Luck

Is there such a thing as luck? I can go either way answering this. While I do not think that the concept of luck exists, some people just seem luckier than others. I can use the casino as an example. I am not a gambler. If I lose ten dollars I will be upset. On the two occasions that I have gone to a casino I have lost. I go with a few dollars and lose it within five minutes. I have a friend that recently won $25,000. He won that on the first pull of the machine.Yesterday, he went to the same casino. He tried two times and on the second try, he won $2,500. Is that luck?

Memory

Some people have good memorys. Some have great ones. The other day I was talking to a few friends about skin spots. I mentioned that I have a spot that looks lighter than the rest of my arm. One friend said that it was the spot where I burned myself. When did I burn myself? I had no recollection of a burn. She said that a few years ago when I was cooking, I leaned against a pan and burned my skin in the exact spot that is now lighter. I did not recall doing that. The more she said it, the memory started to come back. This was at least five years ago. Why did she remember it and I did not? I can remember the minutest detail of unimportant things so why did this slip my mind? That question will remain unanswered.

Seventy Days

There are approximately seventy days of summer. By summer, I mean pool days. This was one of the best summers I can remember in a long time. I spent all weekends and a majority of work afternoons at the town pool. Since many of the women I am friendly with are school teachers, they were there every day. We sat and talked for hours. Some days it was the exact same conversation as the day before, but no one cared. It was just so pleasant. Today, even though it looks cloudy outside, we may all get together and spend the last pool day together. At 10pm tonight the pool is drained and will look empty and sad until next June.

Sweet Sixteen

Last night we went to a Sweet Sixteen. My husband has watched the girl grow up. Her mother is his co worker and she brought her daughter to work most nights so she could make sure she was safe. The little girl did her homework and watched the lab run. She is now a high school senior and on the track team. She is planning on becoming a doctor and hopes that her high grades allow her to go to a good college. No one is quite sure who her father is, but her mother took on the roles of both mother and father and has done a wonderful job. There were two hundred people at the party. The room was decorated as if it was a wedding. The young people dressed beautifully and even put on a dance show. There was enough food to feed an army. The music was loud and everyone danced. We had a wonderful time.

Last Hurrah, Maybe

This is Labor Day weekend. I usually spend it at the town pool. The last three days of summer will come to an end. I am talking about summer vacation, as we all know that summer extends into fall. It is supposed to be sunny today but might rain Sunday and Monday. If that is the case, this may be the last pool day. I had a great summer but it flew by too fast. I will try to squeak out the last moments of today just in case the weather is bad tomorrow.

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.