Child Care 101
My daughter sent me The Nanny Diaries to read, thinking that because I had been in child care I would enjoy it. The book is about a college student in New York City who works as a nanny, caring for a four year old boy whose mother is a socialite, more concerned with her appearance than her child. The book left me unsettled and sad.
After twenty three years as a child care provider, I’ve met all kinds of parents, although thankfully none as bad as the socialite mentioned. Someday I’m gonna write a book.
The saddest case I ever cared for was a little girl I referred to as the well kept pet. She came to my day care in lovely dresses and pants outfits, which she was not to get dirty. And when she went home after a nine and a half hour day, she was delivered to grandmas or a babysitter for the evening while her parents attended meetings or social occasions. At home she was expected to keep quiet, mind immediately, and stay neat and clean. One of the first things I did for this child was buy some second hand play clothes and change her as soon as her parents left for work. This little one bonded with me early. She loved coming to my house and playing with me and the other kids. After nine months in my care, her parents pulled her out of my day care because she “was becoming too attached.” They placed her in a day care center where she wouldn’t become accustomed to just one provider. I’ve often thought about how this lonely little girl turned out 20 years later.
Then there’s the opposite extreme, where the parents were so overprotective they could hardly pull themselves away to go to their jobs. In the name of love, they hovered over their child; loathe to leave her if she so much as whimpered. In the beginning the goodbyes sometimes lasted an hour or more, making the child unsure and nervous. If mommy and daddy act apprehensive about leaving the child in the care of this stranger, it follows that the child will be nervous about being left. Children pick up on the emotional issues of the parent. Timid and unwilling to take risks, I wonder whether, upon reaching her teen-age years, she will become totally rebellious or just remain the shy wall flower she learned to become.
Then I remember with laughter the little boy who experienced no discipline at all before coming to me. He started out by climbing up on kitchen chairs well before he was a year old, rapidly progressing to teetering on the edge of the kitchen table, and then onto literally climbing my bookshelves. Determined to reach the top of the seven foot case, I caught him on the second shelf with the entire case swaying ominously. He was one of those devilish little kids who get away with things because they look at you with those twinkling little eyes as if to say, “Ain’t I cute?” His parents had the attitude of boys will be boys and weren’t fazed at all when met by their little guy with a swollen lip or gigantic bruise on his forehead. After visiting their home, I could see why they weren’t upset; he had virtually no boundaries and the word “no” never crossed their lips. A born Evel Knievel, he’s sure to be a risk taker all his life. Hope he survives.
I’ve seen a lot of parenting styles over the years, and I can pretty much tell you how these kids are going to turn out. Thankfully, however, MY children are perfect. Of course.
Friday, January 21, 2011
Monday, January 10, 2011
Thackeray the Cat
If you’ve ever visited the Ripley Library, you’ve no doubt run into Thackeray, the resident cat. Recently Thackeray posted this message on his Facebook page: “Okay. Here goes. I’m hoping to receive post cards (or notes or letters) from my friends all over the world. I’d like my friends to tell their friends who tell their friends, etc. Tell them in Facebook, your emails, text friends, everyone u know. Send a postcard to Thackeray, c/o Ripley Free Library, PO Box 808, Ripley, NY 14775. U need only to sign with your first name & last initial. I will post the places I’ve heard from. Thx!”
Being a friend of Thackeray’s myself, I thought you might like to know a bit more about this trepidatious cat who thinks he should be renowned worldwide. Thack, as he is often known, is approaching mid-life at seven and a half years of age. The only home he’s ever known is the Ripley Library, since leaving his mother’s care at 8 weeks.
Thackeray’s official function at the library is to greet the patrons as they enter, which he does or doesn’t do as the whim takes him. He can be exceedingly charming on occasion or deliberately standoffish. Don’t take it personally, however, since as is the case with many writers, he can be very moody. Did I mention that Thackeray writes? He not only has his own Facebook page where you can find him by searching for Just Ask, but he also writes the occasional book review on the Ripley Library page at http://ripleylibrary.blogspot.com. This may not seem like much to declare oneself a writer, but you try typing with paws.
Among Thack’s unofficial duties, he is chief mouse catcher, if ever any should appear, and acts quite often as a paper weight for the librarian’s in-box. Most helpful among his exploits in the library, he delights in rearranging the books displayed on the tops of shelves or tables and quite often helps put jigsaw puzzles together, pushing particularly worrisome pieces to the floor.
