When I was a child, I wanted to learn how to play this song on the piano. Mostly because my father used to entertain at various restaurants like Shakee’s Pizza by playing on their piano. The song always made me think of him. I think I did pretty good! I haven’t played the piano in many years; I miss that! Unfortunately this house isn’t large enough for a piano. Oh well, this video brings back a few fond memories of my father teaching me how to tickle the old ivories, and of me going to watch him perform on stage back in the good ol’ days!
Guest post by Linda Bradshaw
A few months ago I decided to get involved with a community service organization that focuses on local community service projects. Thinking that it would be a good way to meet my neighbors, and hopefully make a few friends, AND improve the community that I live in, I was eager to get involved with the organization. Unfortunately they quickly asked me to become the new club secretary for the next year, and I agreed. I was wary of the offer, for I knew that I was (and am) a very busy person and I did not think that I could put in the time needed to do the job correctly.
Fast forward to today. My initial gut reaction was correct – I really do not have the time to do the job correctly, and the organization is not as well organized as I had hoped that it would be. In fact, at every meeting that I attend, I am constantly interrupted by other people at the meeting. This aggravates me enormously, as I sit patiently, with my hand raised, waiting for my turn to speak. No one else raises their hand, they just jump into the discussion, and nothing gets settled. I am starting to regret joining the organization, for I fear that all that will come of it is more aggravation.
It really all boils down to what you get used to. I remember an interview that I attended way back in they day. This manager during this initial interview was all about how we are all “Creatures of Habit” and “It’s All In Who You Know and Who You Are Related To” both are very good points and things that we could discuss until the end of time and still have plenty to say about.
I got that job and this manager was really the best manager that I have ever had the pleasure to work for and along side of. I remember how upset I was after only working there for one year that he was being transferred and a new guy was coming in. It went down hill from there, but I still in touch with some of the good folks that I worked there with and from what I hear this particular manager is still employed with them and is doing just fine and I always send my regards with the people that are still in touch with him after all these years. I would love to be able to use him as a reference in any future employment searches.
And yes I am most definitely am a creature of habit and I worry sometimes how I would survive if a disaster of a magnificent magnitude occurred, since I have become so dependent of so many things for my comfort and enjoyment on a daily and nightly basis for most of my life. The one thing that comes right to mind is my pillow, if it isn’t my pillow then I don’t get the sleep I need. I really should have bought two of them at the time, if I had only known! And if I don’t have one of my body pillows (thank goodness I have three of them and am always looking for new ones to try) I fear that I would be up all night and that wouldn’t be healthy for me or anyone else around me!
I can’t believe that I let such a pile build up in my bedroom of junk, like old newspapers, magazines, the local Yellow Pages, old expired coupons and the like. I’m glad though that I do recycle and that all of these are paper products that can be recycled when I go into the part of town that has the recycling containers for the residences of this county to use. I wish that it wasn’t so far away and wasn’t on the side of town that is out-of-the-way for the majority of people to take advantage of. It is most unfortunate but most folks are still not participating in any type of recycling efforts at home or at work, and if you don’t make it easy for them then they just aren’t going to do a darned thing.
These days if I want to do local search for someone or some place all I have to do is go online to sites like local.com and I can find the local restaurants, pet stores, shoe stores, auto repair, etc with just a few clicks on my keyboard, so who needs the paper version of the phone book these days. Of course if you are still in the dark ages and don’t have Internet access you would still rely on the paper version, I just hope that when you are done with them that you would have the common sense and the decency to recycle them, just like I’m planning on doing. We all need to do what we can in order to be a “green” as possible these days and recycling is a big part of becoming “green” in today’s crazy world.
One of the things that I’ve noticed about myself is that I tend to notice idiosyncrasies. Maybe that’s a polite way to say that I am a perfectionist. A lot of people enjoy watching the television show “Monk” because he is such a perfectionist that he takes it to an extreme. The best example I can think of is the episode when he is in the break room of an office and he decides to “even out” the levels of coffee in the decaf and the regular coffees. When he does things like that people will shake their heads and laugh, (and I am one of them) but truth be told if there is a flaw in something, my eye is drawn straight to it. Like Monk would say “It’s a blessing AND it’s a curse.”
In his television series, he has found a way to become a productive member of society by using his overly-critical tendencies to find clues that most other people would not even notice. Then he solves the crime and he is the hero at the end of the show. As for me, well, I’m afraid that usually that perfectionist tendency can be crippling at times. For instance, when my in-laws decided to surprise me one time when I was away on a week’s vacation visiting my mother by installing a beautiful new designer wall covering in my dining room. The wallpaper that was on the walls when we had bought the house was old, faded, and parts of it were peeling off of the wall. The room had looked awful for a very long time, no doubt about it! But, my loving, wonderful in-laws went out of their way to fix it up and make it beautiful as a surprise for me. Wasn’t that wonderful!? When I got home from my little vacation and walked into the dining room I could not believe my eyes! Everything was so fresh! If I did not know any better, I would not have thought that I was in my own house! And yet, within a matter of seconds, my eyes landed on the ONE tiny, almost invisible flaw in the room. And it bugged me. Really, really bugged me. Naturally I was gracious and acted thrilled and ever so grateful, no one will ever know that I even SAW the flaw. But it was there, and I hated that it bugged me.