Monday, April 27, 2009
Myself, I’d first nursed ambitions of becoming a veterinarian – then discovered that required lots of science. Cancel that! Years later, I dreamed of becoming a Pulitzer-prize winning journalist, but only progressed as far as (being) a high-school "stringer" for the Albuquerque Journal.
Tho’ unfocused, my own so-called career path has been spent (mostly) happy in supporting roles-- media, accounting and now, hospitality.
But! ….if there’s “another time around” I think I'd sure enjoy being a homicide detective! (Enjoy? Well, that's not exactly the right word.) Still ……
It got me thinking about how funny Life can be. For instance, in my own little corner of the world:
A Vice President began her career as a hotel housekeeper.
Only 20 years ago, our GM was a switchboard operator with Hilton.
We've a former criminologist, a flight attendant, firefighter/paramedic and merchant marine. (Candlestick-maker's pending!)
What circumstances result in these skews? Suppose it's ye-olde money trail? Or, do they (like me) covet finding a warm and welcoming environment?
How about you? Are you living your dream?
Friday, April 24, 2009
First Important Lesson – The Cleaning Lady
During my second month of college, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions until I read the last one:" What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?" Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall,dark-haired and in her 50's, but how would I know her name? I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade. "Absolutely," said the professor. "In your careers,you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say "hello." I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy.
Second Important Lesson - Pickup in the Rain
One night, at 11:30 p.m., an older black woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway trying to endure a lashing rain storm. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride. Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car. A young white man stopped to help her, generally unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960's. The man took her to safety, helped her get assistance and put her into a taxicab. She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his address and thanked him. Seven days went by and a knock came on the man's door. To his surprise, a giant console color TV was delivered to his home.
A special note was attached. It read: "Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other night. The rain drenched not only my clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along. Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying husband's bedside just before he passed away. God bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving others."
Sincerely, Mrs. Nat King Cole.
Third Important Lesson - Always Remember Those Who Serve
In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him. "How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked. "Fifty cents," replied the waitress. The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it. "Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired. By now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient. "Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied. The little boy again counted his coins. "I'll have the plain ice cream," he said.
The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish,were two nickels and five pennies. You see, he couldn't have the sundae because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip.
Fourth Important Lesson - The Obstacle in Our Path
In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the King's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the King for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the stone out of the way. Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. Upon approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded. After the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note from the King indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The peasant learned what many of us never understand: Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve our condition.
Fifth Important Lesson - Giving When it Counts
Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare and serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness. The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the little boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister. I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, "Yes I'll do it if it will save her." As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color returning to her cheeks. Then his face grew pale and his smile faded.He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, "Will I start to die right away?" Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood in order to save her.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Snips n’ snails and puppy-dog tails
~ that’s what little boys are made of!
Mommy’s loving touch …
Dad’s gentle understanding …
Grandma and Grandpa’s spoiling ways ….
and God, watching over us all.
Thank you, Lord, for the life you’ve given a new beginning!
Yup, we finally got "the" call ...
Hubby's son and DIL are first-time parents of a 8 lb., 3 oz. baby boy, born at 7:58 this morning! They'd elected to keep his gender a surprise from all (save the OB/Gyn) ... not a popular decision with us in-laws and out-laws! (LOL)
Ya, we're mighty tickled! DH's sister and brother-in-law will be here tomorrow night (from Florida), so I hope to have some cute pictures to post real soon. That, and a name! (I sense they'd been expecting a girl; now, it's back to the Baby Dictionary!)
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Isn't hindsight wonderful? When DH and I first toured model homes, we were so taken by the vaulted ceilings. Not so, a few months later when Summer rolled around …. accompanied by ridiculous utility bills. (Hark!... Is that the sound of APS’ stockholders clapping their hands?)
To add insult to injury, our master bedroom occupies the home’s southwest corner. Anyone from Arizona knows what I’m talking about: Ceiling fans and A/C be darned …. it gets HOT in there!!!
In contrast: My definition of the "Perfect Boudoir" has little to do with décor. Rather, it’s a chilly environment, coupled with several sturdy quilts pulled tight up around my chin.
You see, no matter what time of year, I’m unable to sleep without some sort of cover… a nuance of weight. Several of my friends concur. Is this just a chick phenomenon???
I ask because, DH is perfectly content to count zzzz’s atop the bedcovers. How odd! Amateur psychologist Mevely317 asks, “When you were little, did your parents not tuck you in at bedtime?”
…and so it goes. One evening last summer I returned home, informing DH I’d found my next husband. (...just kidding!) No, I don’t recall a face, but overheard him telling a co-worker his home’s thermostat is set at 65 degrees year-round.
No, of course I don’t covet owing my soul to APS, so we’ve compromised on 78-80-degrees, give or take … and I ready my survival kit: frozen washcloths carefully arranged in Ziplock bags, then discretely slipped inside my pillowcases. Last August, I tried putting my pj’s in the freezer prior to bedtime … but that’s a whole ‘nother story that didn’t work out so well.
Just please, don’t take away my blanket!
Saturday, April 11, 2009
OK, I’ve learned a few truths in the last couple weeks:
Do not, under any circumstances, simultaneously begin a diet, stop smoking, file taxes, and attempt to remain “Cheerleader-Cindy” in the face of Very.Scary.Health issues... particularly when the recipient of said issues happens to be your own spousal unit.
I don’t much cotton to Pity-Parties, especially when they're my own.
Know what? We’ve come out the other side, unexpectedly and perfectly Blessed.
… yet I just sucked down a Cheddarwurst (OK, two) then "helped" them digest with a smoke out back, watching the poopy-rain and wondering what in the heck I was doing.
All I can make of this is to thank God for granting me yet another mulligan. Suppose I’ve mentioned this before, but I’m all about second chances, new beginnings. Could be, why I’ve always preferred the Sunrise to sunset?
This time of year, I’m really fortunate to be driving east just as Four Peaks are perfectly silhouetted by the new dawn …
Happy New Year... Happy Easter, indeed!
Ya Gotta Have Friends
Interesting … we overheard a spin jockey tell that Dean Martin and John Wayne were actually close personal friends. “My goodness, what do you suppose those two ever had in common?”, I wondered aloud.
Then, reflecting on my own two BFF’s. What do I have in common with Debbie; with Debra? Very little; in fact, we’re almost polar opposites. Still, we laugh -- at the mundane, the unexpected… at each other, at ourselves.
And, they’re 3AM folk: You know, the kind you’d not hesitate to call at any hour of the day or night … and they’d be Right There, not a whit annoyed. (“Right There” being a relative concept, considering the 1000+ miles physically separating us.)
Well, at this stage of my life I’ve several gal-pals and acquaintances … but few friends. By choice. “Precious and Few”, isn't that a song?
Then, when you least expect it? Thanks to Classmates.com, I was totally blown away to get letter from my very first BFF, Kathy … what, we were 6, 7 years old? Then, another e-mail: She was driving over from San Diego in the next few days; might she drop by for a soda? Whoa! …. Whatever will she think of me, of this house, what if we discover we hate one another? Not really, but nervous thoughts all the same… it’s been near 50 years since her family moved away! Will I recognize her?
Let’s put it this way, I’d have picked her out of a Thanksgiving crowd at O’Hare Airport. And I’m reminded of a Judy Collins’ line, “I look in the mirror through the eyes of the child that was me.” Last Sunday’s visit was brief, yet the warmth was immediate. I’ve a hunch that while our lives have taken such different paths, there’s plenty of laughter and hugs in store for us, too!