Can Struction

Yesterday I went to a local art exhibit with my sister. It was called Canstruction. Various clubs, schools and organizations got together to have a contest about who could construct the best subject matter only out of cans of food. There was a "Dory" exhibit, a lighthouse, a glass of milk with Oreo cookies, a menorah, a bell, a house, Charlie Brown and friends and a few more. We walked around and thought they looked okay but nothing too special. They were a pile of cans. My sister had her camera and took pictures. When she reviewed the pictures as we were about to leave, we were shocked. The camera saw a totally different view. It saw the heights and depths of the cans. It saw the pictures within the pictures. It saw words spelled out. Each exhibit was actually stunning. We stood in front of each one again looking with our eyes and then through the camera's lens. Two totally different pictures. We were glad we went.

The Size Of Love

Years ago I was at work when a patient noticed a ring I was wearing. It was a large cubic zirconia that was almost outlandish in size. Just by looking at it you knew it was not a real diamond. If it was, I would not be working at a doctor's office. I would be jetting around Europe with my entourage. She looked at my hand and said that my husband must really love me to get me such a big ring. She was a middle aged woman who was never married so she must have had a fantasy in her head about love. When we see celebrities get engaged, they get huge diamond rings. Ten carats, fifteen carats. The rings cost in the millions of dollars. People tend to assume that these people have a magical love story. The bigger the ring the stronger the love? Those people never stay together for too long. They split during the engagement or shortly after the marriage. Look around. The happiest women are the ones with 1/2 to 1 carat rings. Their love comes from their hearts not from a stone on their finger. 

What Degree

Why are temperature degrees different from heat to air conditioning? In the summer when it is hot out we set the air conditioning to 72 degrees. We freeze. In the winter we set the heat to 72 degrees and we sweat. Isn't 72 still 72 whether it is from heating  or cooling? Is a cool 72 different than a hot 72? All I know is that either way my morning receptionist is not happy.

Egg Shells

Solving problems are like picking out eggshells from a dish. Have you ever cracked an egg and an eggshell dropped into the bowl? We can try our hardest to chase the eggshell but it gets away from us. We try with a fork. We try with a spoon. We try with our fingers. It keeps alluding us. The simple way to solve the problem is to scoop it out with a bigger piece of eggshell. The large piece attracts the smaller piece. They cling to one another and out it comes, in one second. Problem solving is like that. We can try many methods, but when we try the right one it is easy.

Daylight

I am dressed and ready for work but I will not leave my house for a while. I am waiting for daylight.Two months ago the light streamed in my bedroom window at 5am. Now it is almost 7am and it is still as dark as night. I prefer to drive in the daylight so it is a waiting game. I remember the clocks being turned back the second or third week in October. Someone moved it to November 6. Who did that? Was there a vote? I was never asked. So here I sit, waiting to see the light.

Reaping

Sometimes you reap what you sow and you don't even know it. My parents have sown a huge crop over the years. There is nothing they would not do for me and my sister. Now that they are older we do things for them. Some things they are not even aware of. This week my sister has logged in tens of hours discussing my parent's utility bills. Credits were not applied and billing was incorrect. Each person says they have solved the problem but the next day the problem is still there or even worse. She has called and chatted with various people and computers. Since my sister has taken over paying most of the bills, my parents are unaware of the time she is spending on their behalf. She does not want to be thanked for all of her efforts. She is just silently returning to them what they have done for us over the years.

Sense of Time

Most of us have a sense of time. I never realized that dogs also have one. Shelby likes to go to sleep at 8pm. He sleeps upstairs in my room. Ever since Hurricane Sandy he got used to being there. No matter what time he is walked, at promptly 8pm he barks and runs up to the kitchen gate to be let upstairs. In the morning, he gets up with me at 6:15am. I can go to the bathroom during the night and he never stirs. When I go to the bathroom at 6:15am, he jumps up and waits at the door. My actions are the same during the night as they are at 6am. How does he know the time? Last time I checked, he was not wearing a watch.