I used to run for fun. Always, for tirelessly very long lengths of time. Up and down hills and on all types of terrain. In rain, wind, sun, heat, snow, it didn’t matter. Now, I’m particular about the terrain, temperature, and distance. Why? Because my knees ache from the surface or the climate or the distance. Again, because I’m older and I’ve been running for over 30 years. My knees don’t like running, but my head and heart love it.
One person’s excellent day might be another person’s Ok day. Since this measurement is almost impossible to account for, perhaps reversing the theory as “It doesn’t get much better than this”, might be a simpler way to measure your happiness.
I’m not sure if my family is the only one that does this. We name our best food dishes after the people who make or who have made them. Although we all make many different types of food, we only have a few specifically named. Noonie’s Spaghetti is a family classic. In my family, if a dish is made often, loved, and requested it gets named.Recently, my daughter went to Europe. Once there, she was proud to tell me that she made Noonie’s Spaghetti in France . This made me smile as this dish is now an international food!
While growing up, the next tables I sat at were at birthday parties with friends. If you got to sit next to the birthday girl or boy, you were stylin! If you got an icing rosette from the birthday cake you were a princess or prince in the Queen or King’s court. Royalty seating and musical chairs was the fashion then.
I ventured out to test my “Smile Project”. I got into my running gear and went for a run. My first subject was a mail carrier. As I ran by her I said, “Good Job Emilie!” and gave her a big thumbs up. She gave me a big smile and hollered, “Thanks, Sue!!!”
I continued along my run. While on a canopied tree-lined street I noticed an older woman, bent over, and trying to walk using a walker. It looked as though she was using the walker to help her cope with a recent injury. I slowed down a bit. As I approached her I said, “You’re doing a great job! Keep it going!” She raised her head, looked at me with the BIGGEST SMILE ever! By the way, she won biggest smile of that day!!!
I’ve asked many friends what their special talent is. Even though some told me they don’t have a special talent, I don’t believe this. I believe everyone is talented in some special way. Perhaps they haven’t tapped into their talent yet?
In Maine, USA public signs are permitted to be written in other languages as long as English appears. So to encourage Quebecers to visit to Ogunquit, the signs are in both English and French. How kind and considerate. The town of Ogunquit wants to encourage French speaking visitors to vacation in their town. Let’s welcome Quebecers to spend their Canadian money even when the US dollar is over $1.30!
The air was cool at 4:30 a.m. We were told to pick the fruits which looked colour filled and unripe. We were told to only eat the fruits which were ripe, but not to eat too many. If we ate too many, our best friend would be the toilet!
Around 5:00-5:30 a.m., the sun began to rise. By 6:30 a.m. we were already hot. So were the fruits. My goal was to climb to the top of the apricot tree and pick the fruits which were hot on the sunny side and cool on the shaded side. I succeeded each morning – so yummy!
Although, I do love going on vacation to my favourite places in the world. In honesty, my ultimate favourite place is… my life at home. The busy life I’ve created for myself. This is where I find contentment.
On the last night of my course, after the last student has left the classroom, I sit there for about 10 minutes alone. It’s done. Ten weeks of lectures, lessons, planning, correcting, assignments, research, etc. It’s all done. The students have left the classroom. At this time, I sit and reflect on what has taken place. I breathe and allow my mind to wonder and contemplate. I hope my students received the learning they wanted. I question myself, did I do the best I can do? Now, it’s time to pack up the final materials from the semester, close the lights and leave the classroom. Sue… Elvis has left the building.
Today, families are not strictly Mother and Father created. There are many families which have two Mother’s and/or two Fathers. Some families may have one Mother or one Father. Some families don’t have Fathers or Mothers. Families can no longer be defined as simply a Mother and Father with children. Our society is too far expanded as all families are unique, not gender based. How’s about your professional family, or your gym family, or your summer camp family, or your choir family, or simply your friend’s family? Mother’s Day and Father’s Day needs to expand with society and be more diverse!
In January of this year, I had the wonderful opportunity to meet Max Domi. From that meeting and with the help of my amazing graphic artist buddy, Michael Domingo, we were able to create a fabulous campaign letter. This has definitely been the best JDRF campaign since 1987!!!!
RUN HOME! RUN HOME!!!!
As the story goes, he was up at bat and struck the ball so hard that it went sailing way out into the outfield. Above all the little heads on the opposing team. It was definitely a home run. Just then the parents and coaches started to scream at him to “RUN HOME! RUN HOME!”
He ran his little body to first base and stood there. The parents and coaches kept on screaming at him to “RUN HOME! RUN HOME!”
5 bucks gets you a small meal. 5 bucks will get you some place, not too far. 5 bucks will get you a beer. 5 minutes will let you snooze. 5 minutes late gives you a grace period. 5 minutes early gives you a moment to relax. Dinner for 5 might get you a round table. I’ll call you back in 5 minutes is polite. A 5 minute hug is priceless!
At a recent dinner, I noticed that the dining table surface suddenly included many cellular phones. Each dinner guest placed their cell phone next to their cutlery. During the dinner, these cell phones received frequent glances and for some, the messaging was constant. The questions to iSelf was, “Who are these virtual guests at our dining table? Who is communication with you? Why is this happening, now?”
SPRING IS HERE!!!! So….Let’s have some fun! Occasionally, I have written messages on my friend’s driveways using street chalk. Happy Anniversary! Congratulations on your half-marathon! Happy Birthday to you! I suppose no one can escape my childish escapades. Sometimes I wonder if I am simply immature for my age? I hope I am.
Some people might be offended by my casual usage of colourful words. I find most words, even curse words, have a particular value in language. However, there are a few personal exceptions.
After I photographed the image, I just stood there and looked at it. I tried to figure out in what direction a car has to travel in order to create this design. The logic of how to create these tracks didn’t astound me as much as my questions of, “Why now? Why me? By whom?” I felt this design was a message. Someone sent me a divine message of love.
The apples in this store actually taste like apples from the orchard. They are fruity in a perfume kind of way. I go out of my way to buy my fruit and vegetables there. However, I seriously need to mention this now, the store smells of spices that sometimes makes me gag!
You might have friends which you are able to share a total balance of conversation with. I call it, “converfriendsation”. It’s the perfect flow of conversation with a friend. I speak, she speaks, I speak, she speaks, etc… It’s like the tick-tock of a grandfather clock. Are you able to tick-tock with a friend?