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One of the interesting things I noticed this weekend was how differently people use money. I mean, I went to the mall, and the folks I was with found the clothing prices pretty normal there, whereas I do most of my clothing shopping at Goodwill/thrift stores/Marshalls, and have to readjust pretty forcefully to think of a over $15 piece of apparel (besides maybe a dress) as reasonable. On the other hand, I've noticed that I go travel for the weekend and visit people a lot more than said folks do. So in that way, they're more willing to pay more for the practical tangibles. On the other hand, there is no cheaper way for me to get from New Haven to Boston, for example. It just seems like a difference in not so much even priorities as experiences. All I know is that I visit other people rather more than they visit me: it's just higher on my list of priorities, or something I see as more of a possibility than they do, since I've done so much of it.
One of the interesting things I noticed this weekend was how differently people use money. I mean, I went to the mall, and the folks I was with found the clothing prices pretty normal there, whereas I do most of my clothing shopping at Goodwill/thrift stores/Marshalls, and have to readjust pretty forcefully to think of a over $15 piece of apparel (besides maybe a dress) as reasonable. On the other hand, I've noticed that I go travel for the weekend and visit people a lot more than said folks do. So in that way, they're more willing to pay more for the practical tangibles. On the other hand, there is no cheaper way for me to get from New Haven to Boston, for example. It just seems like a difference in not so much even priorities as experiences. All I know is that I visit other people rather more than they visit me: it's just higher on my list of priorities, or something I see as more of a possibility than they do, since I've done so much of it.
I was just looking at a bag of croutons (in search of a bedtime snack, lousy habit that it is), and noticed that said bag has a ziploc seal "to keep croutons fresh". Now, unless I'm mistaken, croutons are (toasted) stale bread. So why are we keeping stale bread fresh?
I was just looking at a bag of croutons (in search of a bedtime snack, lousy habit that it is), and noticed that said bag has a ziploc seal "to keep croutons fresh". Now, unless I'm mistaken, croutons are (toasted) stale bread. So why are we keeping stale bread fresh?
Parents have priceless child moments- this was a priceless parent moment. Mom left for work late today, it's one of her teaching days, and her students didn't have to meet with her at obscenely early times today. So she was home when I was davening, and she walked in to say goodbye while I was in the midst, and her spontaneous reaction to me in assorted ritualwear was "you're so beautiful". She gets definite brownie points. I wasn't sure how she'd take me davening regularly, so...
Parents have priceless child moments- this was a priceless parent moment. Mom left for work late today, it's one of her teaching days, and her students didn't have to meet with her at obscenely early times today. So she was home when I was davening, and she walked in to say goodbye while I was in the midst, and her spontaneous reaction to me in assorted ritualwear was "you're so beautiful". She gets definite brownie points. I wasn't sure how she'd take me davening regularly, so...
Today I started work by getting to take my boss' son (Caleb) for a walk outside. So I got asked how old my baby was, which was this time, at least, reasonable, considering I was pushing a stroller full of sleeping one-year-old. Unlike last time. (Referencing a question asked of me at dancing about how old my children were, and I totally shocked the person asking when I told her I was as old as her oldest child.) But walking around with a stroller was an interesting experience- I immediately got a lot more cautious crossing the street, and was significantly more aware of people on the park benches who seemed sort of out of it- talking to themselves, or with shopping carts full of cans, that sort of thing- harmless poor or sick people, but all of a sudden I tried to keep out of their way. It was amazing how quickly I got that sort of awareness. Ah, biology at work. If that's even close to how parents feel with their own children- wow. I don't know what else to say to it but that, and to remember a story of Dad's about taking me for a walk in the carriage when I was an infant. Someone bent down to look at me, whom he didn't know, and he (a Very mild man) was ready to punch this person for getting too close to me.
Today I started work by getting to take my boss' son (Caleb) for a walk outside. So I got asked how old my baby was, which was this time, at least, reasonable, considering I was pushing a stroller full of sleeping one-year-old. Unlike last time. (Referencing a question asked of me at dancing about how old my children were, and I totally shocked the person asking when I told her I was as old as her oldest child.) But walking around with a stroller was an interesting experience- I immediately got a lot more cautious crossing the street, and was significantly more aware of people on the park benches who seemed sort of out of it- talking to themselves, or with shopping carts full of cans, that sort of thing- harmless poor or sick people, but all of a sudden I tried to keep out of their way. It was amazing how quickly I got that sort of awareness. Ah, biology at work. If that's even close to how parents feel with their own children- wow. I don't know what else to say to it but that, and to remember a story of Dad's about taking me for a walk in the carriage when I was an infant. Someone bent down to look at me, whom he didn't know, and he (a Very mild man) was ready to punch this person for getting too close to me.
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