Waiting for the Right One……

I had an interesting conversation yesterday after the last of several meetings when the coffee was swapped for wine. Of the four of us in the room, one woman coming up on their 47th anniversary had known the man she married for only three months, the youngest guy in the room met the love of his life when they were in high school (separate, rival highs schools), but they actually didn’t get married until seven or eight years later. The other guy waited until he was in his early 50s before he married for the first time, although he and his future wife also knew each other for six or seven years before they actually got married. In the case of my husband and me, we knew each other for almost two years before we married, even though we were officially engaged for six months of that time. In each case, there was the recognition that this was the “right one”.

Now, as I have written before, I do believe in love at first sight because I have personally known of some situations, but I also know that it is easier to fall in love than to stay in love. I have one friend in particular who has had an on-again, off-again relationship for well over ten years and they cannot seem to get past certain points between them. Will they ever? Hard to say. Are they “right” for each other? From the outside, looking in, I think so, but maybe there are too many things that I don’t know about their relationship.

Anyway, before I stray too far from the point, love can come in different forms – that instantaneous attraction that keeps growing, a friendship that develops into love, even initial disagreement that changes, and occasionally, as with one couple I know, there is a divorce and re-marriage. From my perspective, bring with “the right one” means it’s easy. I don’t mean that you never disagree or squabble, or may have an out-an-out fight every now and then. What I mean is that when you think of that person, there is a warmth that suffuses within you, and it’s like slipping on that favorite, worn pair of jeans/sweats/shorts/robe or whatever. It’s that feeling of comfort that surrounds you. And if you are in the midst of being lonely, wondering if “the right one” will ever come, what I will say it that I’ve certainly seen people on their second (or more) go-round in later years. Not that it can’t be painful being alone when you are surrounded by couples, but I do believe that “the right one” is worth waiting for. By the way, that doesn’t mean you can’t have plenty of fun before then. In fact, I included that line in Deadly Doubloons.

Traveling Ahead……

Dustin and one of his dance partners in new piece from Lucy Bowen-McCauley.

Dustin and one of his dance partners in new piece from Lucy Bowen-McCauley.

Well, the summer as a possible quiet time doesn’t look like it’s going to happen. That’s not a bad thing, merely a change in directions as I have decided in add in an extra trip this month, then my October trip to Louisiana will actually start a little earlier in September as I add on a leg up in Missouri. There’s more in Nov, but I’ll talk about that in a later post. The multi-stop trip beginning late next week has to do with me going up for the Capital Fringe Performance that the Bowen-McCauley Dance Company will be appearing at (http://bmdc.org). They have a short video clip of a rehearsal and Dustin is the guy in the black leotard. Anyway, I’m combining that visit with a return detour through Huntsville where I will be with another dear friend. We missed seeing each other last year, so I’ll pop in for a couple of nights.

I’ve sent word to the Louisiana girlfriends to see if anyone will be around the last Friday of September, although if they aren’t, there’ll be an extra evening to spend with some of the cousins. The Missouri piece has to do with linking in with the Hawaii friend, and no, that isn’t as odd as it sounds. That’s all connected with visiting our mutual parents and me throwing in a couple of extra days to make the logistics work. And if the schedules don’t get screwed up again, all of this will be as new books are coming out. Now, these trips have nothing to do with the major travel in November and December, but as I said, that’s another post.

How We Think Now…..

Serious content alert! A luncheon conversation did it again – set me to thinking about one of the important themes of my book, Your Room at the End: Thoughts About Aging We’d Rather Avoid. In this particular case, it has to do with knowing when you really are “too old” for a task or activity. I’m not talking about a physical thing here, although that certainly does happen. Being no longer able to carry an heavy object or climb up on a ladder without the real risk of falling, or something of that nature, is in a way, easier to accept because there is a physical impediment that can be defined. In other cases, as in this particular discussion, it is the far more distressing point of discovering that you may no longer have the mental acuity to manage a specific task or set of tasks. Worse, is having other people tell you that you are no longer able. Most of us like to believe that we will recognize that point and gracefully hand over the reins, maybe make a bit of a joke. If you haven’t experienced this with an older person in your own life, talk to someone who routinely works with the elderly and run that one by them. One of the things that I learned in working through writing Your Room was to acknowledge the fear (that is often accompanied by anger) of “becoming useless”, and especially of being pushed aside because someone perceives you in that manner.

