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Ocassionally You Have to Wear Your Favorite Shirt

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Ocassionally You Have to Wear Your Favorite Shirt

I was picking out a shirt to wear on Christmas Day when my eyes came to rest on my favorite shirt. It’s a nice cotton button down in a light maroon I really like.

I thought, “Well, that’s my favorite shirt, so I should save it.”

Save it?  For when?  My birthday?  Halloween?

That was my dilemma.  Should I wear my favorite shirt on Christmas and wear it out sooner (pun intended), or should I leave it hanging in the closet so it would last longer?

I remembered the day long ago when I wore my best shirt to school with my new ballpoint pen in its pocket.  Unfortunately, I left the pen in the pocket, and my mother put them both into the washing machine. Bye bye favorite shirt.  Bye bye favorite pen.

So, my message for you on this day after Christmas is – use it all.  Eat every food gift you received, wear every scratchy wool sweater, and, as they say in basketball, leave your entire 2023 game on the court.

You’re going to have another opportunity.  Your reward for piloting yourself through 2023 is that you get another entire year to refine your game and your life.  Let’s call our new chance 2024.

I’d like to be the first to wish everyone a very Happy New Year!

Alan

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MOM, WHAT CAN I DO TODAY?

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Every Saturday morning, eating breakfast with my mom and little brother, I would ask the inevitable question, “Mom, what can we do today?”

While I didn’t love attending school, I was seldom bored there the way I was on Saturday mornings at home, the day looming ahead of me with nothing to do.

One of my mom’s favorite “go to” place on Saturdays was the Los Angeles Zoo, which was nearby and, I assume, not too costly.  I especially enjoyed feeding peanuts to the elephants and listening to the lion’s roar.

Now I’m 83 years old, and Mom is no longer around to suggest entertainment.  I work in my office three days a week, but the rest of my time is my own. So now I must answer the question for myself, “What shall I do today?”

I suppose I could watch Dateline on TV.  The show deals mostly with the murder of a spouse and the subsequent investigation.  I watched two of these one-hour shows yesterday evening, but I think that’s enough for a while.  The basic story always remains the same.  Just the names of the characters change.  And since Daveen and I get along fine there is little chance of one of us doing the other one in, so there is nothing useful to be learned by watching the show.

Instead, I find myself turning to reading.  I just finished an excellent biography of Patrice Lumumba who was the first democratically elected prime minister of the Democratic Republic of Congo when the country gained independence from Belgium. Sadly, he remained in office for only a brief period of time before he was executed by his rival, Mobutu, in the early 1960’s.  I still remember a bad joke circulating at that time. An alien lands in the Congo and says, “Take me to your leader.”

“Mobutu or Lumumba?” was the answer.

“Take me to your leader now.  We can dance later.”

The book details the overthrow and assassination of Lumumba, in which it appears that the CIA was involved upon the “indirect” request of President Dwight Eisenhower.

I was thoroughly engaged reading the biography, and think I’ll challenge myself to start a program of reading one book a week.  Mostly biographies.  Next up – Martin Luther King, Jr.

Happy holidays to all. May you enjoy your time with family and loved ones; or however it is you choose to spend your days.

Alan

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The Story Behind the Photo

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The Story Behind the Photo

A few days ago, I took this photo of towels stacked on a chair in my family room.

My father would say that a stack of towels does not belong in a family room, and they should be returned to the laundry closet immediately.  Unlike me, my dad was a fanatic about keeping everything neat at all times.  That is not to say he was wrong – just that he and I were different, especially on that point.

So, while that might be my father’s reaction, our children and grandchildren might look at the same photo and think, “Oboy!  Swimming today!”  They would look forward to lots of noise and fun, and not care one bit about keeping everything neat.

But I was thinking that the towels also were a tableau in memory of happy times from the past, a reminder of when the children were young, and the pool was often used.

It’s not just beauty that resides in the eye of the beholder, but also the story.  Our perspective shapes our reaction to everything we see, and that reveals more about us than it does about whatever we are reacting to.

There are movies and television shows that Daveen loved watching that put me to sleep.  And vice versa.  Once I walked out of a play, telling Daveen and my parents that they were welcome to enjoy it but that I would wait in the lobby.  Fifteen minutes later they joined me.  But we don’t always share the same opinions and taste.

Different points of view are what creates interest in the stock market, or in a horse race.

Let’s welcome our differences, and always remember that one person’s excitement may be another person’s boredom.  And vice versa.

Alan

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