When I was in high school – let’s see, that was in the 60’s! – our Walgreens had a restaurant area. It was sort of a diner with a counter with stools. Very retro now, but commonplace at the time.
I worked there after school and for two summers my last year of high school. I was the youngest one there, not counting the busboys.
Even so, I was always on the cash register when I worked. I never understood that. Was I the only one that could count?
I did learn to give change the proper way, however, which is a big pet peeve of mine to this day, when I get all my change handed to me in a pile. I don’t know what to do with a clump of change.
Anyway, we carried everything on big metal trays. Until the day I spilled six tall milk shakes in glass containers that broke when they hit the floor. That was an interesting day.
I learned to carry five plates of food at one time. I can still do that today. It really impresses the grandchildren.
Every Saturday, I manned the counter, which was a nightmare. Hundreds of kids coming in, wanting a water and a Coke. I would tell them, “You can have one or the other, not both.” I wasn’t going to work that hard for no tip.
And usually on those Saturdays, I didn’t make enough in tips to buy my meal.
And then once a month we had a hot dog stand, which was manned by, guess who? Yes, me! Again, a million kids and no tips. A waitress’s nightmare.
But did I learn a lot working in the little diner! The experience changed my life totally for the better.
Whenever I got discouraged about continuing on in school, I would look at the other waitresses. They were mostly single, in their forties, supporting families on what they made working at our little Walgreens. The encouraged me daily to stay in school and further my education.
I learned perserverence and devotion from a wonderful man who brought his autistic son to the counter every Saturday. It was their routine. The son never spoke but the dad always laughed and smiled. He seemed to be having the best time, when it must have been so difficult for him.
Two of my favorite waitresses pierced my ears in the stock room one day. My one single act of rebellion in high school. It felt wonderful and I wasn’t a bit afraid.
One of the greatest things I learned from those wonderful waitresses was to be kind and gracious to everyone. Greet everyone with a smile and a lilt in your voice. Give a bit more than is asked of you. And always be proud of your work. Whatever you do, do your best. Work as a team.
While I was working there, a few waitresses learned that the busboys were eating some of the leftover food they were picking up from the tables. This bothered them so, that they got other waitresses to start splitting their tips with the boys so they could buy their meals. This really impressed me at the time and has stayed with me my whole life. The fact that people who have so little would be willing to give to those who have even less. I’ve never forgotten.
Those days at Walgreens were wonderful. I learned to be a fast and efficient waitress. I learned to talk “diner.” I learned what return customers meant by “the usual.”
I learned to be responsible and handled money. I became more grown up. I took my lickings with a smile. I was proud of my paycheck.
I owe those waitresses a lot. More than they ever knew. They helped my grow. They helped me mature. They kept me in school.
In so many ways they have affected my whole life.
Thank you, ladies!
Things are so different right now, I am having trouble adjusting. I used to have a full schedule. I knew what I was going to do every day. My calendar was black from written-in events for the month.
Now the calendar is blank white, my schedule is empty and every day I have to think about what to do with my time. My life has completely changed on a dime with no preparation or warning.
Building a good day does not just happen on its own anymore. I have to plan it.When I wake up, I have to decide this is going to be a good day. Attitude is everything.
Taking it a day at a time can be too hard under the current stress. It’s better to look at the short term and maybe take it hour by hour. I find if I set very small goals, I do much better. Being successful six times a day feels so good right now or even just twice is okay.
My sewing is giving me a lot of pleasure right now. It is lovely to be able to touch and pet my fabrics at a time when I cannot touch others. My sewing also gives me purpose and calms my mind.
I can be at my sewing machine for hours and not even realize how much time has passed. It’s good therapy for me in many ways. Sewing helps me make a day good.
I’ve also found that what I look for, I find. If I look for humor in my day, I usually find it. The same with beauty, joy and peace.
Of course, if I set my mind on anxiety and stress, I will find that too. It’s up to me. It’s always up to me.
Even when I can’t hug them, my friends remain so valuable to me. I try to stay in touch with them as often as possible. I make a point to call someone every day. And occasionally have group meetings online, when able. Seeing friends’ faces is so precious.
And then there’s my sweetie, who makes everyday a joy. He adds calmness, humor and logic to my life. How blessed am I to have such a rock in my life. He makes all things bearable and worthwhile.
So getting through these times will take planning, forethought and some organization. Keeping a positive attitude is the harder, but more important part.
I have to give it my all each and every day. Each and every hour really. But these are historic times. Think of the stories I will have to tell in the years to come.
By Thich Nhat Hanh
The cosmos is filled with precious gems.
I want to offer a handful of them to you this morning.
