A Day Early

We are celebrating Father's Day one day early. Due to people's work and family schedules, it just worked out this way. A day is a day and it doesn't really matter as long as family is together. For many years, I had a dual celebration. My oldest son was born on Father's Day weekend 33 years ago. That is why it became tradition for me to have a barbeque. He could not come to New York this weekend, but the best he could do was in 2 weeks on a Thursday. I will take what I can get, as long as I see his face. It is a beautiful day and I am looking forward to having my family here.

Great Group

I lectured last night on Amsterdam Avenue at the Public Library. It is at my favorite library. The community room is beautiful with floor to ceiling glass doors and shiny hardwood floors. Even the wooden chairs matched the decor. This library attracts a lovely group of people, both men and women. Even though I had a 6 page booklet to work from, we only got through 2 questions. The group was vocal and interested in each other. The hour flew by. I hope they ask me back.

Lecture Time

This afternoon I will be lecturing on the upper west side of Manhattan. This is my favorite library to speak at. The last time I was there, the nicest group of women showed up. They were all business women and extremely intelligent and interactive. The room that I spoke in was just renovated, so that added to the atmosphere. I never know who will be attending or how many, so as each person walks in, I am surprised. This is the last lecture of the spring session, After this, I wait to see which branches want me to speak in the Fall.

Emails

I love the world of email. It is so cut and dry. I had to contact a business associate yesterday but did not want to go through all of the social graces that a telephone call entails. I wanted to ask a question and get an answer. Nothing more, nothing less. I wrote the email at 9am and by 9:15 am I had my answer. Everything should be so easy.

Scenic Route

As I was driving to work last week, I noticed a new sign on the parkway. I could not read it, but it was a blue sign with  writing on a black background. It looked like a sign that tells you about what attractions are at the next exit. For the next few days, every time I passed the sign, I tried to read it. I could not seem to catch the wording. Finally, yesterday, I was going at a slow enough pace to see what the sign said. It said, "Polish American Museum" and "Falaise Mansion". What? I am living here for 34 years and never knew of a Polish American Museum. I have heard of the mansion. What is so important about these two minor attractions that warranted taxpayer dollars to pay for a sign? This sign is so small that it is a distraction.

Rescheduling

This morning I will have to reschedule one of my doctor's weeks. He and his wife had their first child over the weekend, so he will not be in this week. All of his patients knew this was going to happen. Most of them will be fine with it, but some of them will not. People tend to think that doctors do not have a life outside of the office and are only alive to fulfill the patient's needs. I know that I will be speaking to a few upset people that do not think that this man needs to be at home for a few days. I will need to set them straight.

53 days

After 53 days of being out on disability, my husband is returning to work. It actually went by fast. When the doctors said he would have to be home for 6 to 8 weeks, it seemed like an eternity. The first two weeks were hard as he was not very mobile. Things had to be adapted to help him. Then he seemed to enjoy the time off. He did home improvements and built a train village. He said it was for his grandchildren, but I knew it was for him. While he is happy to be able to work again, he is not happy that he has to go back to work. He was getting too comfortable.