What does one do about this? What I have come to believe is that a genuine analysis of a situation is the starting point and if you can’t objectively analyze, then ask for another “pair of eyes”. Is it that an individual can no longer do a task or that the individual can no longer do the task as quickly or as efficiently as before? There is a difference and it might be a big difference. Managing a checkbook is an example. Perhaps the individual was once meticulous in maintaining a checkbook down to the penny. Maybe that individual now labors much longer over the task, asking for you to double check their math, perhaps forgetting sometimes to enter a debit or deposit. If it is only occasionally, and doesn’t cause an overdraw, is it really time to consider taking away the management of the checkbook? Now, if there are multiple missing entries, and especially confusion about the missing entries (or duplicate entries), that’s probably cause for concern.

There are no easy answers here, no “one size fits all” measure, but what I would suggest is that if you do quickly reach in to “help” with something or become impatient because a previously simple task now requires double or triple the time, that you step back and try and view the situation from the other individual’s perspective. You may find that you are too quickly leaping to the conclusion that someone is “too old” for a task. If you are correct, however, try to handle it with as much dignity as possible for the other person.

For Parents Who Travel

Perhaps the fact that I’m traveling tomorrow so soon after Mother’s Day sparked the thought about my book, The Parents Guide to Business Travel, the first non-fiction book that I wrote. While I usually hyperlink the title, this time, I’m providing the link to the first chapter instead because there might be some passages that will sound very familiar. http://www.charliehudson.net/books/week_sample.html

In actuality, I think the spark came from a discussion with a friend who has a friend who is feeling that his relationship with his children is strained due to travel, but he thinks that it will eventually work out. And it might. However, if the plan is to pretend that there isn’t a problem and ignore it rather than honestly look at the situation, then the scales could tip in the other direction. The very reason that I wrote the book was based on many years of work-related separation, to include the six months of deployment during Desert Shield/Storm. The separations began when my son was only three and continued through high school. That is why I divided the book by age group – how one handles separation with an infant is not the same as with an adolescent. No matter the age though, there is a common theme and that is to convey to the child/children that you are not away because you value work more than family. The demand of travel in a job is a reality in certain professions and that is what you explain. How you explain that will depend on age, personality, and other factors that I discuss in the book. When managed correctly, this can be a positive influence because it provides insight to a child about adults and work. Children can understand priorities when those are presented in a user-friendly way. “Mommy/Daddy has work and sometimes it is at the office and sometimes it’s in a far away place. I will come home as soon as I can,” instead of, “Stop crying about me leaving. I have to because of work.” It may seem like a subtle difference, but it is a difference.

Enhanced technology can be a wonderful thing for helping “shrink the distance”, although that doesn’t always work schedule-wise if you travel in significantly separated time zones or are on a project that starts early in the morning and ends late at night. The key point to remember is that children can and do understand about why you travel if you have two-way communications and address their concerns seriously. (That doesn’t mean agreeing to emotional blackmail, but I cover that in the book, too). So, if it’s time to pack that bag again soon, interact with your child/children prior to the trip and if the response is, “That’s okay, it’s not a big deal,” that probably means you are handling the situation well.

 

 

A Different Gift For A Mother…….

There are definitely elements of the O. Henry story, “Gift of the Magi” in this, but something triggered a memory the other day. You meet a lot of people during your time with the military and a gentleman that I knew related this to me when we were discussing the various assignments he’d had. It’s important that I digress to explain how assignments in the military work for those who do not have that background. All military personnel, enlisted or officer, are assigned to a specific branch of the service and have a specific Military Occupational Speciality (MOS). That means the type of training they receive such as in Military Personnel, Military Police, Infantry, etc., There are multiple MOSs within a field and an individual can be trained throughout a career in different MOSs. Assignments are based on MOS, location, and the all-encompassing “needs of the service”. In other words, all personnel are given the opportunity to ask for a certain area or installation such as, “the Southeast” or Fort Bragg, North Carolina. If the individual’s request and the service’s need coincide, that’s fine. However, the individual’s request simply doesn’t have priority and virtually everyone has stories of odd assignments to places they had no intention of going to.