Like most cats, Thackeray enjoys romping about the library, chasing his laser mouse or simply chasing his tail round and round one of the support poles. But his greatest delight is sitting with the Knitting Club. The balls of yarn are irresistible temptations and he gladly helps unwind them as the knitters knit and pearl. The ladies are kind to him of course, never casting him off.
Thackeray will sit with patrons from time to time, keeping them company. He is a great listener – unless he gets bored, whereupon he will simply jump down and meander away.
Some small word of caution about our beloved Thackeray, however. He does not appreciate being picked up, as he would rather make the first move. And should you be wearing clothing with loose strings dangling or Ben-Gay, that analgesic heat rub for aching muscles, watch out! Thackeray is particularly fond of attached strings, and the smell of menthol sends him into paroxysms of delight. It might even be better than cat-nip.
As for Thackeray’s request for post cards, letters or notes please spread the word. Send a card yourself and by all means, invite your friends, relatives, acquaintances and online friends to do the same. Maps will be hung in the library to track the mail Thackeray receives and the cards displayed. As mentioned above, correspondence can be sent to Thackeray, c/o Ripley Free Library, P. O. Box 808, Ripley, NY 14775. I thank you and Thackeray thanks you.
If you’ve ever visited the Ripley Library, you’ve no doubt run into Thackeray, the resident cat. Recently Thackeray posted this message on his Facebook page: “Okay. Here goes. I’m hoping to receive post cards (or notes or letters) from my friends all over the world. I’d like my friends to tell their friends who tell their friends, etc. Tell them in Facebook, your emails, text friends, everyone u know. Send a postcard to Thackeray, c/o Ripley Free Library, PO Box 808, Ripley, NY 14775. U need only to sign with your first name & last initial. I will post the places I’ve heard from. Thx!”
Being a friend of Thackeray’s myself, I thought you might like to know a bit more about this trepidatious cat who thinks he should be renowned worldwide. Thack, as he is often known, is approaching mid-life at seven and a half years of age. The only home he’s ever known is the Ripley Library, since leaving his mother’s care at 8 weeks.
Thackeray’s official function at the library is to greet the patrons as they enter, which he does or doesn’t do as the whim takes him. He can be exceedingly charming on occasion or deliberately standoffish. Don’t take it personally, however, since as is the case with many writers, he can be very moody. Did I mention that Thackeray writes? He not only has his own Facebook page where you can find him by searching for Just Ask, but he also writes the occasional book review on the Ripley Library page at http://ripleylibrary.blogspot.com. This may not seem like much to declare oneself a writer, but you try typing with paws.
Among Thack’s unofficial duties, he is chief mouse catcher, if ever any should appear, and acts quite often as a paper weight for the librarian’s in-box. Most helpful among his exploits in the library, he delights in rearranging the books displayed on the tops of shelves or tables and quite often helps put jigsaw puzzles together, pushing particularly worrisome pieces to the floor.
Like most cats, Thackeray enjoys romping about the library, chasing his laser mouse or simply chasing his tail round and round one of the support poles. But his greatest delight is sitting with the Knitting Club. The balls of yarn are irresistible temptations and he gladly helps unwind them as the knitters knit and pearl. The ladies are kind to him of course, never casting him off.
Thackeray will sit with patrons from time to time, keeping them company. He is a great listener – unless he gets bored, whereupon he will simply jump down and meander away.
Some small word of caution about our beloved Thackeray, however. He does not appreciate being picked up, as he would rather make the first move. And should you be wearing clothing with loose strings dangling or Ben-Gay, that analgesic heat rub for aching muscles, watch out! Thackeray is particularly fond of attached strings, and the smell of menthol sends him into paroxysms of delight. It might even be better than cat-nip.
As for Thackeray’s request for post cards, letters or notes please spread the word. Send a card yourself and by all means, invite your friends, relatives, acquaintances and online friends to do the same. Maps will be hung in the library to track the mail Thackeray receives and the cards displayed. As mentioned above, correspondence can be sent to Thackeray, c/o Ripley Free Library, P. O. Box 808, Ripley, NY 14775. I thank you and Thackeray thanks you.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
The Power of Positive Thinking
We’ve all heard this before: we are masters of our own fate. But what does that mean? Life throws curves at all of us from time to time. Some people crumble under adversity, others seem to thrive in spite of it. The difference may be in how we look at things. Positive people tend to cope better and see life’s set-backs as challenges to be met. I know this from personal experience.
