Hello

I’ve never been good at goodbyes she said, and now I know that he isn’t either.  I don’t know why that reply to a recent blog post is sticking in my head.  I think my fear is that knowing you’re not good at goodbyes might hold you back from the hellos.  I can’t think of two people more destined to say hello than these two people.  I don’t know them nearly as well as I know their energy, especially hers.  It has depth and breadth and magnitude. They are made of circumstance and substance.  I know, I am too.

But I’m good at goodbyes.  I’ve said goodbye to people, dogs (both living and dead), places that I thought were mine (but not so much), perfect kitchens, cottages that could easily be moved to the Cape, and a life that was far too hard to live.

I’m good at a certain kind of hello, the kind that gets people to talk to me about themselves and their stuff.   The kind of hello that puts a room at ease while putting insulation around me I can pull off pretty well.  People always say hello to me, always. My friend Sandra says, “It’s the face…”.

I had a huge Ah Ha moment the other morning while walking the dogs.  Down the street came our friend Steve and his dog Karma (yes the dog’s name is Karma) and the girls lunged.  Tails wagging, happy crying and woofing and it occurred to me that they weren’t lunging to attack, they just didn’t know how to say hello.   Oh no.

Do I know how to say hello?  Saying hello to someone standing right in front of you, for no other reason than to make their acquaintance, can be difficult if your capacity to trust has been diminished.  What will their reaction be?  Will they like you?  Are they what they appear to be?  Question after question go through your mind at lightning speed and somehow the hello never comes out of your mouth.

Goodbyes are based mostly in the fact that people change.  If you changed, if they changed, someone changed.   Hello brings the promise of things changing, something going right, things falling together.  Marilyn Monroe said it best, “I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they’re right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.”

Not entirely sure that I should follow her philosophy but I get it.  It’s the yin and yang.  So now what?  Practice practice practice?  Examine your motivation?  Take a chance?  All these things require courage and a certain vulnerability that will come in time if only…you can learn to trust someone other than just yourself.

Trusting in myself, oh OK that I get it.  There is a saying from my old life, what’s the worst that can happen?  Too often in my old life I found out exactly what the worst was that could happen.  But now, with every week and month and year that goes by I can see what the best is that can happen.  I just gotta know like I know that hello won’t bite me in the ass.  There it’s out there.
 

 

Pinky Swear

Once the mainstay of all promises adolescent, I wonder is the pinky swear dead?  This was the outward consummation of all promises that were binding for life.  It cannot be broken by anything including the crossing of fingers and toes.  Press your thumbs together at the end while stating the promise and the deal is sealed.   It became the pinky swear because if you didn’t live up to your promise you risked having your pinky cut off.  The good news is that if a pinky swear is broken all bets are off; you owe that person nothing from the past or going forward.

Can one make a pinky swear by phone?  By email? By text? Do the words pinky swear in themselves cement a deal?  I wonder.  I’d like to think that one can make a pinky swear by text as it’s one of the ways I’ve been trying to get my dear friend back to her fitness class.  She’s stuck, or discouraged, or something, surely not just lazy.  Truth be told, she’s fun, entertaining, full of stories and I miss her.  I should check my motivation, I guess, because I’m a bit tired of going to class alone.  It takes more and more to motivate myself as the days grow shorter and the wind gets colder.  Staying home with a glass of wine and a good book is ever more tempting.  But I go.

I believe in the power of a pinky swear and I hope that she decides that her health and the continued camaraderie of good friends, good music and increased energy is more important than a glass of wine and a good book.  Besides, I don’t know how much longer I can make it on my own.  Baby its cold outside.

Chevy Update-Adopted!

I never knew until that moment how bad it could hurt to lose something you never really had. ~From the television show The Wonder Years

It’s one of those lessons you learn over and over again.  In the spirit of Thanksgiving I am grateful that our little Chevy has found a forever home. I’m also sad as hell that it wasn’t with Aunt Tootsie.

In a series of funny, happening at the same time, one of us lurking one way while the other was lurking another way texts, our Thanksgiving holiday unfolded something like this:

Me to Toots:  There’s a video of our little Chevy on his 11th Hour page.  He’s got a foster home. Thought you should know.

Toots to Me:  LOL Thought you should know his foster family couldn’t “handle him” so we are taking him home for the weekend until 11th Hour reopens after the holiday.

Me to Toots: LOL that little dog is going to wind up with you yet.

Toots to me et al:  He’s back!!!!!!!!!!

And their holiday unfolded with joy and two dogs playing and the family getting to know him and snuggling on the couch while watching the game, and falling asleep to the sound of small doggy snoring.  Thankfulness all over the place.

Come Friday, you hear the news you think you were hoping for all along and suddenly you’re taking that same damn ride to Mt. Olive again to meet a possible forever family.  Aunt Toots was asked to do the second meet and greet with the prospective forever family.  They passed the application criteria.  They have a puggle girl (according to Toots not as cute as Chevy). They know the breed.  Now the only thing that remains is for the two dogs to meet.

Toots to me et al: Chevy is adopted and has a sister Lulu! I met the family and they are thrilled.  Me…Not so much, I’ll miss the little fella.

Me to Toots:  You did a wonderful thing Toots, your status in the universe is permanently cemented, love u

Toots to me et al:  ….It’s all good.  Lots of tears…again! Mark is taking me for a Bloody Mary.  Love u all.