Each moment you are alive is a gem, shining and containing earth and sky, water and clouds.
It needs you to breathe gently for the miracles to be displayed.
Suddenly you hear the birds singing, the pines chanting, see the flowers blooming, the blue sky, the white clouds, the smile and marvelous look of your beloved.
You, the richest person on Earth, who have been going around begging for a living, stop being the destitute child.
Come back and claim your heritage.
We should enjoy our happiness and offer it to everyone.
Cherish this very moment.
Let go of the stream of distress and embrace life fully in your arms.
I am wrong, often. And when I am, I feel terrible about it. But what if something good could come from my errors? What if the world could become a better place? What if I could become a much better person?
When I make a mistake, my first instinct is to feel shame and I want to hide myself. But maybe it’s an opportunity to feel humility and begin to forgive myself. I’m not alone in my wrongful ways. I could forgive someone else. Why not me?
Apologies are next forthcoming. I apologize – usually many times. This is a good lesson in acceptance of our own behavior. We have to be able to put into words what we have done wrong and how we have harmed another person.
Then the next thing I feel is the need to be forgiven by the other person. To ask for and accept forgiveness is a true blessing. It may not be easy but it is certainly necessary.
Making amends is the part that is most often forgotten. Making things right again is hard. It takes time. It takes effort. It takes thought. We think we’re done when we have been forgiven, but we’re not. We need to make restitution. That makes us stronger and more mindful of other people.
Then there is the final lesson to be learned from the entire event. What is the positive thing you learned from your mistake? Don’t let all the time and effort be a waste. Make your life and yourself better for it. Gain something from the experience.
That way you are less likely to allow the same error to occur. You will improve and definitely become wiser.
I’m thinking that with all the mistakes I’ve made in my life, I should be perfect by now! Seriously!
But truthfully, mistakes are going to happen. Make them growth opportunities. Lean into them. Admit to them. Solve them. Be better for them. Learn the lesson.
In these trying times, the TV is constantly telling us what we should fear – closeness, touching, disease, crowds, people, coughs, germs, viruses. These things may be of concern to me, but I’m not really afraid. There are other things that truly frighten me.
Allowing people, especially children, to live in hunger frightens me. People are so damaged physically and psychologically by the effects of poor nutrition or no nutrition. That, in turn, damages our whole world. We all become less by the loss of potential in others. Leaders, teachers, thinkers and artists are lost because of poverty and hunger.
Allowing hate and bigotry to exist frightens me. Judging people unfairly by their religion or skin color is so divisive. Teaching children to hate others is so wicked as to be absolutely sinful. Our world can’t abide any more division and war.
Allowing and participating in greed frightens me. Greed leads to the oppression and subjugation of people. There’s enough for everyone but not enough for everyone’s greed. To meet the needs of someone’s greed, someone else will always have to do without. Hence more poverty and hunger.
Abiding violence frightens me. Our violent selves are our lesser selves and should not be tolerated. What comes of violence is more violence, not peace. And that really scares me.
These are the true dangers of our world, I believe. These are the things we need be aware of and mindful of.
Even while we are quarantined, we can be aware of the needs of others. We can be fair and kind to all people. We can share the wealth with everyone. We can be calm and gentle in all our interactions.
The treatment of the whole world starts with our treatment of every person in our small world. How we act in every little situation will affect the entire universe. We can do healing or harm with every spoken word.
Make every action count. It will become your habit and your character.
Today’s blog is my 400th! I can’t believe it but yes, it’s true. Four hundred blogs!!!!
I’ve been writing pretty much all my life. Mostly newsletters for different organizations and lots of letters. I’ve always loved expressing myself per the written word. Even after I almost failed Freshman English in College. (The Professor didn’t think I was much good at writing in those days.)
I started this blog because I had a few things to say about being a Granny. I thought it would be a temporary outlet and that I would run out of topics. What a silly thought that was!
I have more to say now than I did then. As the years have gone by, I have found that more and more ideas have occurred to me and my subject areas have broadened immensely. It seems odd, but the older I get, the more observations and opinions I have. I realize now it will never stop.
This blog has given me a wonderful creative outlet. It has allowed me many opportunities to express myself in hundreds of ways. Through gratitude, humor, self-reflection, pride for another, happiness, courage and faith, I have been able to tell stories about Granny, Gramps, the grandchildren and the village.
The blog keeps me disciplined. I must not go too long between blogs. I must choose a topic. I must write a certain number of words with a beginning and an end. I must edit it and it must make sense when done. Then it gets published. At that point it’s all up to the readers.
