When I decided to substitute part time in Maine, I had to have my fingerprints checked. I had been living there for six years and owned a restaurant. I discovered I had no fingerprints. The agent asked me if I washed dishes a lot. I told him I did pots and pans daily. He said that would explain the problem and alternative ways of having my prints visible worked.
In California I had to have my fingerprints recorded to join the gym. Each day I go, I enter my phone number on the machine and place my finger on the scanner. It typically does not surface properly and I have to give additional information to get through, unless the person at the desk remembers me.
Avoid doing dishes. It is a hazard to your identity.
Yesterday was Sunday. I had no plans until noon. I began by making baby back ribs. Then I washed the upholstery on my sofa; there had been a couple of stains. That meant adding some laundry to the wash. Then I washed the windows on the inside. Then I wiped the front of the refrigerator. Then I went to Rhythmix for a special event. Then I came home and read. Fixed dinner. Discovered that my DVR screwed up my recordings and spent the remainder of the evening on the phone with AT&T, the second time this week.
I went to the gym this morning and worked off stress.
A woman told me a story about her mother calling and asking if there was time to get together. The daughter does not enjoy time with her mother, but did not know how to avoid making a commitment. When she told me she said she needed to check her calendar, she smiled. When I asked her how she felt about getting together with her mother, she smiled. She smiled when she allowed herself to feel the truth: she did not want to be with her mother. Unfortunately, she still does not know how to avoid being with her. She feels guilty.
I wish she could see the smile on her face when she allows herself to experience the dislike she has toward her parent. It is more pleasant than the frown she has when she is with her.
Went to two soccer games on Saturday for Isaac and Ari. The whole family decided to go out for lunch together. Isaac rode with Carrie and me. As we pulled into the restaurant parking lot, two cars were backing out. I waited for one and pulled into the space. As we got out of the car, Isaac and I both said, “One of us should stand in the other space so that Mommy and Daddy have a place to park.” Simultaneously, we said the same line.
Genetics. It is wonderful.
My dear friends Ken and Pauline invited me, Isaac and Ari over for dinner. They had sparkling cider for the boys, wine for us. We all drank out of wine glasses. During dinner, the conversation had a political theme at times and I wondered if the boys were bored. After dinner, Ken invited to boys to his music room. Ken is a wonderful guitarist. They went and Pauline and I chatted with a background of guitar music from upstairs. I later discovered that Isaac and Ari had played electric guitar and ukulele.
I was so appreciative that we each had an environment that was enriching and enjoyable.
It is nice to share our interests.
It is difficult to be with someone who you believe is using too much medication. It is certainly a subject that has caused a good deal of concern. When working with clients who are trying to encourage someone they love to use less medication for pain, I find much frustration is felt. There are only two people who can address how much medication is used: the doctor and the patient. Most doctors are reducing use because they have to. It is their decision what to prescribe and attention is being paid by pharmacies. Hopefully the patient follows the prescribed amount. But the friend or relative has no power, and that can be a difficult situation because all that can be done is offer an opinion and provide support and care.
When I moved to California six years ago, my daughter Carrie, bought me a birthday gift of a ticket to a local theater. She and I went and loved it. I subsequently got season tickets and have gone to every play.
Good friends ended up getting tickets and the four of us meet for lunch and go together. I treasure my time with these people. It is another example of why I chose to move here.
The time with my kids is so rewarding. A true highlight.
I like to be busy. Between seeing clients and attending meetings, I have a very full week. I do manage to fit a breakfast or lunch with a friend into my schedule about once a week.
On the weekend, I like having a day to myself. I watch movies on my t.v. I will sit for 45 minutes, pause the film and take a break. I am accountable to no one. My break may last one minute. It may last ten. I may decide the film is not worth continuing.
I eat when I feel like it. I call friends or family. I play games on the computer.
Free time. Nice.
My grandson’s Bar Mitzvah was this weekend. Lots of family came to town. Many I have not seen in years. We spent a lot of time together. It was delightful sharing memories and updates in our lives. There was no awkwardness or stress. Some of the pairings could have been so.
When there is a celebration and everyone chooses to be involved and interact in a positive way, it is a treat.
I must admit that I would not have wanted to do this for another day.
The timing, four days, sufficed.
I go to the gym three times a week. I am there at 5:50 am. Every two weeks, two friends meet me for breakfast at 7 am on Monday. We go to the same restaurant, with the same waiter, and I always order the same thing. They diversify a bit.
We catch up on events and experiences. I discovered last week that one of them had the same surgery I will be having which is an unusual one. Who knew?
I love these two women. It is of such value for all of us to be together, that they, in particular, make the sacrifice to meet so early to accommodate my work schedule.
Similar values mean a lot.