A Good Tired

I am so tired, but for a good reason. My children just got on the road to go back to Massachusetts. As they left, my granddaughter lifted up her arms for me to hold her. It took two days for her to warm up to me and now she is going home. When my son put her in the car seat she pointed to the seat next to her to tell me that I should come too. I was so happy that she wanted me to go home with her. We had family over for two days and the house is almost back in order. Tonight I will sleep well.

Scammers

I was walking out of the grocery store yesterday when a couple in their late 30's approached me. They had a gas can in their hand. They told me that their car was in the parking lot and they had run out of gas and asked if I could  give them a few dollars so they could put gas in their tank. Of course I said no. Number one, who travels with a gas can in their car? The last time anyone did that was during Hurricane Sandy. I figured that they were thinking if they asked for a few dollars from multiple people, they would make enough money for whatever they intended it for. I got in my car and started to pull away as I saw them approach other people. I passed by them again, rolled down my window and offered a suggestion. I told them that I would be glad to call the police for them, as police will always help out people in need. They looked a bit panicked but said that was not necessary. I left the lot and then called the store manager. He said he would take care of it.

Many Babies

This afternoon my son and his family are coming in from Massachusetts. They have not seen my parents for 10 months and want to have them see their daughter. I will have a house full of babies. My grandson will be there as well as my great niece. I can't wait to see the babies interact as they do not see each other often. Tomorrow I will have more people for dinner and one additional baby. It will be a mini play date.

Proactive

About ten years ago, my son used the word proactive when describing the police department he was applying to in Massachusetts. I never used that word before then, but I use it a lot now. I am a proactive person. I think of step C when I am doing step A. Step B is not far enough down the line for me. I like to be one step ahead of the game. I have a friend who barely thinks of step A. This week, his way of doing things backfired on him. He planned a trip to Hershey Park with his grandson. He made reservations for three nights. A day later he decided two nights were enough. I said to cancel the Thursday night stay on Sunday. He argued that it was fine to do it when he arrived Monday. He got on the road and never really mapped the trip out. Half way there I got the frantic call that he was lost. I got online and directed him in the right direction. When he got to the hotel at 9pm, he told them that he was not staying the third night. They said he had to have cancelled before 6pm that day and there would be the charge for the cancelled night. He went to Hershey Park on Tuesday and while riding the roller coaster, he lost his car keys. I said to take a second set of keys with him since he was traveling far, but he said I was paranoid. I have no idea how he got his car out of the parking lot last night. That was his problem for not listening.

Real Oldies

I went to a concert in the park the other night. It starred 4 "oldies" doo wop groups. I had never heard of two of them although they said they had top 20 hits. The headline group was wonderful. They still had strong voices and sang on key. The other groups were not too good. One in particular was terrible. The men shuffled out onto stage and looked like they were almost 80 years old, which sounds right if their hits were in 1959. Their voices were quivering and they
could not hold a note. They looked strained as they tried to sway to the music. Maybe they were swaying because they were having trouble standing without assistance. I wondered if the town had even auditioned them before hiring them. Sometimes we need to know when we can no longer do what we love and just enjoy what we had.

Where is the Passion?

I have been listening to the PBS concert series lately. They have been featuring the artists from the 1960's and 1970's. Carole King and James Taylor. Peter, Paul and Mary. Joan Collins and other folk singers. Their songs are wonderful and bring back many memories. They sing about their love of this country and how each person needs to love each other. Their music has passion to it. It is calming and peaceful and makes you think about society. They were a cross between beatniks and hippies. I began thinking that our country's passion has disappeared. We have lost our values. We are fascinated by "reality" but the reality we see on the internet or television is all fake. I taped all of the concerts so when reality gets to be too much, I can sit back and listen to better times.

Time

Time is a funny thing. Sometimes we never have enough of it and sometimes we have too much. There never seems to be a happy medium. This morning I got up and needed to look for some papers that I had filed away. The time flew by and before I realized it, 2 hours had gone by. I was in such a rush that I did not have time to write my blog as early as usual. Now I am home and have nothing in particular to do, so time is moving slowly. The minutes and seconds are the same. Our schedule is what dictates how we perceive the time.