Monthly Archives: March 2013

A Good Name

I have told my children, “If you have a car, you will have car troubles.  If you don’t want car troubles, don’t own a car.”

I’m not being flip.  A car is a machine with moving parts.  Parts wear out.

Unfortunately there are many repair places that aren’t concerned with the doing a good job.  No thought to the customer returning.   Just what can they get from me today.

My car wouldn’t start today when I ran an errand.  I was able to get it started and drove to a big chain where I bought my battery.  I got another battery, finished my errands the car wouldn’t start.

A neighbor tried to help me.  We tried 2 different jumper cables and 2 different cars.  No go.

So I called a tow truck to take the car back to the store.  I had called and talked to the auto department and was told they could do what ever work the car needed.

The tow truck guy showed me that tapping the started a couple of times can sometimes help.  It did.  I asked him if he did anything else.  I would have let him fix my car.  No. That’s too bad.

I went back to the big mega store.  No, they only do lubes, tires and batteries.

The man I talked to wasn’t the one who worked on my car, that man had gone home for the day.  The man I did talk to only gave me excuses; not the one that helped me earlier, not sure they could find my battery in the pile of old ones.

No effort to try to help me solve my problem, no apology for selling me something I don’t need.

What the employees at the mega store don’t understand that this day will make me think of the entire store, all the things they sell with the memory of what happened today.  They sell a lot but they are not a monopoly.  I’ll take my business elsewhere if I can.

It’s unfortunate the employees don’t understand that a reputation is a fragile thing.  All it would have taken is for some semblance of caring that on a Saturday afternoon they not only sold me something I didn’t need but wouldn’t be able to fix until Monday.  I may or may not be able to do what I planned to on Sunday.

I will tell everyone about the tow truck guy.  Too bad that’s all he does.  If he was the mega store, I’d be buying everything there.

Wearing Grief

I don’t think I’d call it Grief Recovery.  I’m not sure you ever really get over grief.  My mother and grandmother have been gone almost 20 years.  Where did the time go?!?

Now that Gpa is gone, I’d say it’s a fresh wave of grief.  I’m not only missing him.  I’m missing the others who are gone as well.

Some days grief is a cloak I put on before I leave the house.  Other days just a button on the lapel. No matter the size, it’s there nonetheless.

Some days it’s a comfort and other’s it stifles.

But I wouldn’t say there is any getting over it.

Last Coffee Spill Art

I thought we had seen the last of the coffee spills.

With mixed feelings.

However, I recently moved the bookcase I had in the kitchen and found one more.  Waiting to be discovered.  It is a good to move things around.

And this one I share with mixed feelings.


What Does Laura Want?

I understand that people want to know what I’m going to do next.

A neighbor asked me what does Laura want.  He asked this after I told him I’ve been doing what I want.

And yet he and other’s want something else.  I’m not sure what.

The wonderful thing about this time with Gpa was we both got to do the things that made us happy.  He liked to go for a ride.  I’d take him to go juggle.

He loved spending time with the kids and would toss a bean bag to them. – bonus

I got my watercolors out and got to get several pictures done.  I haven’t gotten them out since he got sick until tonight.  What a nice way to spend an evening.

I’m creating books for the grandbabies that focus on what Gpa liked.  Below is a grasshopper for the bug book.  Gpa liked to tell people that there is a certain spot on the grasshopper’s leg that if you touched it, the leg would fall off.   This allows the grasshopper to get away from birds.

Now that I’ve gotten my music room set up, I’ve been playing daily.

But saying that I want to paint, play music and juggle isn’t what people want to hear.

I’m not sure what they want me to say.

Maybe that I’m happy. I’m sad that Gpa is gone. I miss him.  But I have all these wonderful memories that I get to remember when I paint, play music and juggle.

My hope and prayer for you is that you find what makes you happy and that you allow yourself to do it/be it.


Heart Strings

I found an opportunity to play for a local nursing home.  I did it on Friday.  It was awesome.  I played for their dinner hour and the feedback was great.

Two song requests that I couldn’t perform,  Danny Boy and Somewhere Over the Rainbow.   I’m not sure how Danny Boy will sound on the ukulele but I have the sheet music for Somewhere Over the Rainbow, I just didn’t have it with me.  

I’ll get it together for next week.

I slept very well that night.

This morning, I moved things around and got a part of the big bedroom set up as a music room.  I played the keyboard a little bit and then the guitar.  And just a bit ago, I played a new song on the violin as well as the other ones I am practicing.  

So glad I set up the room.  Exif_JPEG_422

Happy International Women’s Day

The only reason I know today is International Women’s Day is because I am a member of Women in Film, Dallas.

They had a screening of International shorts and I went.

I haven’t been able to attend meetings in the last year or so and it was nice to get out.

I got to catch up with people I haven’t seen in that time and saw some great shorts.

One, was created by a couple of members and they had a Q&A afterwards.

We were at Studio Movie Grill and they were showing ‘Girl Rising’ in another theater.

The night was filled with International Women’s Day.  The woman who sat next to me asked, are we the only one’s who know?

I said we could Facebook and Twitter.  Oh and now I’m blogging.

Hope you have a super great day.

Sometimes a Shift is Necessary

I am finding that I don’t want to do the things that I did with Gpa.

Well, I do but I don’t.

My garden plot needs a new frame.  I’ve been asked if it’s OK to move to a different plot.  It’s across the way and down one.  Just enough of a shift to get me excited to get back to the garden.  It helps that my daughter wants a plot as well.  I’ve been helping her and her friend with their plot.

I haven’t gone back to the library to juggle.  I want to wait until I know what my new schedule will be.  But when I go to the library to pick up or drop off books, I look in the room as I pass by and don’t want to go in.  Yesterday when I went, the room was set up as a classroom.  Whew, no pressure now to hurry back.

The last place I need to shift is at church.  Gpa and I sat at the very back and it’s hard for me to sit there on my own.  Last Sunday I looked over a couple of times to check on him.  Oops, not there.  Too, too sad.

So I checked with a friend and asked her if I can sit with her.  She said, yes.

Not big changes but enough to be of comfort.