They are in charge of reviewing the blog and making comments on it. No one can know the importance of the viewing public to me. Without you, your views and your comments, I really have no reason to write a blog. It would be like talking to the wind.
The blog provides me much encouraging feedback to keep writing. It’s you, the readers, who keep me going and wanting to keep posting. One sweet compliment lasts a good long while and a positive reply is as good as intravenous vitamins.
All you viewers out there have no idea how important you are to me. How much you mean to me and how much I depend on you. You are always brutally truthful as to what is a good blog and what is less than my best. For that I thank you.
This blog has taught me to be able to choose which parts of a story can be told in truth and which parts need to be kept secret or told in code. People must be protected and social media is not very good at that, so a person must decide what is included and what is not, to protect the people. Editing becomes a big part of writing a blog well.
This blog has taught me another thing – how kind most of you readers are. You are basically a good group of nice people with specific opinions I need to hear. All this exchange back and forth makes me a better writer and you a better reader. That combined effect of getting better makes the whole blog that much better.
So how do I say thank you to all of you – my faithful followers, my diligent readers, my responsible ones, who read each blog. How do I express my gratitude?
This is my BIG THANK YOU! I couldn’t do this without you! Besides the fact that I have to do this, I have to do this for you! Thank you for that – for being there and making it worth it!
Here’s to the next 400!
Gramps and I moved to this neighborhood almost eight years ago. We loved it from the start. It was exactly what we were looking for.
First of all, it had sidewalks. We had gone without sidewalks for about twenty-five years and that was the most important thing in our move.
Sidewalks make neighborhoods friendlier and closer. They connect all the houses and make them safer. The people in neighborhoods with sidewalks know each other and spend more time talking to each other. It’s a proven fact.
Our neighborhood has great sidewalks. Gramps and I walk them every evening and run into numerous neighbors and their dogs while we are out. We stop and chat with them each time because we know our neighbors – all of them.
Our little village here is very safe because we all check up on each other. We know when someone is gone on a trip or when someone is sick. We know when a strange car enters the neighborhood or when someone has visitors.
We feel very comforted and cared for right now in these hard times. Our younger neighbors have checked in on us and made sure we have everything we need. Gramps and I know for certain we could go to anyone for assistance and get it with no questions asked.
Gramps and I are the unofficial grandparents of the neighborhood and used to be almost the only ones home all day. But now during this health crisis, a great majority of the folks are home. Our village now looks like Saturday, every day.
Everyone is out doing lawn work, washing cars and odd jobs around the house. We are still visiting with each other and the dogs are still running up to greet us.
All the neat lawns and well-kept homes attracted us to this neighborhood. We could tell that everyone was proud to live here and worked hard to keep their homes looking nice. Such a good neighborhood without an HOA!
Gramps and I love the diversity of our sweet neighborhood. There are elderly, young families, children, teens, singles, people of color and lots of pets. I think we would be bored if we were living in an all-seniors environment at this stage of our lives.
Now that we have found the neighborhood that is so perfect for us, we plan to never move again. This is our last home. We will stay here and be part of the best neighborhood for the next person who moves here.
Libby was a swell dog. She was happy to see anyone who came through the front door. She would run around the room and wag her tail as if to say, “Oh boy, someone to play with me!”
After awhile she would calm down and lay at your feet quietly. And she would do almost anything for a treat.
She was Mac’s dog, for his whole life. Until two days ago when we all had to say goodbye to a swell dog.
Mac loved her very much. They played together and slept together as most boys and doge do. He fed her and watered her – his daily chore. They were very close as most boys and dogs are.
When it was time to say goodbye to Libby, Mac was right there by her side. He held her close until the end.
Even though he was grieving, he didn’t back away. Even though he was sad, he held her. Even though he was afraid, he remained brave.
Mac talked to Libby in a soft voice. He told her what a good dog she had been, how much fun he had with her and how important she was to him.
It was so important for Mac to do all this but it was just as important for Libby to receive such a send off. She needed to feel safe, loved, warm, in familiar arms and surrounded by a voice she knew
She got the proper medication, so she was calm, comfortable and relaxed the whole time. That was important as it took a few hours for Mom, Dad and Mac all to get to the Vet’s from different points.
The final minutes together were very meaningful for the whole family and provided a thoughtful closure for all of them
The hardest part now is dealing with the quietness at home without Libby there. She has left a definite hole in the lives of Mac and his family.
She will be missed for quite some time especially by Mac. He has not known life without Libby. He will have a lot of adjusting to accomplish in the future.
But he will do fine because he not only lived well with Libby, he let go of her well also.
When it was necessary, he gave her the best goodbye ever.