Okay, I have set the stage. The gentleman I am talking about had one brother who was also in the Army. By chance of timing, they were coming up on assignment at essentially the same time. I don’t recall if their mother was widowed or divorced, but she was single for many years and lived close to Fort Hood, Texas. The sons had been stationed either overseas or some distance away and as they spoke to each other about their pending assignments, they agreed that asking for Fort Hood would be a really nice surprise for their mother. Since Fort Hood is a very large installation with a lot of units and not necessarily one of the more popular choices, they felt confident that their request would be approved. They were correct, but the military is also notorious for last minute changes and so they waited for a bit to spring the surprise, wanting to make certain that the assignments were locked.

As you might have guessed, she was surprised and touched. She had a surprise for them, too. She had met a wonderful man that she was in love with and was to be remarried before she and her new husband moved to I believe it was Oklahoma. Needless to say, the family conversation was filled with surprises. Notwithstanding the exchanges of “What?!”, that probably occurred, everyone apparently accepted the situation philosophically and at least she and her new husband weren’t going across the country.

 

A Poignant Movie Laced With Comedic Lines….

I was checking the television guide yesterday and ran across the last part of the movie, “Stranger Than Fiction”. When I originally saw this, I approached it with caution since Will Farrell movies are not necessarily among my favorites. (My husband would immediately protest that “Talledega Nights” is a classic, but that is another topic.) “Stranger Than Fiction”, however, also starred Emma Thompson, Dustin Hoffman, and Queen Latifah, and that tilted it into the “might as well try it category”. The essence of the story is that Farrell plays Harold Crick, an IRS employee who begins to experience strange sensations and hears a narrator speaking of him as if he is a character in a novel. Emma Thompson, who plays the author who has created Harold Crick, is not aware of his reality and she is stuck in trying to finish the book. Queen Latifah, in a marvelously understated role, plays the representative from the publisher who is an expert with assisting authors who are “stuck”. Dustin Hoffman plays a professor of literature whom Harold Crick turns to for advice.

In the meantime, Harold Crick’s real life (or does he have one?) has its own complications. The manner in which these elements are played out are crafted well notwithstanding a few typical Farrell moments. This is not a fall-out-of-your chair laughing sort of movie, but chuckles are in order as well as moments of tenderness that I am a sucker for. There are also wonderful insights into human nature – what would you do with your last few days if you thought you were fated to die? I do not consider this to be a chick flick, although there aren’t any car chases or explosions either. It is another one of those delightful movies that is well worth your time. I mean, you have lines like Dustin Hoffman saying to Will Farrell, “Well, we’ve determined that you’re not a Gollum.”

Men and Clutter……

Anyone who routinely follows the blog knows that I am married to one of the most wonderful men in the world. He, however, is male, and therefore the now famous Mars/Venus situations are sprinkled through our relationship. A few posts ago, I explained my homage to the recliner and I am genuinely fine with that. When we moved into the four bedroom house we now occupy a neighbor with two children, dogs, and a cat asked why only two of us needed four bedrooms. I said, “Two offices.” We have tried to share an office and that is not a good idea. I do often have a messy desk, but it is not my preferred style. My agreement with my husband has always been that he can spread out, scatter whatever, and I won’t touch it as long as I can close the door when we have company.

That, then brings me to the den which is quite open with no door to close, plus where one steps into when entering the house. Thus, the issue of clutter. Now, I am not talking about partially eaten food or a beer glass with dregs in it left sitting for days. That is an altogether different category that if my husband was prone to, we would probably never had married. No, I’m talking basic, non-dirty clutter – magazines, books, shoes, backpack, etc., types of things. I have come to the conclusion after many discussions – some a bit more sharp than others – that this is definitely a Mars/Venus topic. Men, or at least my husband example of the species, doesn’t acknowledge “clutter”. Therefore, if he doesn’t acknowledge it, then it doesn’t exist and ergo, why should it bother me? It is stuff rather than clutter. Simple stuff, all of which does have a place to go, but if one is going to need it again soon, why put it away and just have to get it back out?

This explanation by the way, also plays well into our entrepreneurial society and is why we have “Space Bags”, “Container Stores”, closet systems, and professional organizers. Those of us who wish to control clutter are in a constant search for convenient means to make putting stuff (clutter) away and yet still be easily accessible. Hmm, perhaps I have just provided an economic reason to have clutter. Ah, well!

