It's been a while since I took a real vacation- the last few "days off" have been for family obligations and while I appreciated some of the aspects of that time, I really didn't 'vacation" at all. So, here are my plans for the next twelve days:
Sleep past 7 a.m. When you get up at 5:30 every morning, this really DOES constitute "sleeping in"
Read. I have a few books that are waiting to be read and if I read all of them, I know where to find more!
Take pictures. Chris got me a new camera for my upcoming birthday. It's MINE! BWAHHHHHH I can't wait to start using it.
See old friends and new ones. Part of the plan is to visit with people, including ( hopefully, if we can make it work) one of my very best friends from Elementary School. We reconnected online. Don't you love how that works? I also hope to meet some of Chris' old friends, whom I have not yet had the chance to meet ( I hope they approve of his choice of wife!)
That's it. No grand schedule except for places we need to be each night. Lazy days. Picnics by the lake or at the beach. Sleeping, reading and recharging my batteries. The last few weeks have really drained my reserves and I need some down time. I hope to come back with my focus clearer.
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
Monday, June 10, 2013
Random Monday thoughts
Today, I am thinking about my grandmother, Emma Benedict Seckerson, who was born June 10 1888. Her mother Nellie ( whose real name was Helen, of all things) was a midwife who was working for a well-to-do family whose surname was Benedict. They insisted she stay with them until my grandmother was born. To honor them, the baby was given their surname as a middle name. My grandmother did not have an easy life. My grandfather was killed in a car accident in 1929, just before the stock market crash that began the Great Depression. She had three children to raise at that point. Her three sons died when they were children. She gave me a love of reading. She was a fine artist, apparently the Seckersons worked in the pottery industry in England and I remember my mother telling me they did the painting on the china. They were from Stroke-on-Trent. I know almost nothing about that area, but hope one day to visit England and the family we still have there.
Manners, the Butler! My mom used to say that all the time, I have NO idea what it really meant, but to me it was a signal that I was out of line, manners-wise. So, lately I have been pondering things like:
Do you invite people into your home or office and then EAT in front of them and not offer them anything? I have had the occasion recently to have this happen. It's weird. People traipse into meetings these days, bearing all manner of food and drink and happily chow down. I was even at a meeting where there was food set up and people helped themselves, I was not comfortable asking if I could grab a cup of coffee or something and the host did not offer. Uncomfortable? You bet!
Texting and WALKING. Forget texting and driving, I have had more trouble with idiots who are testing and walking. I was coming down the stairs at the subway station and this twenty-something was walking across the floor and started up the steps, eyes GLUED to the little screen. I made a noise so she looked up and GLARED at me. HEY watch where YOU are going! I gave her my best Mom-glare and she shrunk back. Never underestimate the power of a good mom-glare.
Manners, the Butler! My mom used to say that all the time, I have NO idea what it really meant, but to me it was a signal that I was out of line, manners-wise. So, lately I have been pondering things like:
Do you invite people into your home or office and then EAT in front of them and not offer them anything? I have had the occasion recently to have this happen. It's weird. People traipse into meetings these days, bearing all manner of food and drink and happily chow down. I was even at a meeting where there was food set up and people helped themselves, I was not comfortable asking if I could grab a cup of coffee or something and the host did not offer. Uncomfortable? You bet!
Texting and WALKING. Forget texting and driving, I have had more trouble with idiots who are testing and walking. I was coming down the stairs at the subway station and this twenty-something was walking across the floor and started up the steps, eyes GLUED to the little screen. I made a noise so she looked up and GLARED at me. HEY watch where YOU are going! I gave her my best Mom-glare and she shrunk back. Never underestimate the power of a good mom-glare.
Monday, June 3, 2013
Birthdays
I seem to know an awful lot of people who were born in June ( myself included) We June Bugs are a pretty terrific lot you must admit ;) I am thinking of two of my friends, who have crossed over who would heave celebrated birthdays today.
Teresa Gonzales, who was the biggest Cubs fan you could hope to meet. Happy Birthday, girl! I am sure wherever you are,the Cubs have won the pennant, I miss seeing you in the halls at Central and laughing with you.
Maggie Costa, a friend I never met in person, only online. We had a mutual love for the band America, so in the words of the song. "funny I've been there and you've been here and we ain't had no time to drink that beer." I am sorry we never got the chance to meet and see the"boys" together.
Today, I will be thinking of these two wonderful women and trying to remember that life is fleeting. I will try to celebrate their passion for life and remember the joy that came because I knew them.
Teresa Gonzales, who was the biggest Cubs fan you could hope to meet. Happy Birthday, girl! I am sure wherever you are,the Cubs have won the pennant, I miss seeing you in the halls at Central and laughing with you.
Maggie Costa, a friend I never met in person, only online. We had a mutual love for the band America, so in the words of the song. "funny I've been there and you've been here and we ain't had no time to drink that beer." I am sorry we never got the chance to meet and see the"boys" together.
Today, I will be thinking of these two wonderful women and trying to remember that life is fleeting. I will try to celebrate their passion for life and remember the joy that came because I knew them.
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