation or wedding, to a teacher or a mentor or a special friend. Legacy letters can express gratitude forgiveness, hopes, values--anything important to you. You might read "The Forever Letter" for ideas. You can find this book on Amazon. The only hard and fast rule about writing Legacy Letters if to write from your heart.
Tuesday, September 17, 2019
Quotes for the Week: Becoming
Maybe the journey isn't so much about becoming anything.
Maybe it's about unbecoming everything that isn't really you,
So you can be who you were meant to be in the first place.
Don't give up on the person you are becoming.
Stop being who you were
And become who you are.
Paul Coehlo
The thing that is really hard and really amazing
Is giving up on being perfect
And beginning to work on being yourself.
Anna Quidlen
Start where you are.
Use what you have.
Do what you can.
Arthur Ashe
Sunday, September 8, 2019
Books of August
I started Michelle Obama's book in July and finished it in August. It's one of my favorite books this year. She begins with her childhood and college years: Becoming Me. Next she talks about her meeting with Barak Obama and their marriage: Becoming Us. Finally she talks about their years in the White House and her mission as First Lady to encourage healthier eating for youngsters: Becoming More. She grew up in a family of modest means in the South Side of Chicago, was accepted to Princeton for undergraduate school and to Harvard Law and worked for a Chicago law firm where she met a charismatic intern who was first a friend and later much more. She's very honest about her misgivings about her husband going into politics and about her life in the White House. It's a fascinating story, and it reminded me that no matter what our ages and circumstances, throughout our lives we're always "becoming."
Sunday, September 1, 2019
How Old is Old?
The other day I glanced at Hints from Heloise, and here's what I learned:
"Dearest Readers, Did you know that AGE DISCRIMINATION IS AGAINST THE LAW? The United States Equal Employment Opportunity Commission defines age discrimination as 'Treating an applicant or employee less favorably because of his or her age.' This law applies to people who are AGE 40 OR OLDER." (capital letters mine!)
Oh dear, if 40 is the beginning of old age, I am really really old. But guess what. I didn't feel old at 40 and I don't feel old now.
And I bet many people of my generation don't feel so old either.
We have our aches and pains and we can be grumpy at times, but, thinking back, I was like that at 40, too. Note: Advice for dealing with aches and pains: I found this in the newspaper a few years back--try Two Old Goats Balm on this achy parts. I'm not sure who the old goats are, but it does seem to work. Granted it won't cure arthritis, but it's great for muscle or nerve pain. You can get it from Amazon, where, of course, you can get anything you ever dreamed of.
As for me, I just retired last year, I do volunteer work here and in Galveston, I get out and about almost as much as ever, and I keep a "gratitude list" of nice things that have happened every day.
Anyway, I'm glad to know that employers can't discriminate against kids of 40 in hiring, job assignments, training, layoffs or benefits. This doesn't seem to apply to social situations such as dating. You have to take your changes there.
I once read a book about aging called Coming Into the End Zone and for those of us who really do fit that picture, we should do our best to keep active and cheerful and enjoy each day...hour...minute we have.
Sunday, August 25, 2019
Checking this off my Bucket List
My dad taught me to drive when I was twelve and had to sit on a pillow to see over the steering wheel. Austin, Texas was a small city then unlike its traffic-clogged streets of today. We lived on a quiet one-block street where almost no cars drove and there were zero pedestrians...except for the lady in the bathing suit, but that's another story. I got my driver's license at 14 and my first car for my 18th birthday. It was a blue Ford Victoria with a cream colored hard top and a spare tire holder on the back. I named it Victor Victoria, and it got me through college.
After that I had a white Chevy Impala. Alas, the Chevy and the cars that followed were nameless.
For six years I drove a silver Nissan Altima which served me well despite being partially flooded twice during Houston's soggy year of 2015.
Yesterday I got my new car, a Lexus ES 350 sedan. I've been coveting a Lexus for years and I finally broke down and bought it. It has a dashboard with a dazzling array of icons and a mouse to click on them, a driver's seat that adjusts to my own specifications when I turn on the motor...and I'll have to read the manual to find out what else. Since this will possibly be my last car, I think it, too should have a name: Maybe Alexis Lexus, Lexi for short. I'll think about it.
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