So in the scheme of things the Bloody Mary will help for a minute but lessening the imprint left on Aunt Tootsie’s heart might take a minute or two more.  It’s what we want for any shelter dog, the opportunity to have a forever home of their own.  The trick is not to get attached in that shadowy period between you’ve got them until they’ve got a good home and you’ve got them and don’t ever want to let them go. Nearly impossible to do unless your heart can be dragged out and tucked back in with the greatest of ease.  Only after many foster dogs can the ache be minimized but I assure you even the strongest of foster Momma’s shed a tear.

As for our darling, Tootsie I meant what I said about her status in the universe. As she has planted, so does she harvest; such is the field of karma. ~Sri Guru Granth Sahib

 

 

 

 

 

Future Considerations

So many terrific things happened in the past week (there were a few pain in the ass moments too) that I felt compelled to make a list of future considerations.  Points that have somehow wound their way through this past week to make it what it was and how to capture them to create circumstances that will continue the trend.

10.          Opinions – I’ve got them, shocking I know. One’s personal opinions are never wrong by virtue of the fact that they are opinions. Completely ignore anyone who says your opinions are wrong because their ignorance of the concept of opinion is self-serving and ignorant. Even if their opinions are based in incorrect data you are not going to change them and they are entitled to their view.  I want to base my own opinions in well-rounded fact finding, openness to varied views combined with personal experience and strong emotional links.  In other words, stay current, well read and open to new ideas.  I’ve also learned that it is not always necessary to share ones opinions…so much more on that later.

9.            Plan B –I’ve been there done that, living in perpetual Plan B isn’t healthy, soulful, or fun in any way.  However, shit happens and sometimes the best of intentions can get thrown under the bus.  Learn to distinguish when plan B is just an excuse for laziness, blatant disregard for me or when any number of real life factors intervenes to create an unavoidable and unintentional slight.  Recognize those who continue to force you into Plan B and get them out of your life quickly, at the very least demote them to arm’s length status to avoid any further pain in the ass moments.

8.            Exercising –It can be mind-numbingly boring…..I really want to find more ways to exercise that are fun.  They’re out there, so I’ll open myself up to seek help, ask, join, enlist people who can rally round my quest…and find a way to make exercising something I want to do on my own and with like- minded buddies. You know the ones that need to be pushed and prodded to get going.

7.            Posture –It’s important, you don’t want to look like your Grandmother, and you can easily look 5-10 lbs. thinner just by standing up straight. I need to find a way to recognize the slouch and picture my mother giving me that poke in the back to make me stand up straight. Catching that off handed glimpse in the mirror is getting frightening.  Agghhh

6.            Eating –Do not use food for anything other than for what it was intended, nourishment and joy. Read and reread Peter Kaminsky’s Culinary Intelligence.  Value the flavor per calorie (FPC) concept.  Never beat myself up for enjoying anything wonderful (i.e. Haagen Dazs Carmel Cone Ice Cream, Rispoli’s sfigliatele) and always try to use food for energy, nutrients and love.

5.            Laughing –This is an essential part of daily, yes daily, living.  It should be done often, loudly, and with abandon.  It should be done alone and with others.  This is a fundamental piece of my living. Thank you Willa for your ever insightful and hilarious mini FB blog posts.

4.            Companionship – Can you find joy in every day?  Those with kindness, humor, common interests, loving and patient ways need only apply.

3.            Friends – Facebook has it pretty well covered when it comes to categorizing and required actions. New friends are not immediate close friends, old friends are unimaginably more valuable than close friends and require a list of their own, and an acquaintance is not any less for their limited prominence in my life.  The need to establish settings/boundaries is important and to recognize when one must unfriend someone is immeasurably beneficial to one’s own well-being.

2.          Family, family, family.  One does not have to have been born into to be a family member.  My family is everything to me.  My extended family is everything to me.  Family, family, family.

1.            Health – Be your own advocate, take the time to know your body, do not procrastinate and be not afraid of anything.  Be kind to your body, it will take you far into your crotchety old age if given the chance.

These are my future considerations. Define your list, be it consideration, bucket or f**k it.  Know where you’ve been, learn from your experiences, and create your future.  This list has been a long time in the making and will morph and grow over time.  In each of these considerations a bit of legacy will take shape and carry me well into my very old, need a sippy cup for my wine, pastry loving old age.   I know like I know.

Veterans Day

Many people confuse Memorial Day and Veterans Day. Memorial Day is a day for remembering and honoring military personnel who died in the service of their country, particularly those who died in battle or as a result of wounds sustained in battle. While those who died are also remembered on Veterans Day, Veterans Day is the day set aside to thank and honor ALL those who served honorably in the military – in wartime or peacetime.

It means we can look to our left or to our right and thank a veteran in our neighborhood, our workplace, our church, our gym, and our schools and all over our country.   They are alive, they are working, they are setting examples through ordinary lives being well lived.  They seldom discuss their service and shy away from the spotlight but make no mistake they are among you and even now impacting your lives.

The numbers of veterans I know and love are many.  They have taught me so many things, most recently how to raise two little rescue girls from Arkansas, thank you Shawn, the value of a good long walk, thank you Alan, the value of education, thank you Rawleigh, how to truss a roast, thank you Paulie and how to keep my Aunt Millie’s Easter Bread a valued tradition, thank you Jack. My thanks are heartfelt for the patience and generosity these men have shown over the years and I’m glad they are still around and among us to this day.

The veterans that I’ve lost are forever in my heart and memory.  The strength and legacy of each of them will far outlast their being among us on a day to day basis. Although I wish my father and my friend Cookie were still here, I make it my business to keep their names on everyone’s lips.

This is the first year that we will no longer have a living veteran to honor from World War I.  Rest in peace knowing that your honor follows you and we remain grateful for your service. Give thanks today for all that you have, it is yours because of a Veteran.  Let them know their service was appreciated.