For a large part of my life I was a negative, angry person. Everything that was wrong with my life was someone else’s fault. Circumstances beyond my control seemed to run my life. I certainly did not feel I was the master of my own fate. None of this changed overnight; but the power of positive thinking made all the difference.
Several decades ago my husband told me the story of his aunt, whom he called Nanny. Nanny came to this country shortly after World War I with her sister and sister’s husband to help care for her two nieces. Nanny was surrogate mother to the two girls while their parents worked hard to achieve the American dream, and Nanny continued to care for the five children of one of the girls. She never married. She never had a home of her own. She had fled her native land and knew very little English. Her outlook on life was always one of gratitude and thanks, however.
Nanny’s greatest delight was a piece of apple pie and a cup of coffee. The story goes that even when she was an old woman in her late 90s, her great nephews and nieces would take her out for pie and coffee and no matter how dried out the pie or how bad the coffee, she would smack her lips and declare that was the best piece of pie and cup of coffee she’d ever had. She was grateful for every little blessing in her life. She focused on the positive aspect of just being able to go for pie and coffee, not on the condition of the food she ate.
I was inspired by that image of a woman I had never met. I wanted to be like her, appreciating the little things in life, not complaining about everything. I thought about her a lot and tried in small ways to emulate her attitude.
Many years later I was at a workshop about positive thinking. The suggestion was made that we write down something we wanted, something specific that we wanted to change in our lives and then post it somewhere where we would see it every day. We were told to read what we wrote every day, out loud. We were told if we thought positively about what we desired, it would eventually come true.
Some few years after that, at a party, I was given a card that I put by my mirror, saying, “I am at the perfect age for where I am in my life.” I repeated that line, along with the other two thoughts, every morning for years.
When you are confronted by positive thoughts and affirmation day after day, it cannot help but become part of your mind-set. Just as dwelling on the negative will bring you down, concentrating on the positive things in your life will bring you up. I began focusing on the positive things in my life; letting the negative thoughts go as best I could.
I am by no means the person I want to be. I have much more to learn, about myself and the world around me. I am, as the saying goes, a work in progress. Remembering Nanny’s attitude, focusing on a positive change in my life, and repeating daily that I am where I should be at this moment has made all the difference. Perhaps your New Year’s Resolution could be to start with one positive thought. Repeat it daily. Eventually it will become a part of who you are, who you were meant to be. It will allow you to become the master of your own fate, whatever that may be.
We’ve all heard this before: we are masters of our own fate. But what does that mean? Life throws curves at all of us from time to time. Some people crumble under adversity, others seem to thrive in spite of it. The difference may be in how we look at things. Positive people tend to cope better and see life’s set-backs as challenges to be met. I know this from personal experience.
For a large part of my life I was a negative, angry person. Everything that was wrong with my life was someone else’s fault. Circumstances beyond my control seemed to run my life. I certainly did not feel I was the master of my own fate. None of this changed overnight; but the power of positive thinking made all the difference.
Several decades ago my husband told me the story of his aunt, whom he called Nanny. Nanny came to this country shortly after World War I with her sister and sister’s husband to help care for her two nieces. Nanny was surrogate mother to the two girls while their parents worked hard to achieve the American dream, and Nanny continued to care for the five children of one of the girls. She never married. She never had a home of her own. She had fled her native land and knew very little English. Her outlook on life was always one of gratitude and thanks, however.
Nanny’s greatest delight was a piece of apple pie and a cup of coffee. The story goes that even when she was an old woman in her late 90s, her great nephews and nieces would take her out for pie and coffee and no matter how dried out the pie or how bad the coffee, she would smack her lips and declare that was the best piece of pie and cup of coffee she’d ever had. She was grateful for every little blessing in her life. She focused on the positive aspect of just being able to go for pie and coffee, not on the condition of the food she ate.
I was inspired by that image of a woman I had never met. I wanted to be like her, appreciating the little things in life, not complaining about everything. I thought about her a lot and tried in small ways to emulate her attitude.
Many years later I was at a workshop about positive thinking. The suggestion was made that we write down something we wanted, something specific that we wanted to change in our lives and then post it somewhere where we would see it every day. We were told to read what we wrote every day, out loud. We were told if we thought positively about what we desired, it would eventually come true.
