I Say, You Hear

I have a favorite expression that I "stole" from my friend. I use it frequently when I speak to my children. The saying is, "You don't need to hear it, but I need to say it". As a parent I still worry about my children. I want to tell them things that I know they are already aware of. I want to tell them to watch their children and hold their hands. I want to tell them to cut their kid's food into small pieces. I want to tell them to be careful around swimming pools. My children used to get offended when I told them these things. They would say that they are not babies or idiots. If I did not express my feelings, I would think about them all day. Now, if I premise the unwanted statements with, "You don't need to hear it but I need to say it", they listen. It is amazing how one sentence can change the tone of a conversation.

Spot or Lot

Yesterday I was in Brooklyn. It is so overcrowded. People and cars roaming around like ants. The parking is horrible. You drive around in circles looking for an opening. I am not used to parallel parking. I an used to pulling into a parking lot and finding a spot. I could never live in the city.

No-rvette

Corvette has turned into no-rvette. After searching for the perfect "vette" my husband has come to the realization that it was not the right car to buy. For two months my son and I have talked until we were exhausted trying to convince him not to throw money away on a car that was not right for him. It finally clicked. The Corvette obsession is over. He has moved on to a T-Bird fixation. After working all day yesterday, I was schlepped into Brooklyn to look at a car. It seemed promising but the search will continue for a bit longer until he reaches Nirvana.

Anticipation

I woke up this morning humming the Carly Simon song "Anticipation". Later this morning a man will be driving his Corvette from New Jersey to my house for my husband to see. If it is good we will buy it. My husband has been disappointed three times in the last week and I do not want this to be the fourth time. He has his hopes up and so do I. The man is driving two hours with two cars to hopefully make this deal. He doesn't want to waste a trip. I am hoping that he doesn't.

The Back Up

My computer is getting old and tired. It sometimes just sits there and stares at me when I want to use it. Yesterday it did not want to wake up as early as I did so I had to coax it along. That is when I decided it was time to do a USB back up. I started by looking at what I had saved in the "My Documents" area. I had so much junk in there. Things that I felt were important years ago no longer mattered to me. I deleted the nonsense stuff and began the back up. It took three USB's to finish the job. The only thing that really mattered was saving the pictures of my grandchildren and my teaching booklets. A computer is like a closet. If you cannot remember what is in it, you don't really need it.

Summer's Ending

Today marks the last weekend in August. For many it is the last weekend of summer even though that does not officially happen until mid September. Things change after today. Vacations are over. The roads will be crowded again. The relaxed mindset changes back to work mode. When we wake up tomorrow the aura is different. I have no idea where the time went. I did more this summer than in past ones, but I am ready to have the weather cool down and have things return to normal.

Car Cation

I feel exhausted as if I just came back from a vacation road trip. Last night we drove to Staten Island in search of a perfect car. As usual all that glitters is not gold and something on paper is different than something in reality. We got on the road at about 5pm to look at a car that was located after the first exit over the Verrazano Bridge. Unfortunately after we exited the parkway, we still had a half hour ride. The traffic was horrendous and we actually had to stop at a gas station to use the bathroom. After a two hour ride, we arrived at the house where the car was and as we drove up my husband said, "I don't like that color. It looked different online. I do not want this car". We got out and "faked" enthusiasm so we did not insult the car's owner. We stayed for 7 minutes and got back into the car for another 1 1/2 ride home. Except for a 7 minute break, I was in the car for almost 4 hours. I could have been to Boston. He still does not have a car and has no real prospects as the one car he might want to see has a crazy owner who we don't want to deal with. Three down, who knows how many more to go .