Small Talkin’

I used to say that I was no good at small talk. I only wanted to talk about the big stuff. I took a job as a hostess in a restaurant in college and was grateful for the chance it gave me to develop that skill. I still don’t love small talk, and I’m not great at spontaneous small talk. I’m ridiculously scripted. If I bump into you in the office kitchen or the ladies room toward the beginning of the week, I’ll ask you about whether you had a nice weekend. If I bump into you in those same locations late in the week, you can set your watch by my asking you if you’ve got anything fun planned for the weekend.

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A Diversified Portfolio

When my mom moved back to my area from her time living with my youngest brother, one of the things I said to her, often, was “please make friends in your new building. Join a card group or a book group, let other people take you to the doctor or the dentist or the grocery store or even church. I’m just down the street and you can count on me to make sure you have everything you need, but our lives will both be better if I’m not the only person you can count on for things. After all, you need someone to complain about me to.”

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Taking Ownership of My Smile

Last week wasn’t a bad one, but it was somewhat challenging. By Friday morning, I was wiped. out. and not feeling great. And then I got up and, as is my habit, listened to news podcasts as I got ready for work. And then I listened to a deep-dive political news-based podcast as I got to work. I was dragging, so I managed to leave my glasses in the console of my car, so once I got all the way to my office, I had to go all the way back to my car to get them. I had the podcasts in my ear as I dragged myself back to the parking garage.

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Target: Acquired

I found the right bike at a local charity that sells reconditioned bikes Friday afternoon and picked it up. Saturday was stupid-busy (and certainly its very own story), so I didn’t do more than pick it out, pay for it, and bring it home Friday. Sunday morning, I decided to do a parallel comparison to see what I thought. I rode essentially the same route I rode on Tuesday night (a little better plotted, but covered the same ground), wearing the same gear as I’d worn on that night.

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“Believe None of What You Hear and Only One-Half That You See”-Poe

I am almost too fond of that Facebook “On this Day” feature. I post pictures of my garden stuff so that in future years, I can see that I picked my first squash on this date and the first seedlings sprouted on that date, a far more accurate garden journal than I’d ever keep otherwise. Pictures of vacations and family visits, interactions with friends— it’s a highlight, for sure.

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