Some few years after that, at a party, I was given a card that I put by my mirror, saying, “I am at the perfect age for where I am in my life.” I repeated that line, along with the other two thoughts, every morning for years.
When you are confronted by positive thoughts and affirmation day after day, it cannot help but become part of your mind-set. Just as dwelling on the negative will bring you down, concentrating on the positive things in your life will bring you up. I began focusing on the positive things in my life; letting the negative thoughts go as best I could.
I am by no means the person I want to be. I have much more to learn, about myself and the world around me. I am, as the saying goes, a work in progress. Remembering Nanny’s attitude, focusing on a positive change in my life, and repeating daily that I am where I should be at this moment has made all the difference. Perhaps your New Year’s Resolution could be to start with one positive thought. Repeat it daily. Eventually it will become a part of who you are, who you were meant to be. It will allow you to become the master of your own fate, whatever that may be.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Auld Lang Syne
The New Year fast approaches and many of us are thinking of our resolutions for improvement. We’ll fail most likely, but it’s nice to remember once a year that we CAN change if we’re willing.
The New Year fast approaches and many of us are thinking of our resolutions for improvement. We’ll fail most likely, but it’s nice to remember once a year that we CAN change if we’re willing.
There is a song with which we’re all familiar – Auld Lang Syne. We hear or sing it every midnight New Year’s Eve, but do we really know its meaning? It is a song about remembering the past, lamenting the distance of friends, and not forgetting old acquaintances. A compilation of long existing writings and additional poetry put together by Robert Burns, a Scots poet, in 1788, Auld Lang Syne has become known worldwide.
“Should old acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind? Should old acquaintance be forgot and old lang syne?” The lyrics ask if we should forget our old acquaintances and friends; should we forget the “old long since.” We’re all familiar with the first verse and chorus, but I found the rest of the poem very poignant; remembering times past and the distances between us, whether they be emotional or miles.
“And surely you’ll buy your pint cup, and surely I’ll buy mine; And we’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet, for auld lang syne.
“We two have run about the slopes, and picked the daisies fine; But we’ve wandered many a weary foot, since auld lang syne.
“We two have paddled in the stream, from morning sun till dine; But seas between us broad have roared, since auld lang syne.
“And there’s a hand my trusty friend, and give us a hand o’ thine; And we’ll take a right good-will draught, for auld lang syne.
“For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne, we’ll take a cup of kindness yet, for auld lang syne.”
For some reason this song has made me very emotional this year. It is a song of lament and longing for people we once knew, for those whom we’ve grown distant, for a time of simple pleasures and company.
Time is short for us all. If we live to be 100, there are not enough years in our lives for petty quarrels or imagined hurts. Angry words or actions are a stain on our lives as well as those to whom they are said or done. Is there any one of us who does not wish for one more chance to say I love you to a departed one in our lives? Is there any one of us who does not wish to take back or make up for something we did to hurt another?
Life is fleeting my friends. Remember that when you lash out at your child, spouse, family, friend or neighbor. You may not have the chance to make it up. Tomorrow is not guaranteed to any of us. Remember the past and learn from it, but take a cup of kindness today, for auld lang syne.
“We two have run about the slopes, and picked the daisies fine; But we’ve wandered many a weary foot, since auld lang syne.
“We two have paddled in the stream, from morning sun till dine; But seas between us broad have roared, since auld lang syne.
“And there’s a hand my trusty friend, and give us a hand o’ thine; And we’ll take a right good-will draught, for auld lang syne.
“For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne, we’ll take a cup of kindness yet, for auld lang syne.”
For some reason this song has made me very emotional this year. It is a song of lament and longing for people we once knew, for those whom we’ve grown distant, for a time of simple pleasures and company.
Time is short for us all. If we live to be 100, there are not enough years in our lives for petty quarrels or imagined hurts. Angry words or actions are a stain on our lives as well as those to whom they are said or done. Is there any one of us who does not wish for one more chance to say I love you to a departed one in our lives? Is there any one of us who does not wish to take back or make up for something we did to hurt another?
Life is fleeting my friends. Remember that when you lash out at your child, spouse, family, friend or neighbor. You may not have the chance to make it up. Tomorrow is not guaranteed to any of us. Remember the past and learn from it, but take a cup of kindness today, for auld lang syne.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
A Christmas Letter
With the postal rates going up and up, fewer people are sending Christmas cards these days, or sending fewer of them. My own list of card recipients has been trimmed a bit over the last couple years. For several years I didn’t send cards at all simply because I didn’t have time to personalize each message. Then I discovered the “Christmas letter.”
