Wednesday, August 29, 2012

RULES TO LIVE BY

Last week, while on vacation in Saugatuck, Michigan with Cindy…we stopped in a book store and found a few books for our new grandbaby-to-be…its’ parents…and us.

One book Cindy picked up for us was titled, “Dance First. Think Later.”  The authors, (Kathryn & Ross Petras) said their inspiration for the book was to answer the question…’How should one live life?’

They were further inspired one night as they watched the David Letterman show as he was interviewing musician Warren Zevon, who had been diagnosed with terminal cancer at age 55. Dave asked Warren what he’d learned about life…and death. Warren stated simply…”Enjoy every sandwich.”

This honest…simple…yet profound answer…inspired the authors to ask other people…what were their ‘rules to live by.’

I thought I'd share a few that I felt were interesting…funny…or thought-provoking. Maybe you’ll like them too.

Here's just a few:

If you’re alone in the kitchen and you drop the lamb, you can always just pick it up. Who’s going to know? –Julia Child, chef

Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a great battle. –Ian Maclaren, writer

The only dream worth having…is to live while you’re alive and die only when you’re dead.
Arundhati Roy, activist/writer

Never spend money before you have it. –Thomas Jefferson, statesman

If you don’t get what you want, it’s a sign either that you did not seriously want it, or that you tried to bargain over the price. –Rudyard Kipling, writer

Never kick a fresh turd on a hot day. –Harry S Truman, statesman

Let the world know you as you are, not as you think you should be, because sooner or later, if you are posing, you will forget the pose, and then where are you? –Fanny Brice, comedian

If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun. –Katharine Hepburn, actress

Life is half delicious yogurt, half crap, and your job is to keep the plastic spoon in the yogurt.
–Scott Adams, cartoonist

You can’t build a reputation on what you intend to do. –Liz Smith, gossip columnist

When angry, count four; when very angry, swear. –Mark Twain, writer

If you have an important point to make, don’t’ try to be subtle or clever. Use a pile driver. Hit the point once. Then come back and hit it again. Then hit it a third time—a tremendous whack.
Winston Churchill, statesman

Never let your sense of morals get in the way of doing what’s right. –Isaac Asimov, writer

If everything is under control, you are going too slow. –Mario Andretti, race car driver

Always remember that you are absolutely unique. Just like everyone else.
Margaret Mead, anthropologist

Choosing the lesser of two evils is still choosing evil. –Jerry Garcia, musician

The only time to eat diet food is while you’re waiting for the steak to cool. –Julia Child, chef

If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need. –Marcus Tullius Cicero, Roman philosopher/statesman

If fate means you to lose, give him a good fight anyhow. –William McFee, writer

Watch with glittering eyes, the whole world around you, because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. –Roald Dahl, writer

Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you, too, can become great. –Mark Twain, writer

Smoked carp tastes just as good as smoked salmon when you ain’t got no smoked salmon. –Patrick F. McManus, writer

Whenever you are asked if you can do a job, tell ‘em, “Certainly, I can!” Then get busy and find out how to do it. –Theodore Roosevelt, statesman

Never run away from a gun. Bullets can travel faster than you can. –Wild Bill Hickock, gunfighter/scout

Don’t ever ask anyone for an opinion of your performance.   They’re liable to tell you. –Jerry Stiller, comedian

Be yourself. Everyone else is taken. –Oscar Wilde, writer

Make a careful list of all things done to you that you abhorred. Don’t do them to others, ever. Make another list of things done for you that you loved. Do them for others, always. –Dee Hock, founder of VISA

Shall we make a new rule of life from tonight: always to try to be a little kinder than is necessary?
J.M. Barrie, writer

 

Dan

Monday, August 27, 2012

ZOE MEMORIES


Cindy & I spent a number of times this weekend…thinking about our missing family member…Zoe.

Zoe liked to sleep on the floor beside Cindy…so every time Cindy got out of bed…she had to step over the big mound of golden retriever lying beside her. During this weekend…out of habit…Cindy kept making that ‘big’ step when she got out of bed…only to be reminded she didn’t have to.

I noticed I did the same thing this morning when I got ready for work. I usually had to step around Zoe as I walked over to the closet to get clothes to slip on each morning. I got ready to make that ‘step around’ this morning…but didn’t need to.

We thought often about Zoe as we heard noises during the night…noises that reminded us of her. We thought about her as we looked in the corner of the kitchen where she spent most of her time…but she wasn’t there. The thunder that rumbled early this morning…made me think about Zoe…(she hated thunder!)

That big old golden girl was a part of nearly a quarter of our lives…13 years. It will take us a while to get adjusted to…when we don’t see something or hear something that reminds us of her. I still look at her picture…with those white facial hairs she developed as she aged…and smile. She’s gone…but the memory of her isn’t…and maybe never will be.

