“Imagination is more important than knowledge. For
knowledge is limited to all we now know and understand, while
imagination embraces the entire world, and all there ever will
be to know and understand.”
I’ve always struggled with vocabulary. I have a limited one. ”Big” words do not come naturally to me. I have fought the words and thoughts spoken to me all my life, some of you know the ones, the ones that tell you that you are stupid and the ones that you bought into so well that you believe it – even when you took all those vocabulary “tests” in the Reader’s Digest and scored well. Negative words can do us such damage if we believe them.
I bring this up because I have a pet peeve. Well, I have more than one, but today I want to talk about the english language. I am not going to turn my nose up and sound like a great scholar, I use a lot of slang. However, I can read and I do speak my fair share of slang, but I’m noticing more and more the mis-use of common words.
I pick one word today because I hear it used improperly often in TV and movies. The word is promise. Here is the definition of promise:
The following is from a previous blog that I posted – a letter to my Macbook, Eve.
There has been great joy in our home since you joined our family the beginning of 2009. We did away with bulky, space taking PC’s and replaced them with just you. Two people shared you over the last, almost five years. We never had a PC last so long. You never became ill with the usual worms, viruses, etc. that go around in the viral world. The only time you were ever ill was when you wouldn’t open your eyes all the way. I rushed you into the emergency Apple Store and they plugged you into machines and life support to find that it was only a little light. They replaced your light and also took away the surface dings and bruises and gave you a brand new plate. And that was all covered by your health insurance – Apple Care. We were greatly relieved to have you home and functioning.
Now, as time goes by and I use you a lot more due to blogging and viewing TV, I see that old age is finally hitting you. Although you still haven’t caught any viruses – EVER – you are out-dated. I’m so sorry. In order to upgrade you I have to put out some money. You know how I hate that. But to be honest, your innards are just way to old to handle this. Things are sticking and slowing way down. I can’t even sinc my new iPhone to iTunes. They tell me you are too old. Again, I am so sorry. I imagine this is how I will feel when my kids take my car and keys away from me and tell me I am too old to drive.
I will keep you to the end, dear friend. You know me. Handing out money is hard for me. It will be soon, so I want you to know that I will spend as much time as possible with you. If you leave me too soon I will have to blog on my iPhone and we know that will make me cry. So hang in there as long as possible – at least until after Christmas, please. You have been a faithful and loving friend.
Now I can write, today, that Eve has gone to better pastures. She left me last month to a good home, the home of someone who can rebuild and resurrect her. Now enters my new friend, Eleanor Roosevelt, Roosevelt for short (Macbook Air).
I am in love. Roosevelt is fast and confident and does things that Eve’s generation never could. And did I mention that she is fast? Oh my. I just love technology.
It’s funny how our lives can be moving along in a nice steady stream and we think we know how things will go and what we will do. Then along comes a twist. One you didn’t see coming. Sometimes they are hard and hurtful but sometimes they are nice and kind and surprising.
I want to talk about the surprisingly nice kind. We had just moved to a lovely little Borough on the Jersey Shore. We were just a fifteen minute walk to the beach, faster by bike. The public elementary school that our two youngest attended was just around the corner. The town was so small that there were no school busses simply because everyone lived in walking distance. It was such a small school that the teaching staff consisted of a kindergarten teacher, a combined first and second grade teacher, a combined third and fourth grade teacher, and a combined fifth and sixth grade teacher. The class sizes were ideal.
Naturally, in a town of this size and a school of this size, everyone knew who the new mom was. They were all friendly and kind. It was easy to get involved, and I did.
One day, one of the moms approached me outside the school as we waited for the day to end. It was just before the Thanksgiving holiday. She told me I should work at her friend’s Bed & Breakfast for the holiday tours. I just listened and kind of nodded in an uninterestingly way. She pressed on. She told me they need help serving tea and cookies for the tour in their home. I basically stated that it was nice, but I don’t think I can do that. Again, she pressed on. ”You don’t understand”, she said. ”All you have to do is pour tea and serve cookies and smile and they pay eight dollars an hour.” Something lit up inside me. I know that sounds like little money, but for what she said I would do and that year, eight dollars an hour was great. I committed to calling her friend.