Most of the people I send cards to are either out of state or people I don’t see a lot during the year. It’s not that I don’t care about the friends and relatives who live nearby, it’s just that life gets in the way. This is my way of sharing a bit of what’s happened to me over the past year with you.
For instance, without my newsy little Christmas letter how would my friends and family know about my involvement with the Friends of the Ripley Library and the many events we sponsored this year, like the Valentine bake sale or the trip to IKEA in Pittsburgh to shop for furniture for the library community room?
Or even more exciting, without this missal of information, no one outside Ripley would know of my acting debut as Crystalline Daniels, bar room hussy in the murder mystery production of Honky Tonk Homicide; or my second role, appearing as Gabby Gossip, gossipy newspaper reporter, in The Santa Clause – sadly, typecast in both roles.
Visits from my granddaughter Abby and her family; my daughter, Jessica, and her husband Mike; and my very good friend Sue, from England were definitely highlights of the year. I was able to drive to Minnesota in August to visit my children and friends for the first time since relocating to New York in 2008.
I was privileged in 2010 to be invited to two centenarian birthday parties. My great aunt Alice Kearns from Clymer, turned 100 in June, and my much beloved kindergarten teacher, Edna Kofoed, turned 100 in October. It’s rare to know someone who lives to a 3-digit age, but to know two of them in one year is humbling.
This past year hasn’t been all fun and games though. I’ve tried to do my part with volunteer work around town this past year; and much of the time my column is devoted to various organizations and causes in an effort to bring much needed attention to these worthwhile groups.
I’ve tried to be good this year, although I’ve failed a time or two. A
nd I’ve tried to make my little corner of the world a better place. I wish you all a joyous Christmas and a blessed and peaceful New Year. Consider this my Christmas letter to each of you.
With the postal rates going up and up, fewer people are sending Christmas cards these days, or sending fewer of them. My own list of card recipients has been trimmed a bit over the last couple years. For several years I didn’t send cards at all simply because I didn’t have time to personalize each message. Then I discovered the “Christmas letter.”
Most of the people I send cards to are either out of state or people I don’t see a lot during the year. It’s not that I don’t care about the friends and relatives who live nearby, it’s just that life gets in the way. This is my way of sharing a bit of what’s happened to me over the past year with you.
For instance, without my newsy little Christmas letter how would my friends and family know about my involvement with the Friends of the Ripley Library and the many events we sponsored this year, like the Valentine bake sale or the trip to IKEA in Pittsburgh to shop for furniture for the library community room?
Or even more exciting, without this missal of information, no one outside Ripley would know of my acting debut as Crystalline Daniels, bar room hussy in the murder mystery production of Honky Tonk Homicide; or my second role, appearing as Gabby Gossip, gossipy newspaper reporter, in The Santa Clause – sadly, typecast in both roles.
Visits from my granddaughter Abby and her family; my daughter, Jessica, and her husband Mike; and my very good friend Sue, from England were definitely highlights of the year. I was able to drive to Minnesota in August to visit my children and friends for the first time since relocating to New York in 2008.
I was privileged in 2010 to be invited to two centenarian birthday parties. My great aunt Alice Kearns from Clymer, turned 100 in June, and my much beloved kindergarten teacher, Edna Kofoed, turned 100 in October. It’s rare to know someone who lives to a 3-digit age, but to know two of them in one year is humbling.
This past year hasn’t been all fun and games though. I’ve tried to do my part with volunteer work around town this past year; and much of the time my column is devoted to various organizations and causes in an effort to bring much needed attention to these worthwhile groups.
I’ve tried to be good this year, although I’ve failed a time or two. A
nd I’ve tried to make my little corner of the world a better place. I wish you all a joyous Christmas and a blessed and peaceful New Year. Consider this my Christmas letter to each of you. Thursday, December 9, 2010
Imagine – The Town of Forsythe
When the fertile minds of Meeder’s Restaurant regulars get bored, watch out. Some pretty bizarre ideas are discussed, mulled over, and declared viable!
One fine morning last week, the difficulty of opening new businesses and zoning laws came under scrutiny at a certain table of frequent breakfast goers. New York State taxes in general came under fire and the idea of cutting New York City loose from the rest of the state was under discussion. After due consideration, it was determined to be impossible to rid ourselves of the behemoth that drains our resources.
