Your Word Is Your Bond

"Your word is your bond" is a common expression. I use it in certain situations and I have heard it used by other people. It is a statement that shows trust. It is not copywrited for only a few people to use. That is why I do not understand the big controversy when Mrs. Trump used it in her speech. Who cared if Obama's wife used the same term. Each one was using a sentiment that reflected what she felt her husband's values are. If we have free speech, everyone has the right to say what they feel. The press needs to stop picking apart every syllable that is uttered and concentrate on what really matters. Fixing the United States and returning it to how it used to be.

Half Way

I woke up this morning and realized that we are half way through the summer. Is it just me or is the time flying by? At this point in the year I count my months by when I will see my granddaughters again. I see them in 10 days. The next time will be eight weeks. After that another eight weeks. Then two weeks. I am now up to January 2017. Then I count the time until I see my parents in Florida. Four weeks then eight weeks then eight weeks. I am now in May 2017 and the next summer begins. Life is flying by at breakneck speeds. It is a good thing that my beauty cream is working so well. I do not look like I have aged in a year.

Clouds

My Aunt Anne moved to Florida in the 1970's. She passed away many years ago. I remember one of her sayings vividly. She would wake up every morning, look outside and say, "Oh sh*t, another sunny day". I understand what she meant by that. In the summer when you get up and it is sunny, you feel the responsibility to be outside making the most of the day. I belong to the town pool so I try to go there every sunny day, even if I do not really want to. I feel obligated to spend time there as I know the warm sunny days of summer are limited. This morning I got up to see the clouds and rain. I was overjoyed. I can do whatever I want to or just stay inside. I feel relieved.

Mark Up

At what point does the price of an item get so marked up that you just cannot buy it? When you calculate what is costs to make and what the charge is, sometimes it is so out of proportion that even though you want to buy it, you just can't. We are planning a going away party for Tuesday and the doctor is orthodox so the food needs to be kosher. All we wanted was baked ziti and salad. We looked on the menu and the tray of ziti with sauce and no meat was $85. The large salad was $55. We figured out that 3 boxes of ziti cost $3.00 and sauce costs less than $6. Less than $9 is selling for $85. Salad costs about $5.00 so $55 is a bit high. After discussing these prices with my boss we decided on 3 pizza pies.

Job Description

Last evening one of my young receptionists called me and sounded upset. It seems that a patient had thrown paper towels into the toilet and now it was stuffed. My boss told her to put her hand into the toilet and fish them out. She told me that she did not want to do that. I agreed with her. It is totally unsanitary and not in her job description. I asked if any of the male volunteers were there and she said yes. I told her to get a broom and have them fish out the paper towels with the end of it. If they did not want to do that, then the bathroom would have to be out of order until I call maintenance in the morning. If my boss was not happy with that solution she could call me. I would never ask anyone to do anything that they feel uncomfortable with. I never got a call back. I will see what I find when I arrive at the office this morning.

Story Land

My granddaughters are on vacation. This morning they are off to Story Land in New Hampshire. They will be joined by other family members for a few days. Last year they had a tea party with Cinderella. I am sure they will have another one this year. I have never been to New Hampshire but the pictures they sent last year were beautiful. In my mind New Hampshire is a kind and gentle state where everyone loves each other. I picture it as a sanctuary from the craziness of life. I could be totally wrong but I want to keep that delusion alive.

The Claw

This morning I needed to open a bottle of Gatorade. I twisted and turned it. It did not budge. I put it under warm water. Still no movement. I got out a dish towel and tried to pry it open. Nothing still. I had to open it so I could transfer it into a smaller bottle to take to work. After trying for a few minutes I began to rummage through my utensil drawer. I saw a lobster claw cracker. I took it out and it was just wide enough to go around the bottle cap. I clutched it like the jaws of life and twisted the cap. It finally opened. Victory!