In our culture we don't usually brag about snoring. It isn't a skill we covet.
It's such a bummer when on a normal day, when you have nothing else planned, you get a phone call from your daughter asking if you can babysit your granddaughter for an hour or two, and you of course say yes, then proceed to spend that babysitting time just cuddling and listening to her "coo" and giggle. My day was a bummer.
Our appreciation of experiences and the world around us changes with time. The way I approach life differs now from when I was a teenager or newly married twentysomething. The world has changed as well, and that makes for a double whammy. I have to admit, I am a grown-up, even though I mostly try my best not to be. As such, I take notice of and appreciate certain things more than I did when I was younger, partly because I've changed and partly because they hadn't been invented yet.
They are making the rounds on busy roads in cities and towns across the country. Stop signs are just so last millennium. The newest trend in traffic is the roundabout and it has me terrified. The name sounds so friendly, so casual: "roundabout." I'll come to your house roundabout 6-ish. Let's head roundabout to the beach tomorrow. We walked roundabout the city for most of the afternoon. The word "roundabout" seems as amicable as an old friend and as relaxed as a prewashed pair of jeans.
At our house we recently experienced a season of plumbing. TGIO (thank goodness it's over — I hope). It started with a water heater that refused to heat water. Which was a problem. Obviously. I'm not much for cold showers. Unfortunately, it didn't end there. A cold shower is one thing. No shower is another. This next adventure started with a clog in the bathtub/shower, which quickly spread to another tub/shower that was attached to the same drainage system. One clog, two tubs. Three plumbers.
I forgot to give my husband his birthday card this year. I didn't forget his birthday. That would be unforgivable. I just forgot the card. Actually, I didn't forget. I had it in the drawer at home, but we weren't at home on his birthday. So to my credit, I got him a card; I just didn't give it to him on the right day. A couple of weeks later, I stumbled upon it in the drawer. It was a nice card and I'd chosen it carefully. I'd read through at least a half-dozen before finding the perfect one. Some cards can be so schmaltzy and sticky sweet.
We all start out in life as self-centered beings. It's a necessity to survival. Problem is, in our current culture, we too often fail to grow out of this sense of entitlement. If we want it, we should have it. We believe the world owes us. Not true. But it happens all the time — this belief that the universe revolves around us. Thinking and considering and acting on our personal desires and feelings before considering the needs of others. It's the culture in which we live. It's the culture we've created. It happens when every kid gets a participation medal.
We all want to be rich. I know I do and I'll be the first to admit it. But I'm not sure my definition of "rich" fits with traditional thinking. When you describe someone as rich, you are typically not talking about their fat content. That's reserved for rich foods like triple-chocolate, salted-caramel hot-lava cake. When we say someone is rich, we are not saying they are fat — we are saying they have lots of money.
They nearly literally come from nothing — or so it seems. And then they multiply. You might start the week with just a few and end it with a proverbial swarm. They're officially called drosophila melanogaster; it's a big name for an itty bitty bit of an ordinary fruit fly. I've always thought of them as nuisances that fetch a free ride home on my bananas but it turns out they have serious scientific significance. That's because drosophila melanogaster and humans have many of the same genes — a whopping 60 percent. Shocking, I know!
We all need a happy place, or at the very least can benefit from one — or a dozen. Take your pick. You don't have to limit yourself to just one happy place. Go ahead; grab a few. They're free! A happy place doesn't have to be a place, per se, but it can be. It is a state of mind sometimes brought on by a physical location, but it can be achieved by any number of conditions: country music, classical music, hard rock, a lullaby, complete silence.