Attention soon turned to wasted local tax money. “Why not start our own town,” was thrown into the ring. The idea quickly caught hold and discussion ensued.
The new town, to be organized to the east of Ripley, would be called Forsythe. But wait a minute. According to New York Hometown Locator “Forsyth is a community or populated place (Class Code U6) in Chautauqua County.” It already exists! It’s right there, on the Internet. (A Code U6 is an unincorporated, not officially designated census place.)
The panel of Ripley planners determined that Forsythe should start at Brockway Road and extend to the Westfield line on the eastern side of the Forsythe Bridge. “That means we already have a cemetery,” said one enthusiast. Ripley Beach would be included in the boundaries and could be developed as a state park, thereby producing much needed income, another proponent suggested.
The children of the new community would be bused to surrounding schools for their education, sidestepping the issues of consolidation and annexation. No highway department would be needed since the main routes of 20 and 5 are already plowed and maintained by New York State, and other roads within the boundaries of the new town could be easily plowed by the local population, almost all of whom own a tractor and plow. Sections of road would be assigned to property owners.
No water/sewer department would be needed, since all residents would be required to have well and septic systems in place. Electricity would be purchased from Westfield since it is well known that they have cheaper electric bills.
Zoning would be deemed all commercial/rural, thereby allowing a large influx of business growth. “Walmart could be first in line – a BIG Walmart store right where those big hay rolls sit.”
Some thought was given to claiming sovereignty and collecting a fee from New York State for running the New York Thruway through sovereign land, but it was determined that had already been done.
More planning sessions are needed to work out the kinks in this new venture. Most any morning around 8:30 a.m. at Meeder’s will find the committee hard at work with this, or other pressing matters. Additional ideas welcome. Nay-sayers need not apply.
When the fertile minds of Meeder’s Restaurant regulars get bored, watch out. Some pretty bizarre ideas are discussed, mulled over, and declared viable!
One fine morning last week, the difficulty of opening new businesses and zoning laws came under scrutiny at a certain table of frequent breakfast goers. New York State taxes in general came under fire and the idea of cutting New York City loose from the rest of the state was under discussion. After due consideration, it was determined to be impossible to rid ourselves of the behemoth that drains our resources.
Attention soon turned to wasted local tax money. “Why not start our own town,” was thrown into the ring. The idea quickly caught hold and discussion ensued.
The new town, to be organized to the east of Ripley, would be called Forsythe. But wait a minute. According to New York Hometown Locator “Forsyth is a community or populated place (Class Code U6) in Chautauqua County.” It already exists! It’s right there, on the Internet. (A Code U6 is an unincorporated, not officially designated census place.)
The panel of Ripley planners determined that Forsythe should start at Brockway Road and extend to the Westfield line on the eastern side of the Forsythe Bridge. “That means we already have a cemetery,” said one enthusiast. Ripley Beach would be included in the boundaries and could be developed as a state park, thereby producing much needed income, another proponent suggested.
The children of the new community would be bused to surrounding schools for their education, sidestepping the issues of consolidation and annexation. No highway department would be needed since the main routes of 20 and 5 are already plowed and maintained by New York State, and other roads within the boundaries of the new town could be easily plowed by the local population, almost all of whom own a tractor and plow. Sections of road would be assigned to property owners.
No water/sewer department would be needed, since all residents would be required to have well and septic systems in place. Electricity would be purchased from Westfield since it is well known that they have cheaper electric bills.
Zoning would be deemed all commercial/rural, thereby allowing a large influx of business growth. “Walmart could be first in line – a BIG Walmart store right where those big hay rolls sit.”
Some thought was given to claiming sovereignty and collecting a fee from New York State for running the New York Thruway through sovereign land, but it was determined that had already been done.
More planning sessions are needed to work out the kinks in this new venture. Most any morning around 8:30 a.m. at Meeder’s will find the committee hard at work with this, or other pressing matters. Additional ideas welcome. Nay-sayers need not apply.
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Shopping Gone Wild
With Thanksgiving behind us, the 2010 Christmas shopping season has officially begun. Some of you have been shopping for months now, picking up special items for loved ones throughout the year. You people are nuts and an embarrassment to those of us who wait until the last minute to find “just the right gift.” (You are organized and frugal and the secret envy of those of us who aren’t, but you didn’t hear that from me.)
