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Trust

As far as I’m concerned the glass is half full. My husband of glass half empty has gone to 3/4 full and I’m needing to pull him back a bit.

His mother was right when years ago she gave me a hand-carved wall hanging of a hot air balloon with him and his ideas, and me standing on the ground supporting him and also making sure he didn’t go too far.

I put my life in his hands every day. He places his trust in me to do the same. Here’s a song.  So Christmas is cell phones, not here every day, some on back order, you’ll get them one day.

That was our holiday gift for both birthdays and Christmas. We’re practical. Dee

Love

It’s the most powerful emotion, be it parent, spouse or friend. Then there is trust. If you’ve both you’ve hit the million dollar lottery.

Being apart for a long time can lead to mistrust and bad feelings. Hang in there. Know that everything will be OK. That’s what I’m doing.

As one who’s done performances as a kid and speeches as an adult I have butterflies for him today teaching a four-hour seminar. I even wanted him to get snacks (of course I would have done so but he’s 2,500 miles away) and he did not do so.

I know he’ll do great, and I did my bit but when microphones and television are in play I freeze a bit. I’m so proud of him. I hope to hear good news later tonight. Cheers! Dee

Deja Vu

all over again, ha ha. For years I’ve taken care of pets for free, a sort of barter system for the past ten years. The first time I did this I probably did 1,000 dog visits and got one in return. Some barter system as everyone was busy or away for the weekend. I should have made it a business.

Second time went OK because we were friends and exchanged dinners and/or got gift bags and became hooked on Pro Bars and especially SmartWool socks. I miss those gals and their pup.

Now we’re entering phase one again. My husband is away on business, herding dog of 10+ years is at my side and I thought I was going to die. I contacted my doctor. Thirty hours later his practice finally called and said he no longer takes a major insurance provider and that they can get me in ten days from now with someone else.

I said I’d heal myself (I am doing so), go to the emergency room, or die at home alone and leave a note blaming them. And no, they don’t get the dog. This woman, instead of saying “have a nice day” actually said “have a nice nap.” Yes, it was nice to finally get an hour’s sleep. Please forgive me for reporting these medical professionals through the appropriate channels.

The thing is that both my husband and I, and even our dog, see the good in people (and dogs) and trust them until they cannot be trusted. If that is a weakness, let me die having that weakness. The moment I become a bigot or a hater is the moment I cease to live anyways.

Last night with my legs swelled up twice their size I asked God to let me live because I’ve still more of His work to do here. I do not believe in organized religion but believe in God and know he sends me places for reasons. Sometimes I figure them out, sometimes not. Hey, I’m alive and now have to go because the dog just vomited all of today’s food under the dining room table. She even trusts old dead stuff she scarfs up in the park! I just know that when I’m sick no-one comforts me or takes Zoe out. I just get the strength to make it work and go on with life. Dee

 

Limitations

As a little girl, I’d say to my mother that Debbie had invited a few of us girls for a sleepover. She’d say “why would she want YOU there?”

First jobs during college, picking weeds and resurfacing clay tennis courts at a summer resort. I wasn’t allowed to sit on the roller as that was a manly job, just do all the scut work.

After college, I finally got a good and interesting job but my boss was elevated from my job so I got to do all the organizing and writing but when it came to negotiations and deliberations I was not allowed at the party. Trust.

I left him abruptly to go be a lobbyist in NYC. My boss took my words and said “Go downtown, I’ll have your testimony before you have to go on.” Yes, she did, changing three or four words and commandeering a car to get her there usually about a minute before I spoke, thus I never got to see the changes.

When employers do not train their employees to do what is needed to get the job done, that does a disservice to both. When employees are asked to do certain things to make things right and do them, an employer must reconsider their status if they’ve been downgraded.

I’ve been a boss and have also created and managed many volunteer projects over the years. I find that honey, not vinegar, is the key. Discussion, sometimes “you could do this better, here’s how to do it and thanks for volunteering.”

