Last weekend I sat in the sun, the clouds and then the rain, watching soccer. I have been watching this game for close to ten years, and even though I consider myself a wordsmith, I have run out of ways to say, "Great hustle!" to my daughter and her friends.
They come to visit every summer, and I unconsciously make a list of what they should be doing. This past week, I worked on getting them to use plates and sit on a chair facing the table when they eat. You may think I'm describing a battle with toddlers, but these kids are 8 and 9.
Many people are drawn to teaching because they get the summers off -- but for me, "off" is "on."
Life is full of clues, if you know where to look for them and are willing to stay up half the night thinking about them.
While waiting on the patient's side of the sliding-glass doors, I overheard my daughter's orthodontist's wife on the phone. She was telling the caller about the flooring she chose for her kitchen. This got me thinking about my own lousy kitchen ... and I realized that my daughter was wearing the kitchen I dreamed of on her teeth.
Everyone who knows me knows that I am a gal for a bargain, visiting discount stores and getting deals left and right. But I was puzzled when I visited my neighborhood dollar store. I love [insert sarcasm emoticon here] how the Value Dollar Store has a "top secret" security system to protect their sometimes-chintzy merchandise.