A Really Good Week I have always considered myself an extreme optimist. I feel that while the direct connections between thinking positively and actually accomplishing things is hard to draw, I do stand by the power of positive thinking as a force magnifier. There is little doubt in my mind that people prefer to be around positive attitudes than naysayers and that having other people on your side always helps get things done. That said,…
Chicken Soup When I got home yesterday, I learned that Kim has happened upon some sort of cold virus during the week. She made it through this morning for the departure of her sister and nephew, but then she crashed and crashed hard. She went back to bed before 10am and basically spent the day there recuperating with Betty by her side, snoozing away. Meanwhile I spent my morning doing and errand or two and…
Singing in the Rain We are in NYC for the weekend to see the kids. We specifically came this weekend because our youngest granddaughter, Evelyn, is performing in a choral group today out at The Theater at City Tech in downtown Brooklyn. She will be amongst about 100 of here fellow choral boys and girls and she is thrilled to be in the front row so that we can all see and hear her clearly.…
Ringing the Bell When we moved here more than three years ago, we had to make lots of arrangements to accommodate being here full time rather than only once in a while. We had owned the house for eight years while we thought about when the right time to retire might be. On Wall Street, for various reasons including the stress of the work and the hard head banging that goes on in the business,…
What Frustrates Me Being at peace is all about not sweating the small stuff. I see myself and many people with whom I interact getting frustrated very easily. Frustration seems like it is most often part of the “small stuff”. I just now typed the word “needlessly” to modify the word “frustrated” in the prior sentence and chose to delete it since it is judgmental to say what I or anyone else considers legitimately frustrating.…
Emotional Outlet I can’t seem to stop tinkering with my gardens. It must go hand in hand with my jiggling leg syndrome. When you’re a kid they called it having ants in your pants. As an adult it’s called any number of things from nervous energy to OCD. What I have is far less difficult than an obsession and far less aggressive than a compulsion, but it is some sort of disorder nonetheless. Kim is…
Dr. Mike In August, 1971, fifty-two years ago, I hitchhiked my way from Cleveland, Ohio to Ithaca, New York, a distance of 330 miles. I was traveling from my summer job at Case Western Reserve University to my freshman year matriculation at Cornell University. In those days, freshmen at Cornell mostly lived together in the ghetto of West Campus in what were called the University Halls, a set of six cinderblock three-wing dorms, four stories…
Itchy Brother Do you remember your cartoons from childhood? There were so many, but some were so good that they were memorable. Then again, it might have been that we watched them over and over again since the networks had figured out that kids actually liked the repetition and familiarity if bred, as opposed to the adults who scorned re-runs as below-grade entertainment. And in those days, TV advertising was geared to the mothers of…
The Many Me I have had a difficult day today and it is for the thinnest of reasons, but perhaps also, the most fundamental of reasons. This morning I did what I always tend to do when traveling, which is to get up somewhat earlier than Kim. As I usually do, I went down to the breakfast room ahead of her and proceeded to get started without her. I tend to do a full, what…
Dear Roger I have always been a fan of the name Roger and even named my oldest son Roger. The Roger I am addressing this to is a motorcycle friend of mine who is about as different from me as he could be. He is small and slender, but mostly he leans in the exact opposite direction that I do on almost every topic. Roger and I (along with Kevin) text almost every day about…