There are times in your life – in new jobs, in new relationships – that start to feel like turning points. Whether it feels like living in the present without an eye to what’s next, or just a transition from the new to the normal, there is a sense of an upcoming change, a break or an edge. Things start to matter more. There are ramifications to decisions, to words, to actions. It is a magical time because it helps shape the future. The real future.
My daughter is graduating high school. She is my younger child, so every thing that happens related to her high school experience is the last one for me. It is time for the senior assembly. I don’t always know if these things are important to her. Sometimes they are and sometimes they’re not. She’s not getting any awards, but as she said, she is a senior. It is important to here and I will be there.
This is not an original thought, nor a timely one, but there were several instances on the streets of New York where I thought someone was talking to me and they were on the phone. This has been a trend for many years – from the days of connecting a Jabba bluetooth ear piece to your Razor phone – but it happen enough times that I wanted to mention it. When I was growing up in New York the only people on the street talking to themselves were the homeless.
Looking across the river at Manhattan I see the iconic buildings of the skyline peeking out from behind the clouds.
American Airlines has instituted a written policy about service animals that can board planes with their passengers, which goes into effect on July 1. This is a good idea. Hedgehogs are called out specifically. That is a bad idea.
What causes a parent to test a baby’s eyesight and get them fitted for glasses? And how does the baby read the eye chart?
Whenever I pass someone going in the opposite direction on the running trail, I acknowledge them. I try to do this with everyone, no matter their pace. Even if they are walking.
How I acknowledge them is based how serious of a runner they are or if they acknowledge me first. I return any acknowledgement with the same acknowledgement. If someone is a very serious runner, I am likely to just give them a head nod. That means, “Yup, we’re both runners.” If they seem to be a little more casual, I will offer them a wave. Usually it’s just the raise of a hand on the side closest to them that means, “Hey, glad we’re both out here running.”
And then there’s a smile. This is a more friendly acknowledgment, but I find that my behavior is determined by societal norms. I would never smile at another dude. But I smile at almost all the women. Many smile back.
I accidentally went to the craft store again and I was nearly run over by a woman with a “CRAFTEE” license plate. They take their crafting seriously.
English is very utilitarian language, and it can lack the nuance of other languages. For example, there is a Japanese word tsundoku. It means buying a book, but not reading it. These are books that pile up with other unread books. I can relate to this word. I have boxes of these books. They were all so full of promise when I bought them. Now I avoid this by getting books from the library. There’s less investment in these stacking up, but it is also harder to go back and read them later. After I’ve long since returned them.
I joined a CSA (Community Supported Agriculture) for the first time. This means I get a box of fresh, local, farm-grown vegetables every week for eight weeks. This particular CSA supports Karen refugees (who make up 7% of Myanmar population) who grow Asian vegetables for their families as well as the CSA. The first week included romaine lettuce, kale, sweet onions, pea shoots and strawberries. I finished eating everything – with the help of my daughter – on the night before it was time to pick up the next box.