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I LOVE CLEANING DOOR KNOBS!

I am staying safe at home, because I am lucky enough to have one.

In order to stay safe, we’ve been advised to disinfect all hard surfaces in our homes…this includes door knobs and handles…kitchen cabinet handles, dresser handles, toilet flush handles, to name a few.

But, my favorite thing to be able to clean are door knobs.

Weird? Not at all. Stay with me on this…

Having more than one door knob confirms you have more than a front door to your home. It means you have multiple doors leading to multiple rooms! And this is the best gift we could have during this pandemic.

Consider: if each person in your family can spend a bit of time in separate rooms, you will probably survive staying home –  without doing permanent damage to each other physically, or mentally! Relationships will still be strong when the all-clear order comes.

More door knobs also means if someone in the house does become sick…there is a separate space where they can keep to themselves until they are healthy again…without the risk of spreading the virus.

And so, as I go about spreading the pungent odor of disinfectant throughout my home, I am grateful for all the door knobs. Each one is a blessing!

 

AFTER I’M GONE…

Question:

Why do we wait until after someone dies to tell the world what we thought of them?

Another Question:

Why do we wait until someone is dead to express (to them) how we feel about them?

I think about these questions whenever someone of prominence passes away, and we hear all their former colleagues, friends and family members talking about what an amazing, kind, brilliant, etc. etc. person they were.

The death of a true American patriot, Elijah Cummings, this week, brings these questions to mind once again.

Lesson: 

Don’t wait.

Tell the world now.

Tell that person now.

Deathbed cartoon

 

—Deathbed cartoon credit: https://condenaststore.com/featured/here-he-is-folks-straight-from-his-deathbed-jack-ziegler.html?product=wood-print

 

 

 

ASKING FOR A FRIEND…

I suck at asking for favors, so…

Recently, during a meeting of my writing critique group, when I was asked if I had gotten input from my Beta Readers on my latest book (before self-publishing) — I said, “No.”

 

Gasps of disbelief rippled around the table.

I felt like a leper.

I could feel the writers nearby withdrawing to safer, more purified air.

 

“WHY?” poured from every pair of lips, as they glanced uncomfortably at each other, while offering suggested excuses for my being such a scourge on the writing community at large.

“What are you afraid of?” “Lots of people are willing to be Beta Readers!” One individual even offered to trade — “I’ll read yours if you read mine.” (Reminded me of days long gone by on the playground, with the little boy who lived down the block…but, I digress.)

 

Initially, they almost had me convinced that “yes” I was afraid for others to read my work. But, as the inquisition continued, I found my own voice, and told them:

 

“I think it’s an awful lot to ask of someone in this crazy-busy world we are living in, to spend many hours (if not, days) reading another person’s work. Thus, I have avoided this part of the process.”

 

The whole experience reminded me of a piece I wrote many years ago, about everyone wanting a piece of my pie/time —but, that’s a story for another day.

 

Dear Readers:  Please click on the comment button above, and tell me how you deal with asking for a chunk of other people’s time…I may be looking for Beta Readers for my next book, and could use your sage advice!

 

 

YIN AND YANG

When you look at your children (if you happen to have some), you see beginnings and wonder about their future. They are your sun.

 

When your children look at you (again, if you happen to have some), they see endings and wonder about your past. You are their moon.

 

Your children will make you crazy over and over again…

That’s their job.

It’s paybacks for all the crazy you put your own parents through.

 

You will make your children crazy over and over again…

That’s your job.

It’s your earned privilege for reaching old age without having killed them when they made you nuts.

 

Hopefully, whether we see beginnings or endings, we will all do it with love in our hearts…and not hurt each other along the way. Know that we all need the sun for its warmth, and the moon to light our way in the darkness.