These last 12 months have been one of many changes. All of them, positive; although I may not have known it at the time. One of them is that I can walk or ride my bike along Lake Michigan to get to work and start my day with a stunning view such as the one below.
Last week, my old chum from high school, Rich Cohen, sent me his latest article in the New York Times. It’s a fun read that makes you feel like you are in the car with him as he visits Read the rest of this entry
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Take It From Me.” What’s the best piece of advice you’ve given someone that you failed to take yourself? This one is so simple. “You just start a blog and write about….” I find myself saying that to so many people in my life.
Yet, It has been weeks, if not months, where I have gotten back on track with my own blog. I keep giving myself an out with a cornucopia of vacuous excuses. I have the time NOW to do it and I haven’t.
Which leads me to the second bit of advice I give to everyone and abuse it chronically. “Do not squander time….”
Instead of directing someone to write about the topics on my mind, it’s time to step it up and get it done myself.
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The Month of Lauren had some amazing moments and I thank everyone who thought of me on the big day. I am very lucky! The month also had two notable losses.
One of them was the untimely demise of a 53-year-old former colleague of mine. He was always very supportive of me, good-natured and funny. I haven’t seen him in four years but it seems like yesterday. “I’m on Team Lauren,” he would say as he greeted me with a big smile and exuded positivity.
The other loss was my guitar teacher’s 82-year-old mom who was in the hospital for quite a few weeks before dying a few days after Mother’s Day. I had never met her but opted to show support by attending her memorial and get a mental snapshot of the person who had brought this encouraging and witty wordsmith, my guitar teacher, into the world.
How can it be the 11th of Lauren, already? Birthday month is here!
Flashback: When my parents took me home from the hospital. They brought a fire truck, balloon, and a baby. That is the order of preference that my brother welcomed the gifts…
Imagine having a month dedicated just to you. Our expectations are way too low. This one day nonsense for your birthday isn’t enough. Each year we have more things we want to do and run out of time. So it only makes sense that this homage to ourselves get expanded. In my case, the month formerly known as May is Lauren. Today is Lauren the 11th.
How does one partake in the Celebration of the Month of Lauren? Here are some easy ways to be successful that are inexpensive on the pocket-book but rich in thought:
Yet, this past year, I have been somewhat inattentive to my blog. I shall put blogging back on my to-do list. Because when I feel better, we all feel better.
Before I forget, quick guitar update. Totally nailed the most boring song ever, with the book closed and Teacher Man, formerly known as Fan Man (but that was lame), advanced me to my coveted “Are You Lonesome Tonight.” Giddy with gratitude! Any time spent with Elvis is time well spent. But I digress.
Per the site stats, here are the posts that had the most traction over the past year.
1. In the “You’ve got to be kidding me, it’s connected to my brother” category – a 30 second “Girl I Want to Skate Backwards with You” video featuring Read the rest of this entry
Dear Voracious Readers,
There has been a ridiculous lapse in correspondence for which I profusely apologize. My passion for writing has not dissipated, I assure you.
As you may recall, during a session of many “gone wrong” eyeglass fittings for a reunion back in 2011, the opinionated optician told me to get a hobby.
So, I did.
The doting aunt that I am discovered that my niece and nephew were taking up the guitar. Last summer, my mom and I strolled into her neighborhood guitar store and she directed me to a plastic guitar which even I knew was a bit beneath me. The “Guitar Guy” guided me to an adult guitar.
My mom suggested that “I sleep on it”. Of course she meant the idea of owning a guitar versus sleeping on an actual guitar, and I was all in. I bought the bag, the Mel Bay first-grade class book, some picks, and even a humidifier. I declared to “Guitar Guy” that I would be playing Elvis because “I have a thing for the King.”
I signed up for guitar lessons and by Thanksgiving I was teaching my nephew how to play “Blue Moon of Kentucky.” My sister-in-law gushed over the improvement in my nephew’s playing while I was there. We carried our bonding over to the tennis court and I cherish our one-on-one time – after all, he is only 6.
As I left the store one night, “Guitar Guy” looked at me and shook his head. Apparently, I was carrying the coveted guitar bag….upside down. He said, “You are going to snap your neck!” I gushed at this kindness and realized he was referring to my guitar’s neck, versus my well-being but I digress. As time would move on, “Guitar Guy” graduated to becoming my guitar’s life coach as he cares for everything ranging from aligning my guitar’s neck to attempting to explain proper pick holding technique, how to string it, but I digress, once again.
Fast forward to the beginning of the year and my teacher flew the coop, for understandable reasons. Given that I had just moved down the street from the guitar place, I was committed to taking lessons there. I had a five-week deviation with another teacher and it just wasn’t a good fit for either of us, so I switched teachers.
Today was my second lesson with Read the rest of this entry
15 years ago, I bought a third floor, triple exposure, walk-up condo in the heart of a college town. It offered a daily workout with the stairs and amazing treetop views but there was no outside space, among other things.
Flashback to the night before the move to the condo:
My brother is a Mensch. He flew into “help me move”. When he offered his services, he thought he was helping me “settle in” my new condo. He was wrong.
The afternoon before, he arrived at my apartment to survey the situation. I assured him that I was in good shape.
Bro: “Where are the boxes?”
Bro gets on phone: “Dad, she hasn’t packed anything, there are no boxes!”
My dad, his then-girlfriend and my brother scoured the neighboring towns for crates and packing vessels to enable safe transport of my belongings. I just pointed and they packed. Really!
A few days after getting organized in the second bedroom of my new place, I saw a massive object on the floor. I thought it was a mangled car tire. It wasn’t. It was a condo warming present from my brother and the perfect gift for one without an outside space. Read the rest of this entry