Archive for January, 2009

Perfect Shoes?

Thursday, January 8th, 2009

Several years ago, I attended a three day seminar in Philadelphia, PA.  The seminar was intense.  The instructors stressed the importance of being on time each morning.  But the days stretched into late nights creating many bleary eyes by the third morning.  Not wanting to be late, I arose before dawn and proudly arrived on time.  During that third morning’s lecture, the speaker stopped to allow ample time for reflection.  At this point my head was feeling heavy so I stretched my neck forward and glanced at the floor.   

I was mortified.  There were two different colored shoes on my feet.  “How could this be,” I wondered. I could feel my face turning red. “Perhaps if I tuck my feet way under my chair, no one will notice.”

The stranger beside me leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Nice shoes!” 

My hands were sweating.  I wanted to crawl under my chair.  I leaned toward the woman and said, “I have an identical pair at home.”

Perfect Artwork?

Monday, January 5th, 2009

At what age do we start thinking about imperfection?  Our 19 month old granddaughter was coloring on paper in her highchair.  (We encourage artistic endeavors in a confined area after viewing her colorful work on a wall, mirror and doll’s head.  We also reinforce the association of the word paper with her “colors”.)  

She was intently scribbling from one end of the paper to the other.  I praised her, clapped my hands and said, “Yea!”  Then, I picked up one of the crayons and drew a very primitive rabbit, said, “Bunny,” and made a hopping rabbit with my fist and two fingers to help make the mental connection to my drawing.  Next, I handed her the crayon so she could continue drawing.  She handed the crayon back to me.  The crayon passed back and forth between us several times.  I was a bit disappointed that she did not return to her intense scribbling.  Did my imperfect bunny cause her to think that she missed perfection?

A Perfect License Plate?

Saturday, January 3rd, 2009

When my husband registered our “new” Pontiac Grand Prix GTP, he thought it would be great to purchase a license plate corresponding to my coaching business, Aim Higher, .  Due to lack of space on the plate, it actually reads, Aim Higr.   Today, a gentleman mistook it for “Aim Here”.  I had a good chuckle. 

About two weeks ago a deer looked straight at that license plate and aimed right for it.  I tried to dissuade the startled deer, by swerving around it.  But, it was too late.  Bang!

About an hour later, the county sheriff, a local hunter and I walked for a mile along the deserted road, flashlights beaming into the dense woods on either side of the road, and we searched for the poor deer.  We could not find a trace of the deer, except for the clumps of fur protruding from the fresh cracks and creases in my broken headlight, hood, bumper and fender.

Aim Here – the perfect license plate!

A Perfect Start?

Saturday, January 3rd, 2009

Today is the first day of a new year, so I thought, “I am going to start doing the little things that I always put off.  I will begin with my thirsty houseplants.”  I pushed the rocking chair up to the bookcase where a giant spider plants sits on its perch.  Next, I poured in the water, being careful not to let a drop escape from the gallon jug.  I stood back thinking, “Yes, I am going to be the perfect house plant owner.” 

A fountain began flowing from the bottom of the plant pot, dripping into the spines of my favorite books, client notebooks and photo albums.  So, I missed perfection, just a little.

Next, I proceeded to stand on an upholstered chair to water a Christmas cactus which sits atop another set of shelves. Leaning against the back of the chair due to the distance between the chair and the plant, I thought, “No water fountains this time!” As I was pouring, ever so carefully, the seat cushion of the chair began sliding out of the chair, pulling me with it.  I caught myself just before my chin would have hit the wooden edge on the back of the chair. The gallon jug went a bit willy-nilly, but I am happy to say that not a drop of water escaped.  My plants look perky and soon the books will be dry enough to return to their home on the bookshelf. 

A perfect start to this new year!