This morning I woke to the sounds of loud trucks doing some sort of construction….on my day off. I want the windows opened to feel the breeze of the 80 degrees F (26 C) and to enjoy fresh air as opposed to the air conditioning many of us have been forced to use daily in this heat. The noise was overwhelming, but it didn’t stop the gentle breeze cooling off my house.
I felt the tiniest bit frustrated as I sat at my dining room table, by my computer, ready to write. I had a perfect view of the workers using some sort of road-destroying mechanism cutting some of the road out, the noise shaking my house as I watched some of my wall art shaking on the nails. I watched as an air tube snapped off the machine, hissing and flailing every which way like some sort of crazy psychotic snake, and the man controlling the machine screamed and ran away from it like a little girl. I swear it felt like watching a Three Stooges episode.
I have to admit, I laughed. It’s always the little things, isn’t it?
I’m all for sharing. Why not, right? Well I was out for sushi with friends and ordered a bowl of edamame for me and one friend to share. She arrives, I tell her they’re for us, and we both go to town on them. I love those things! And so does she! Yum.
So I decide to take a break and I see there are only two pods of edamame left, and I assume I get one and she gets the other. Literally a minute later they’re both gone! So I wait for a lull in the conversation, and then I asked everyone, “Does anyone watch Curb Your Enthusiasm?” They all nod and I say “Well I hate to get all Larry David on you, but isn’t there a general unspoken rule when sharing that when there are two of whatever you’re eating left, each sharer gets one?” My friend, who is a kind and adorable person, just starts giggling because she knows what this is about. Then she responds.
Her: “You’d stopped eating! I thought you were done!”
Me: “I still think it’s a rule. Or it’s at least etiquette!”
Her: “Well you should have eaten faster then I guess!”
So I punched her in the face.
No, not really.
Of course, this was all in good fun, and in fact I’d had enough edamame. But still.
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I love Smurfs (as it states in my mini-bio) and if you’re in the United States you can’t escape the McDonald’s commercials that promote the Smurf toys. The only problem is that I don’t want the McD’s worker to know it’s for me.
Me: “Hi, can I see what Smurfs you have?”
McD’s Worker: Gives me a weird look.
Me: “Er…it’s for my girlfriend’s niece.”
McD’s Worker: “Hold on.” (In a frustrated tone.)
He comes back and I see that I already have the four he’s shown me.
Me: “Oh shoot I already have these. I mean she does.”
That really happened. Smooth, huh?
When Den asked me if we should share our positivity with the world, I didn’t have to think much before I said yes. Actually, we already started planning before we even sealed the deal, because our eagerness to share short nonfiction stories of our everyday lives that make us smile shine strongly.
Sometimes my enthusiasm gets too much for some people, but not for Den. He sat there smiling, on the other side of the world, while I was tapping away with ideas. When the steam wore off, he got time to share his ideas. His brilliant ideas. Ideas that you’re looking at right now. This is for him.