The Hunt

The hunt is on for the new "holy grail". My husband's car was sold yesterday and I have now resumed the role of "carpooler". Hopefully he will not  take up soccer as I am done with being a soccer mom. This afternoon I will have to come home from whatever I am doing and drive my husband to his volunteer job. Before I make dinner I will have to drive back and get him. This will be a fifty mile round trip event. Then I will have to take him to start to see cars that might or might not be the best car he ever had....for now. It is always one thing after another and these things become my problems. When I die I want a double wide coffin as my hands and feet will not stop moving around for at least a year. No one ever lets me rest.

Another One Bites The Dust

Yesterday car number 15 was sold. My husband decided that he no longer loved the car he had previously said was the best car he ever had. I had a three year reprieve from the aggravation of selling one car and buying another. To me, a car is a vehicle to get you from one place to another. To him, it holds some sort of emotional attachment. I think he inherited that from "you know who". He sells his car and I am left to do the paperwork and I hate that. He buys another car and I am left to do the paperwork and I hate that even more. At 2:30 pm this afternoon the upset begins. He will now have no car until he finds another one. I pray he does not find a lemon which has happened before. I will be the chauffeur until the new "holy grail" is found. He says that he is a risk taker "living his life". I say that he is a dumb a** man upsetting mine.

Salutations

Our society has become very lax when it comes to respect of others. Decades ago you would never call an elder that was not close to you by their first name. They were Mr. or Mrs. As time moved on our attitudes began to loosen up and first names became the norm. In the South, they use first names but add a salutation in front of them to show respect. Miss Jane or Mr. John is used rather than just Jane or John. I like that. Other cultures, especially Asian ones, are still more formal. I did a lecture Monday night and gave out my business card. It had my first name and last name on it. One of the people that attended the talk was a young Asian man in his mid twenties. He emailed me to ask a question. He started the email with Dear Mrs. (First Name Last Name). In his culture, a teacher is highly respected and is referred to as such. It looked a bit funny to see someone write to me as Dear Mrs. but it made me think. If we showed more respect to each other maybe society would be a bit kinder.

Great Turnout

Last night I had a great turnout at my lecture. Since it is a small library, I did not expect a large crowd. Sixteen people showed up. They were a wonderful diverse group. Some were from Manhattan and some were from as far away as Spain. All of them were pleasant. The topic was happiness and they all realized that no matter how old you are or where you are from, that is all anyone really wants. They all said that they would be returning for the next lecture and took my email address. I had as much fun as they did. 

Happiness

This afternoon I will be back in Manhattan doing the second of a three part lecture series. Today's topic is "The Mindset of Happiness". It will be another brutally hot day out so I am not sure how many people will show up. It is one of my favorite lectures and I truly feel that people can create their own happiness by the attitude they put forth. We may not have control over circumstances that happen to us but we do have control over the way we handle them. While I am not thrilled about going into the city during a heat wave, I am happy that I was asked to do these lectures.

On Time

This morning I am up early even though it is not a work day. I am driving my sister and brother in law to the airport. They are going to the deep South to escape the New York heat. I am up, dressed and waiting to get in the car for the drive to La Guardia airport. I have walked the dog, done paperwork and even did a load of laundry. I will be exhausted and ready for bedtime by 10am.

Scorcher

It is hot out. At 6 am my outdoor thermometer reads over 80 degrees. I am not a heat person. It makes me feel tired and sluggish. Even being at the pool will be tiring. I am a middle of the road person. Not too hot, not too cold. I have no idea how people sit out in the sun on a day like today. I have the air conditioning running and am praying for a small thunderstorm so the heat will let up.