I started saying this after we moved from a smaller city to this here big city where nothing is straightforward or easy. Instead of whining about everything, I adopted this point of view. It has served me well.
3. Say thank you.
It’s good manners. It’s a prayer. It makes your mother happy. So why not demonstrate your grasp of successful interpersonal relationships and say it, huh?
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What are your three rules? Or do you have more than three a laLeroy Jethro Gibbs? Please share in comments below– or on your own blog. We’d love to know.
Yesterday I went to the hair salon to have my hair highlighted and cut. Someone had decorated the salon for Christmas already. Everywhere.
Some of the decorations I recognized– like a fake pine garland with bulbs and bows draped over the top of the mirrors. I recognized the canned Christmas songs playing endlessly.
But I couldn’t figure out what the large objects suspended from the ceiling were– nor why they were hanging over each stylist’s work counter. In their way.
J, my stylist, saw me looking at one of the large Christmasy objects and said: “You don’t know what that is, do you?”
J: “It’s a Christmas tree, fully decorated with bulbs and icicles, hanging upside down. The ornament on the top– or bottom depending on you perspective– is supposed to twirl around in a circle all the time. But mine’s broken right now.”
Me: “Huh? That’s… well– OH MY!”
J: “You did a nice job of saying something pleasant. Most people aren’t that nice about these trees.”
Me: “Why do you have them anyhow?”
J: “The owner was an interior decorator before he did hair. He thinks that all this Christmas decorating is stylish and trendy. He thinks that it’s clever.”
J: “I know. Don’t even try to think about it. It’ll make your head explode. It’s ugly and it’s too soon.”
Me: “Yes it is.”
After paying for my highlight and cut, I gave J a big tip. She’s going to need all the help she can get to make it through a holiday season with an upside down rotating Christmas tree dominating her work space– and confused, outspoken customers commenting on her boss’s stupidity cleverness.
√ I tried three new recipes. One, Roasted Grape And Pecan Stuffingfrom Ladies’ Home Journal Nov ’11, was a keeper. The other two, which I found online, were not worth the bother. So it goes. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
√ I’m still fussing around with what to do about the drapes in the eat-in part of the kitchen. Bay window, round table– and I’m indecisive about how high to hang the drapes. All sorts of variables for me to fret over. Life is in the details.
√ I made us mint juleps with the end of the mint from our herb garden. The weather forecast says that we’ll have a hard frost this week, so I doubt that the mint will be there next weekend. Waste not, want not.
√ I went with Zen-Den to a professional football game on Sunday afternoon. The weather was in the lower 60s and Luther Vandross sang the national anthem. We were in a box with a mellow group of people. No stress, no fuss. Just comfy seats and good food– watching the home team almost win. Every little thing gonna be all right.
In the course of getting to know a person have you ever seen a photo of the inside of his or her home and:
knew immediately that you two were on the same healthy wavelength & moving to the same vibe? Or,
knew instantly that this person was not mentally balanced & that it was time to walk away from the relationship?
I’ve had both situations happen to me in the last month.
I’m not talking about judging the decorating style of a home as acceptable or unacceptable according to your own vision of beauty. That’s subjective.
I’m talking about seeing how things are put together in someone’s home and realizing that this is not how self-aware, sane people do things. That all your vague, non-specific doubts about this person have been confirmed by one glimpse within his or her home. That he or she is, indeed, just as crazy as you sensed he or she might be.
My message here? Pay attention. Trust your gut. Live happier.
If only I’d known this at a younger age, I could have avoided lots of awkwardness and craziness. But I didn’t.
As of today I’m one-third of the way through my commitment to post something on this blog every day this month.
√ I’m amazed by how easy it is for me to come up with ideas about what to write here each day. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised; I’m a generalist after all.
√ On the flip side, I’m worn out by the actual writing and posting of said ideas. Daily posting takes more time than you can possibly imagine– says the free spirit who usually keeps this blog on a more casual basis.
√ As per my desire to meet more bloggers, I’ve introduced myself to 10 bloggers who are also doing NaBloPoMo. Seven have stopped by here to say “hi!” right back. Good to know that there are other people who are willing to reach out and meet someone new.
√ The total word count on my posts to-date is: 2765. If I was doing NaNoWriMo, which asks a person to commit to writing a 50,000 word novel during the month of November, I’d be at the 16,667 word count mark by now. Clearly, I’m a blogger and not a novelist. A woman’s got to know her limits.