Picture Perfect

I am not a good picture taker. Never rely on me to chronicle an important event. You will surely be disappointed. The pictures will be blurry, shaky and just bad. Some people have a steady hand and a good eye. I am not one of those people. Once at a family party I was given the chore of recording the birthday cake cutting. I thought the recorder was on. It wasn't. I still feel bad about that one. I actually redid the scene with stuffed animals in place of the people. While it got a good laugh, it was not the same.

Good Reader

If you read to a child from an early age, they will have the love of reading. My grandchildren have been read to from day one. When I babysit my grandson, part of the evening is spent reading. He is at the point where he has memorized the words to books so he can "read" to me. Last night I read him a few books. When we were done, he looked at me as said, "Grandma, you are a good reader". I couldn't think of any better compliment.

Same Color

For the past few years I have been coloring my own hair. I do it for convenience. I do not want to sit in the beauty parlor any longer than it takes to cut my hair. No matter what brand or color I choose, it always comes out the same. Some brands have number color coding. I have used numbers 8, 8N, 9, 9N and this time I used 9 1/4N. It looks the same. I have used blond, light ash blond, light natural blond, light golden blond and just plain old light blond. It looks the same. I am not sure if this happens with the other color shades like brown or red. The companies should just limit to three choices. Vanilla, chocolate and strawberry.

New Path

My office is embarking on a new path. After many years of being at a standstill due to one of the owners being ill, we are on the road again. While we remained stuck other practices moved forward. We lost our edge. The time has come to get on the road again. Originally we set the standard and we plan on doing that again. We are sending our doctors to be trained in another type of therapy. That will make us the only psychology private practice on Long Island to have various integrated treatments. We are creating new print ads.We are revamping what use to be, into what will be.

Passing It On

This weekend my husband went to tag sales. He needed nothing, but I knew he would not come home empty handed. He saw a 1960's or 70's transistor radio and had to have it. When my parents were cleaning out their house they threw away a better one. Somehow the better one was called "junk". He saw the radio and asked if it worked. The seller said he did not know. My husband bought it anyway. You guessed it. It was broken. He said, "It was only" $5. I said it was $5 too much. Feeling a bit guilty, he decided to sell it on eBay. He listed it as "Broken, does not play". You need to be totally honest when you sell on eBay. He listed it Sunday at 5pm. By 6pm, it was sold to someone who had almost the same name as him but lived in Minnesota. Was it dumb or dumber or did lightening strike twice?

Blue Jeans

The other day I was emailed a picture of my new granddaughter. She was less than a week old. She was wearing blue jeans. I found that funny. A tiny little girl dressed in jeans and a polo. Back when I was a baby we only wore dresses. Then in the 70's we started to dress the girls in a more comfortable way. When my older son was in a playgroup, all of the girls wore pants. In those days leggings were the big thing. I remember one of the little girls coming to playgroup in a fancy crinoline dress. It was green with puffy sleeves and had ribbons on it. Bear in mind that this was over thirty years ago and I still have that vivid memory because she looked out of place. She looked so old fashioned. Styles have changed and at one week old,  my granddaughter has a better wardrobe than I do.

In My Space

There is a concept of personal space. Most people adhere to it. Some do not. We all know of the close talkers. People that come five inches from your face. Too close for comfort. I wonder why they have to be on top of you. Don't they feel how close they are? The close talkers are bad enough but what about the close drivers? The kind that look like they are attached to your trunk. They are so close that you cannot see them in your sideview mirrors. Most of us either drive slower to get them to go around us or just move out of the lane. I sometimes try to imagine that I am driving that close to the car ahead of me. I think that I would feel scared that they would brake quickly and I would crash into them. The expression "arms length" makes so much sense.