We have had 2 wonderful dogs during our years in Lafayette. After moving to our current home…we got a black lab…Layla. Layla helped the girls as they grew through those awful teen years. About 5 years later…in an effort to keep Layla company…and out of the simple fact of falling in love with that fluffy little round butter-ball we would call Zoe…we had found 2 wonderful dogs. Wonderful for our girls…wonderful for Cindy & me.

Layla lived to be nearly 10 years old and our hearts broke when she left us…but we still had Zoe…and that helped. Now our Zoe is gone too…both now resting out in the garden spot we made for them at the back of our property.

I don’t think it’s in my heart to have another dog. I think we found the 2 perfect dogs for us…and I’m doubtful we would ever find any that could replace them.

My dog raising years are behind me now…but I will carry wonderful memories of our ‘black and gold’ girls…Layla…and Zoe.

 
Rest In Peace Girls.

 
Dan

Friday, August 24, 2012

OUR LOVABLE OLD ZOE

Today is the day all pet-loving families don’t look forward to. We all have to do it…but it is so painful. For today…we had to let our lovable 13-year old Golden Retriever, Zoe, be put to sleep. My wife…my girls…my grandchildren…and I…have a little less happiness in our life today.


Zoe has been a member of our family since 1998. Our daughters were teenagers when she got to the house. She has been with us every Christmas…every birthday…and every special event…since.

Three grandchildren have entered our lives and grown up with Zoe. They wrestled her…pulled her ears…laid on top of her…played ball and tug-of-war with her…and she was so patient…and loving with them…through it all.

For most of those 13 years…we had to learn how to spell certain words. During our conversations…we had to spell…G-O…or…O-U-T…or…W-A-L-K…because Zoe knew what those words meant…and she was at the door…ready to go with us. But this last year and months…she just raised her head from her spot on the floor…or raised an eyebrow as if to think about the words…and then just said with her body language…”you guys go ahead…I’ll wait here until you come back.”

Zoe grew to be our 115 pound lovable family member. Thirteen years is a long time for a dog that size to live…but we are so glad she did.

Now it is time for her to rest. We will miss her so.

  Dan

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

THE TRADITION...CONTINUES

We got a call the other day from Carol...my nephew Kim's...wife. We had a little laugh after Carol called to tell us..."the tradition continues." We knew exactly what she meant...and we laughed some more.

You see...over the course of our marriages...Cindy and Carol were 'always' pregnant at the same time.

Our oldest daughter...Jaime...was born in July 1978...their oldest...Andrew...was born in September.

Their second...Kory...was born in September 1981...our second...Julie...was born the next April.

Their third...Kelly...was born in February 1985...our third...Joni...was born in March.

Now...the tradition continues.

Joni...is due in a few months...October 2012. Carol called to tell us that Kelly is expecting in March.

We are so excited for our new grandbaby on the way...and Kim & Carol are equally excited about their new grandbaby. And we are excited for them.

I love that the tradition...will continue.


Dan

Monday, August 20, 2012

THE BEATLES

I read it's International Beatles week in Liverpool this week.

I've been a Beatles fan for about as long as there have been...Beatles. Cindy has bought me...probably...15 Beatles shirts over the last 10 years. It's not uncommon for me to wear 1 or 2 a week.

Today...in Saugatuck...I wore one of those many Beatles t-shirts. As usual...almost without fail...someone commented on my t-shirt. An elderly lady said..."my grandson would love that t-shirt."

Cindy and I have laughed often as person after person has commented about the Beatles t-shirt I was wearing that day. Elders say they like it...boomers like it...teens like it. Even my grandkids know who the Beatles are.

Seems we all grew up liking the Beatles...and we taught our kids...and grand kids...to
like them too.

The Beatles seem to be one of those few subjects that bridges the generations.

Maybe when we're all having one of those days...we just need to throw one of our Beatle albums on...and ALL sit and listen.

All you need is love!


Dan

Saturday, August 18, 2012

IT'S MY ANNIVERSARY...DAD

Dad

Today's my 38th wedding anniversary. Cindy & I were looking through our wedding album pictures this morning and one of them that caught my eye was the one of you giving her a big hug. Cindy was happy...and you were happy.

Lots has happened since that day.

Cindy & I finished school...and moved to Lafayette. Three girls and three grandchildren...(and a 4th to be here soon)...have been born into the world. You, my brother and sister, Cindy's uncle and dad...have all left the world.

It's been a fast 38 years. Cindy & I have had a good life...some sad moments...but many, many happy moments.

