I have a cousin who likes to talk on the phone. She usually calls at exactly the same time that I am ready to unwind in quiet bliss for the first time since the alarm went off at 5 a.m. Truthfully, I don’t want to open my mouth in the evening for anything except maybe that nice glass of merlot staring at me. All I need to do is say, “Ahhh” and the conversation is over
I don’t know. Maybe I’m getting too jaded from constantly hearing all the bad news about the economy. Night after night we get pelted with ominous warnings from newscasters about the slow growth of the job market, the exorbitant cost of health care and the continued loss of jobs.
Remember those back to school commercials from a few years ago that featured ecstatic parents gliding along on a shopping cart in a school supply store? Their darling children stood frozen and expressionless as a voiceover could be heard singing, “It’s the most wonderful time of the year!”
The hot dogs and hamburgers are on sale, ice-cream prices are slashed in half and the stores can’t give the lemonade away. Yes! Its Labor Day weekend. Now as far as I know, the United States is the only country that actually celebrates ‘labor’ to the extent that it was made a national holiday.
Something different happened to me a few days ago. I had a great weekend. Now I’m not a fan of superlatives because they are way overused. Have you noticed that a lot of people often describe their most common experiences in a way that depicts them as either ‘winners’ or ‘losers’.
One sure sign that we are in the waning days of summer is the new crop of TV commercials that are now beginning to air. They try to get us into the fall spirit by enticing us to buy back to school supplies, new cars, spiffy clothes, computers, and even more back to school supplies.
I used to wonder if I failed my daughter. Since she is my only child, it really hurts when I don’t do something right the first time, because I never get a do-over with a second kid. So you can imagine the lingering torment, anguish and nightmares I experienced after learning that my daughter….drum roll here….. WOULD NOT APPLY TO IVY LEAGUE SCHOOLS!
I recently celebrated another birthday. A really big one, I might add, but, unlike many past birthdays, I thoroughly enjoyed this one. Not because of the surprise party my family set me up for or even because of the nice gifts I received from everyone who came. No, I had a great birthday this year because for the first time, in a very long time, I prepared myself for the arrival of the day I would officially be deemed ‘old’.
I know I have no reason to complain. Even if I did squawk about not getting all those little projects done that I promised myself would NOT go undone this summer, no one would listen.
I read the newspaper religiously every day. In fact, not reading the paper feels, to me, the same way it does when you discover that you left the house without a wristwatch on, like something’s missing. Sometimes I even read two or three different newspapers just to see what one paper considers front page news that other papers don’t. It’s amazing how the news can differ in importance from one read to the next.