I don’t normally shop “Black Friday,” the crowds and the rudeness get to me; but I ventured to the mall last Friday, and Saturday as it turns out. It really wasn’t too bad. By 9:30 am the frenzied shoppers were done and home sleeping it off. I did encounter a phenomenon with which I was unfamiliar, however. Canadians. Canadians come by the bus loads to shop Black Friday weekend. I had no idea.
After seeing dozens of cars with Ontario plates and bus after bus in the parking lots of every major retailer, I cornered one of our friends to the north and asked why the influx of foreigners. (I didn’t really phrase it that way of course.) It appears that American Black Friday discounts are a far superior deal than those of Canadian retailers. And besides, “It’s a fun weekend. We come down with friends every year to shop and enjoy the crowds,” said my Canadian friend. These people gotta get out more.
I’m not sure how deep our discounts have to be in order to make it worthwhile to pay bus fare, hotel stays and duty upon returning to Canada, but thanks for supporting the American economy Canada. Come on down!
A relatively recent shopping occurrence is Cyber Monday. Cyber Monday is to the Internet as Black Friday is to the retail stores. I am young enough to know what Cyber Monday is and old enough to not trust shopping on the Internet. The great deals of the season are offered online on the Monday following Thanksgiving, and while I’m sure they are phenomenal, I just never think to shop the Internet. My kids shop online all the time. Their Christmas lists are entered on Amazon. I wonder if they know that anyone old enough to still be shopping for them won’t think to look on the computer to do so.
There is something about entering my credit card number and sending it out into the ether that just doesn’t set right with me. Don’t get me wrong. I’ve done it. I’m sure I’ll do it again. It just doesn’t feel right. I bet the Canadians don’t do it – they come to America.
One more thought and I’ll let you go. When you are out there shopping in the Season of Love for the ones you love, smile. Hum along with the carols being played. Greet passers-by with a hearty Merry Christmas. Relax and use the time standing in line to observe your fellow man. Practice random acts of kindness. It’s contagious you know. Spread a little Christmas cheer and remember the reason behind all this hustle and bustle.
With Thanksgiving behind us, the 2010 Christmas shopping season has officially begun. Some of you have been shopping for months now, picking up special items for loved ones throughout the year. You people are nuts and an embarrassment to those of us who wait until the last minute to find “just the right gift.” (You are organized and frugal and the secret envy of those of us who aren’t, but you didn’t hear that from me.)
I don’t normally shop “Black Friday,” the crowds and the rudeness get to me; but I ventured to the mall last Friday, and Saturday as it turns out. It really wasn’t too bad. By 9:30 am the frenzied shoppers were done and home sleeping it off. I did encounter a phenomenon with which I was unfamiliar, however. Canadians. Canadians come by the bus loads to shop Black Friday weekend. I had no idea.
After seeing dozens of cars with Ontario plates and bus after bus in the parking lots of every major retailer, I cornered one of our friends to the north and asked why the influx of foreigners. (I didn’t really phrase it that way of course.) It appears that American Black Friday discounts are a far superior deal than those of Canadian retailers. And besides, “It’s a fun weekend. We come down with friends every year to shop and enjoy the crowds,” said my Canadian friend. These people gotta get out more.
I’m not sure how deep our discounts have to be in order to make it worthwhile to pay bus fare, hotel stays and duty upon returning to Canada, but thanks for supporting the American economy Canada. Come on down!
A relatively recent shopping occurrence is Cyber Monday. Cyber Monday is to the Internet as Black Friday is to the retail stores. I am young enough to know what Cyber Monday is and old enough to not trust shopping on the Internet. The great deals of the season are offered online on the Monday following Thanksgiving, and while I’m sure they are phenomenal, I just never think to shop the Internet. My kids shop online all the time. Their Christmas lists are entered on Amazon. I wonder if they know that anyone old enough to still be shopping for them won’t think to look on the computer to do so.
There is something about entering my credit card number and sending it out into the ether that just doesn’t set right with me. Don’t get me wrong. I’ve done it. I’m sure I’ll do it again. It just doesn’t feel right. I bet the Canadians don’t do it – they come to America.
One more thought and I’ll let you go. When you are out there shopping in the Season of Love for the ones you love, smile. Hum along with the carols being played. Greet passers-by with a hearty Merry Christmas. Relax and use the time standing in line to observe your fellow man. Practice random acts of kindness. It’s contagious you know. Spread a little Christmas cheer and remember the reason behind all this hustle and bustle.
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