I had an appointment to talk about the job. You must understand, that the next town over and the town we were in, kind of mingled together and held the highest concentration of Victorian era homes in the US. Most of these homes became Bed & Breakfasts or Guest Homes for vacationers to the Jersey Shore.
I met with the wife (husband and wife owners and Innkeepers). We hit it off and I was hired to stand by a cart of tea and cups, and as the tourists came in to see the Inn and hear the history (story told by Innkeeper husband) of their home, all I had to do was smile and ask if they would like a cup of tea, and hand it to them and direct them to the cookies.
Well, the tours go from the day after our Thanksgiving, in November, to the New Year. Weekends mostly and evenings. I loved it. A couple of days before the end of the tours, the Innkeeper (wife) was looking at me and talking to some family members. I got nervous. I thought this was it, no more tours for me. On the contrary, she came up to me after everyone left and offered me a job as Assistant Innkeeper. Their present one was leaving and thought I would be perfect. I told her I do not know a thing about B & B’s or hospitality business. She wasn’t worried.
So began an adventure that I would never have chosen. Ever. I think God knows better than I do. It was so good for me. I learned to clean, cook, make reservations, oversee other staff and then the hardest of all – I learned to “schmooze” with the guests.
You see, I can talk to people and even have you believe I am an extrovert. Not true. It is probably one of the hardest things for me to do. I remember the first day the Innkeepers told me they would be out of town for the day and I would have to stay and check the guests in. SAY WHAT??? I confess, that when the first guests arrived and the doorbell rang, and I came up from the basement laundry, around the corner, and stopped. They weren’t looking in the door, so I quickly backed up and leaned against the wall in a sweat. Heart racing and almost in tears, I quickly said a prayer and pulled myself together, got into character and greeted them as if I was doing it from birth. A major victory in my life that day! Really, you can laugh, I do. For us introverts it can be challenging and traumatic. OK, that’s a bit dramatic. Dramatic! That’s it, I should have gone into acting. Because a lot of this involvement with people is “getting into character“. I’m not pretending, I am very sincere in my conversation and relationship with these people. I really do love talking to people. But it’s also hard. It was a very freeing time for me and has helped me a lot with things I ended up doing in the future. I felt I overcame a huge obstacle that day.
One other quick story. I suck at waitressing. Tried that once and totally failed. So, a Bed & Breakfast serves breakfast. However, everyone gets the same food unless they are on a special diet. Easy. Well, one day, a woman asked for a glass of water. We did not put water out as a habit. I said, “Of course”. Then I ran to the kitchen in a near panic and told the Man, “A woman asked for a glass of water!?!?!?” He looked at me and replied, “Well, give her one.” Duh. (I added the the duh – he thought I was funny)
So, this story is for all you great readers who questions things that may pop up in your life, opportunities that you would never have pursued or said yes to. Before saying no, think it over first. See if it will benefit you (I’m sure it will in some way) or make a way for another greater opportunity.
It is February 2nd, 2014. Each year, on this date in the USA, we celebrate Groundhog Day. We anxiously await the prediction of the famous groundhog, Punxsutawney Phil, to tell us when spring will come. This winter, in particular, we want to hear of an early spring arrival. Didn’t happen. The famous furry creature has told us six more weeks of winter .
It’s an amusing celebration that we have acquired over the years. But what made it even more fun for us Americans was Hollywood’s production of Groundhog Day starring Bill Murray and Andi MacDowell. Totally enjoyable and some watch it every year to add to the fun of it.
This year is extra special. The Superbowl is today also! And the game will be in New Jersey (my home state) where it is very cold right now. But even more special for my husband and I is the fact that five years ago, this very day, we drove all our possessions into Kansas City, Missouri to begin a new adventure. Here we are. It has been an adventure of ups and downs and adjustments. Now we look forward to more………….
Happy Sunday everyone and oh, Happy Groundhog Day to y’all!
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