The Irony of Envy……

Serious content alert. I had a soulful conversation recently with a friend whose sister’s marriage is possibly unraveling. Like most people, she in turn, needed someone as a sounding board and I don’t mind. She doesn’t do blogs or Facebook, so there is little chance of her reading this post, not to mention that she lives quite distant from here. I don’t actually know her sister, but have heard the story for years of their financial successes – the impressive salaries, the executive home, the highend cars. No children because they wouldn’t fit in with their demanding jobs and lifestyle. (That’s a decision that a lot of people make.) Now, I don’t know if this is a correct perception or not, but my friend has always felt that the sister considered her to be lacking in ambition because she chose a different path. A professional, yet not in a job where you would ever get rich, a quite nice, although more modest home  based on the photos that I’ve seen, two children, a husband, also a professional, but no chance of making a big salary. They do okay, but no, definitely not in the same category as her sister. To the best of my knowledge there has not been overt envy, merely the understandable wistful comments at times.

As happens though, both of the couple’s companies downsized, the high-paying job no longer needed at all for the sister, a lower-paying position offered to the husband. I don’t know the details and wouldn’t want to, but apparently their income had gone mostly to fund the comfortable lifestyle and not into a savings plan to cover a sustained downturn. And for those who have never been through it, money troubles can wreak havoc on a marriage. The house, I gather, is pending or heading to foreclosure and there is a lot of anger spilling over into every conversation. Depression is apparently an issue as well and the worry in my friend’s voice can be clearly heard. I provided a shoulder and “uh,huh’d” a good bit. I will do that as often as my friend needs me to and I can only hope that everything eventually works out for everyone.

In Defense of the Recliner……

I am not a recliner person – I am a “curler” in that I like to curl up on a sofa or use a foot stool with an easy chair. I do not now, nor have ever really understood what it is about recliners that men tend to love – I merely know that it seems to be a common preference. These thoughts have come about because a friend is determined to get rid of her husband’s old recliner that yes, I do agree is not particularly in keeping with their present decor. Well, it’s also old enough to have some distinct shabbiness issues. However, I do recognize that there is a degree of “being broken in” that apparently applies to a recliner and therein lies a part of the discussion. How long it takes to properly “break in” a recliner is another question, but perhaps that could be a reasonable compromise with replacing it rather than simply getting rid of it.

In fact, when we refurnished our den, my agreement was for my husband to go all over the quite large furniture store and pick out the recliner that he wanted and I would furnish the room around that piece. It was easier from my perspective and our tastes are close enough that it was a safe approach to use. There were quite a few recliners though and it did take more than one trip for him to verify that yes, that was the right “fit”. Interestingly, I did pick out a recliner for my chair because it happened to be both comfortable and a great fabric. I added a coodinated foot stool though so that I rarely use the recline function. Okay, who has an opinion on this matter?

Postponing Valentine’s Day….

Happy Valentine's Day!

Happy Valentine’s Day!

No, not officially. Well, I mean not for the rest of the planet and we do have a chilled bottle of champagne in the refrigerator. It’s just that we have two nights out planned next week as follow-on to a couple of radio spots that I’ll be doing, and we enjoy both the restaurants where the live broadcasts will be.

The original plan for today was to pop up to Fresh Market, the new store I mentioned in an earlier post, have lunch at one of our favorite places, then shop for the ingredients for a great dinner, and dine poolside this evening. That was a good idea, but a business obligation came up on my end and my husband has a new underwater housing for his camera that came in and he needs to drive up to Fort Lauderdale to get that. Not trying to make ourselves into crazy people doing everything in one day and “sliding” Valentine’s Day to next Thursday to coincide with that radio broadcast makes more sense. One of the nice things when you’ve been married this long is that you can be somewhat flexible with birthdays, anniversaries, etc,. That, of course, does not mean postponing because you’ve forgotten one of the important dates.

Interestingly, on my way to a breakfast meeting this morning, the DJ said there was a survey where many married couples and those in long term relationships felt they started taking each other for granted within 3.5 years. So, for the record, us postponing dinner out is a matter of mutally agreed practicality and definitely not because we are taking each other for granted.