One client had a board after events that was called Goods and Betters. It wasn’t what went right and wrong, it was what was good and what we’d need to do better, as in name tags weren’t at the table and had to be gotten from the car.

Teamwork, common goal, benchmarks, praise, trust tend to work better than what I’ve encountered throughout parts of my life. As to a mother telling a kid that no-one would want to play with them, I’m still at a loss and I can’t talk to her about it because she’s gone.

When I was young I allowed some limitations to get the best of me. It took until I was 30 to come into my own as a person. Now I see these young pro athletes and they’re young enough to at least be my sons, if not nearly grandkids. They don’t see limitations, they see opportunities and so do I. Cheers! Dee

Service

Hanging up is never a good thing unless the people who work for you say awful things after they think they hung up their phone, like “thanks for being unreasonable.” I called back and fired them immediately as no-one treats me like that and gets away with it.

I think we’ve lost customer service and personal decorum as a people and don’t know what to do to get it back. I’ve six phone calls mostly from the Police today about tagging on a trail where I can’t walk my dog because of sexual assaults, and one woman walked in to the next building and never came out and police took out all our garbage to check for remains, that info came from my barber who knows everything. It bodes ill for our neighborhood and the services for which we pay dearly.

Trust is a word I only use for my husband, dog, father and certain family members. There are friends I’ve invited over for years who I trusted and have turned against us. Service is another matter, but I need to trust anyone who comes into our home. Take a pet sitter, who has our home and dog and I trust them implicitly and they’ve always come through, Zoe has even chased a strange man (to me, because I don’t have dog eye and nose capabilities) down the street because he had once cared for her. He turned around and patted her and said her name, nearly a year later. Now that’s service.

When I pay for service, I expect it and always leave extra for the good work that has been done. I pay for excellent service and when someone I hire hangs up the cell phone while saying “thank you for being unreasonable” I take action.

I’ll find someone else. I’ll do it myself until I can do so. No, I’m not the word that rhymes with witch, I’ve been ill for 30 years now and can justify having help twice a month. It’s life. Anyone will tell you I’m a good egg. You don’t need to like us but do your job and please do not insult us. Better days, cheers, Dee.

Texas Gents

Yes, I’ve the good fortune to be married to one and have several more kin on his side of the family.

Yesterday my m-i-l called wanting to collect on her pear tree we gave her for Mother’s Day. She never got the gift certificate and they’ve pear trees ready. I went through my bank records back to last year’s Mother’s Day. Nothing. They went through theirs. Nothing.

Until they found her name and my husband’s credit card number. It’s an old one because a waiter stole his number and tried to charge thousands of dollars on it. Luckily the bank’s fraud section was on it and cancelled it immediately and gave him a temporary one within hours.

This Texas Gent declined to take payment until M picks up her tree. I gave him a new card number and upped it to two pear trees but he’s going to try to sell her on one Asian Pear and that’s OK with us. He, Sir Steve, is setting aside the best pear trees for the Lady of the Day. All is set and paid for and there’s nothing like living in the country! Or at least staying there from time to time. Everyone waves on the road when I’m out walking the dog. What’s not to love about that?

Trust is a dwindling resource between crime, 9/11, TSA and of course NSA. A couple of years ago a guy from my home town sent my husband some woodworking equipment. No money. Just pay if you want it and otherwise send it back. It turns out we worked at the same place one summer and never met. Trust and Texas Gents. Words of the day.

Now where can I have a great boy’s cowboy boot handmade for me? No, I’m not talking about me and shoes. ‘Nuff said that Mom told me my sister should get two pair for school and I should wear the boxes.

Cheers and here’s to the great ladies of TX as well! Yes, I know many more of them than gents. We cook and clean and chat while the guys nap and watch The Game (Thanksgiving, Aggies vs. UT, we’re Aggies). Dee