“You are the best, as per usual.”
So said the random lady at the store. I don’t know her; she doesn’t know me. I helped her find a particular brand of wine after the employees proved ineffective. (Should it worry me that I know the store’s alcohol section better than the employees? I promise I have only bought something there once or twice.)
But by golly, she made my day.
Yesterday I got to visit the Wisconsin State Capital with my friend Ginnie and her kids. 4-year-old Louisa loved the place. We suspect she thought it was a palace.
As I watched her, I imagined her years later, all grown up and governor of the state. Wanting to instill such a vision, I said: “You know, Louisa, someday you can work here!”
Louisa looked quite pleased and puffed up her chest. “Yes,” she said matter-of-factly. “I will work here when I am 5.”
I’m in the throws of writing an intolerably long paper, but this quote from Bob Hope keeps me going:
“If I had my life to live over again, I wouldn’t have the strength. But I’d like to try.”
(‘Cause, see, I don’t have the strength right now either, but I’m still in the middle of it all so I can keep trying.)
“The most unbelievable part of Frozen is that Elsa can run in her dress. And on ice! How does any Disney princess run…or get anywhere?!” – my sister while wearing her Elsa costume.
I love working with teenage volunteers. You never know what is going to happen next. Sometimes that is a good thing. Other times…less so.
Today I had 4 teenage boys sitting in the back of my van and they did not want to sit still. My sister Anna, who was riding shotgun, finally turned around and snapped:
“You are not Selena Gomez! You can keep your hands to yourself.”
If that isn’t the most apropos use of that lyric ever, I don’t know what is.
A few weeks ago I left from Delafield to drop my cousin off in New Berlin. I got on the highway and drove for quite a while without really processing my surroundings. In the back of my mind, I realized there was a lot more construction than when I picked her up in the morning. However, I sort of pushed the idea away and it took a while for the suggestion to become a full-fledged thought. By that point, I had driven past the last exit for Oconomowoc and was stuck on I-94 East almost till Johnson Creek. I was headed in the exact opposite direction. Altogether, my detour took about 40 minutes just to get back to the starting point of Delafield.
I wish I could say this was an unusual day, but if I am being honest, the unusual day is when I figure out where I am before I miss the last exit.
Or at least, that was me for most of my driving experience. Lately, I’ve noticed I am getting much better at recognizing where I am and how to get to the location I want to be. It only took over a year of canvassing almost every street in the greater Waukesha area for me to gain a sense of direction! For Waukesha, that is. Don’t ask me to leave!
Street names still elude me. I can follow my nose but I’m always amazed to look up and realize I’ve been on Capital or Sunset. When I try to visualize in my mind how everything fits together, my head hurts. It is like something barely out of reach. I try to grasp it…and give up. My brain does not work in maps!
Thank goodness for the GPS! If you are shaking your head and wondering if your kid should ever ride in the car with me again, I can tell you that if I had been paying attention, I would have realized I was driving past Oconomowoc. I recognized the area. I’m not that bad with direction! Of course, the paying attention thing kind of concerns me. I feel my only excuse is Lucy’s line. There were other things on my mind!