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Get Over Yourselves and Join the Community |
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The other day I noticed that my local supermarket had a section where you can check out your own groceries. But I like having a clerk do it for me, because it’s fun to talk to someone while they deftly bag my stuff. It is such a relief when I find a gas station that has a person pumping the gas. I don’t want to get out of my car in the freezing weather and try to twist the cap off and end up smelling like an oil field. My credit card never seems to fit into the slot correctly, and I end up trying to jam it in, which simply leaves me twitching. Whatever happened to the guys who pumped the gas and washed the windows? I loved them. They even looked under the hood to see if everything was OK. Did they all pass away along with Milton Berle?
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Wonderful memories last a lifetime |
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A lot of movies lately seem to be about magical kingdoms and other-worldly scenarios. Most of us love a mystical story with a happy ending. The ogre gets killed or skulks away with his tail between his legs, or he has an epiphany and becomes tender and caring. We all need to believe on some level that good will triumph over evil. We leave the theater uplifted and feeling ‘‘all’s well that ends well.’’
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Too often we get trapped in routines |
 In this often too-busy world, it’s easy to become deadened
to the unique and different. Yet the universe is constantly re-creating itself.
Stars die and new ones emerge. The wind is soft and caressing or it’s fierce
and relentless. Clouds form myriad patterns.
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Women’s underwear: The tool of torturers and sadists |
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I’m really beginning to hate underwear! As I’ve gotten older, my body seems to be saying, ‘‘Please, let’s just wear a muumuu with nothing underneath.’’ I have searched far and wide for underpants that don’t ride up or grab me and hold on like a vise.
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Laughter can be a way of life if you’re aware |
 Every time I do a seminar, people ask me how I got to be so funny and how they could see more humor in their own lives. The answer is a little complicated.
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Sometimes it’s too soon old and too late smart |
 I spent the last three days at the AARP convention in Boston. I remember my mother getting AARP information in the mail. I used to think: ‘‘I’m never going to join that!’’ After all, I was a 30-something married mother of three who was going to stay young forever and not have one problem. Wrong on both counts.
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Losing stuff can prompt irrational questions, answers |
 I would love to do a study on how many hours we spend looking for things that we lose in our homes. I’m beginning to think it’s at least half of our lives. Not a day goes by without me looking for my glasses. It used to be my car keys, too, but somehow I became vigilant about simply leaving them in the car. Suddenly, they are always there! The glasses are another issue. I use reading glasses and sometimes I also need distance glasses. The last time I got a new prescription I thought I would resolve the problem by buying a couple of pairs of each. I couldn’t conceive of misplacing all of them. But, hey, what do I know? On any given day, you guessed it, they all disappear. They seem to have a life of their own.
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Multitask me no multitasks; I’ve got better to do |
A bill headed to the desk of California Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger bans 16- and 17-year-old drivers from using their most prized possessions - cell phones, text messaging devices, laptop computers or any other electronic gizmos - while they are driving.
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Instead of being fed up, try seeing the good |
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How many times a day do you think you discuss or think about negative issues in your life or someone else’s life?
I have often suggested to my clients that they tape their conversations for one day to observe how much energy they expend making themselves and others crazed and humorless.
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Rather than whine, be grateful for what you have |
 I just came back from an early morning walk and I feel totally exhilarated by the smell of fresh air, the crystal-blue sky and the warmth of the sun. It sounds like the beginning of a romance novel except Fabio was not walking beside me, whispering in my ear.
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