I wanted you to know we're doing well over these 38 years. I hope we can have a whole lot more.


Danny

Saturday, August 11, 2012

NEIGHBORHOODS

Earlier this week, one of my patients and I spent a few minutes reminiscing about the old days. We began talking about our kids and grandkids…and then went on to talk about how different our kids/gkids are these days…compared to when we were young.

She remembered when she was little, her dad was always telling her and her siblings to...‘go out and play’. We talked about how it wasn’t uncommon...on those long summer days...for us to leave the house in the morning...and not return again until dark…spending the day playing with friends…and maybe grabbing some lunch at one of the friend’s house. Moms weren’t so likely to be at work…in those days…so it was frequent that one could stop in at a friends…and have that mom fix us something to eat.

We decided that…back in those days…we had ‘neighborhoods’…places where we knew our neighbors…and we were known by those neighbors. We could play safely…and our parents knew we were safe. My patient even laughed about how…if she or her siblings were misbehaving…she was as likely to get a swat on her butt from one of the other kids’ parents…as she was her own.

Our children/grandchildren don’t have that type of environment today. We allow them to be indoors too much…we allow them to watch too much TV…or play their electronic games...rather than get outdoors and enjoy the weather...and invent games to play...and exercise...and build friendships and memories that last a lifetime.

And because of that…we too often have lost ‘the neighborhood’ feel. There are neighbors we don’t even know…nor they us…or our kids. We’re often too busy looking out for ourselves…and paying less and less attention to our neighbors.

That’s a sad loss…for all of us.


Dan

Friday, August 10, 2012

SAN FRAN

Joni…our youngest…and her husband Ryan are in California for about 10 days. They will attend one of Joni’s school friends’ wedding this weekend…and then hang around next week to do some touristy stuff.

While having a non-sleep night last night/this morning…I headed to the living room and flipped on the TV to disrupt my brain that was running 100mph. I watched a part of a PBS show called ‘The War’…one of those Ken Burns documentaries about the 2nd World War. It was a wonderful segment about the boys who became men in that war…about what they saw…about what they returned home to…about their struggles with adjusting ‘back into the world’.

While my mind raced…my thoughts were about Joni being near San Francisco…and about my brother Dave…who lived in the San Francisco area until April…when he died. Joni and Ryan had planned this trip for nearly a year and Dave was aware they were coming for a visit…and while there…they were going to visit him.

As I thought about that…and watched the TV show…I also got to thinking about Dave’s time of service in the Navy. Dave wasn’t in WWII…as the documentary discussed…but Dave served in Vietnam…and I know he came home with lots of memories…some good…some bad. In these recent years…Dave was able to share some of those stories…some of the good ones that made him smile…and the horror that some of them caused him…some for 45 years.

I’m sad that Dave is gone…and sad that Joni & Ryan can’t visit with him while they are there. He would have loved it. He would have enjoyed showing them the sights of San Francisco and it would have been so enjoyable for them too.

Joni & Ryan will have a wonderful time in San Francisco and the other areas of California that they will visit.

I will miss them while they are gone. And I miss Dave.


Dan

Thursday, August 2, 2012

ALBUM VERSION

This morning while getting dressed for work…I heard a song on the radio that I recognized from years ago. It started out differently than what is usually played on the radio…with some intro music before the vocals started. The thought…’album version’…popped into my head. As that thought rattled around in my brain for a few seconds…I realized those words…’album version’…would mean nothing to my grandchildren. Those words…show my age.

If I were to ask my grandchildren what an ‘album’ is…they might think of a ‘picture album’…but they likely wouldn’t think of a ‘record album’.

The more I thought about it…the more I realized I could age myself even more with words from my younger years. The grandkids also wouldn’t know what a…’45’…is either…or what an…’8 track’ is. They might think the word…’cassette’…was referring to…’their old days’…when we used to put a ‘VCR cassette’ in for them to watch a movie on TV. They’d never relate a cassette to something that has music on it.

I can still remember purchasing my first ‘45’ record in 1967…Kind of a Drag…by the Buckinghams. Then there were more 45’s…stacks and stacks...until I realized that for only a few dollars more…I could buy ‘albums’ that contained lots and lots of songs besides the ‘hit’ song that was on the 45. Then…I could buy 8-Tracks tapes and have the music in my car! I remember my first 8-Track player…and the agony of having it stolen out of my car on prom night…and friends buying me a new 8-Track for my birthday. 

All this ‘old’ lingo would have my grandkids confused…'8-Track player'…’cassettes’…’needle'...phonograph player’…’45s’…’albums’.

They bring back wonderful old memories to my mind…but they’d be like speaking a foreign language to the grandkids.

Oh the frustrations of growing old!


Dan