ON MY MIND: Rambling reflections
My grandson just turned 9. He wrote us a thank-you note and signed it, “From or love.” I am sure someone told him, “Sign it from or love”, so he did just that. I will treasure that forever.
The other day I was speaking in Lowell at the Catholic church. A lady shared that her 3-year-old grandson was in a church with a huge, very graphic crucifix. The Lord was hanging there on the cross looking all bloodied and awful. The little guy kept staring at it and then asked, “Grandpa, was he a good guy or a bad guy?”
Recently while cleaning out a drawer, I found a nursery school daily report slip from when I was 2 and a half. It said that I ate “very good” at lunch and “took seconds.” I now understand that my eating problems began when I was really, really young. It also said under the comments, “Uncooperative during lunch period. Threw food on floor.” Well, at least I no longer throw food on the floor.
Last week I wrote about odd Christmas gifts. Apparently Lloyd Walker, former mayor of Greenville, is in love with his towel warmer appliance so he disagreed with me. You go, Lloyd! I also got one more story that kind of went with that topic of bad gifts. A lady gave her boyfriend a beautiful leather jacket. He, in turn, gave her socks. Yup, white socks, not fancy, not plush, not cute — just plain white sock from a plastic package. This may surprise you, dear reader, but they are no longer a couple. Message — be careful what you buy your lady!
I got a call last week from Carol Polaha. She lives in New Jersey and she and her husband, John, used to live in Greenville. She was all upset. She had been going through things her mother had saved and found a 10-page letter she had written to me back in the late 1970s. She wondered why I never responded. She now saw that she had put it in an envelope and mailed it to her mother who promptly boxed it up.
The other day someone referred to a box of vintage wine. As I have a box of wine in my fridge, I thought that was pretty funny. I’m pretty sure it’s not vintage.
I also heard a guy ask, “If Einstein was a genius, why is it always an insult when someone calls you that?” Hmmm. Good point, Einstein.
Betty White was on “The View” the other day and they asked her how sex was after age 90. She said, “Oh, it’s wonderful. It just gets better and better. Unfortunately, though, it’s all in your head.”
Enough with the silliness. I want to tell you about a fabulous new restaurant in downtown Greenville, Drake’s Place. It is on Main Street right next to the health food store. It has wonderful food. And that comment comes from every single person I have talked to about it. I swear I had the best sandwich of my life there yesterday. The decor is lovely. The service was superb. They are open for breakfast and lunch only. They are also open Sundays which is nice for when ya just gotta go out to eat after church. I swear — again — that the only thing that got me to church last Sunday was the thought of going out to eat afterwards. Is that a mortal or a venial sin? Sadly, it’s the truth.
I also recently visited Lola’s Flower and Gift Shop in Carson City and it was just a delight. It is that charming pink Victorian house on M-57 as you drive through Carson City. Give yourself a treat and stop in.
This has been a rambling column. Sometimes they just are. I want to close with a profound quote so you get to read something of value.
“Every day brings a chance for you to draw in a breath, kick off your shoes, and step out and dance — to live free of regret and filled with as much joy, fun, and laughter as you can stand. You can either waltz boldly onto the floor of life and live the way you know your spirit is nudging you to, or you can sit quietly by the wall, receding in the shadows of fear and self-doubt. You have the choice this very moment — the only moment you have for certain.” — Oprah Winfrey
Have a great week and don’t let the holiday stress get to you.
Stop in and say hi to Maureen today at Meijer from 11 a.m. to 1 p.m. where she will be has a book signing for her new book, “On My Mind . . . or What’s Left of It.”
Maureen Burns, a Greenville resident, is a professional speaker and author. Her e-mail address is firstname.lastname@example.org.