Soup for New Year’s Day…ozoni. Not home to make it this year, but this is my favorite recipe from June Kuramoto of Hiroshima (the band):http://www.hiroshimamusic.com/pages/ozoni.html
I’m thinking about the stuff I want in my life…laughter is a huge one.
Here’s a quote from Geri Larkin’s book, Close to the Ground.
“When we laugh we’re happy…It’s impossible to be anything but happy when we are in the throes of a good belly laugh. In this place is the end of suffering.”
This text is in this image I created this morning.
Keep laughing everyone!!
I just love Pink Martini…especially when Ari Shapiro performs with them. Here’s a holiday show on NPR. It’s fabulous…enjoy!
And a link to NPR: NPR – Pink Martini Holiday
I’m publishing this on my blog so that I can provide a link to this on Twitter. I feel powerless to do anything against the largest airline in the world. They simply don’t give a shit about their customers.
From American Airlines after they destroyed our printer. We were charged for additional bags on the second leg when we had to overnight because their flight schedule could not accommodate us on the same day. What do you think?
“Thank you for contacting us. We appreciate hearing your perspective about our checked baggage policy.
When a customer has an overnight stopover, the baggage fee will be charged at the originating point of the trip, as well as at the stopover point. Assessing charges for checked baggage was a difficult decision but reflects the reality of our business. The cost to the airline to transport baggage is substantial and the checked bag charge helps to offset that expense. We have “unbundled” (created separate pricing for) many of our services in order to keep our fares competitive. This also allows our customers to only pay for those services which they are utilizing. At this time, we have no plans to eliminate the baggage charges.
In addition, we are sorry to hear that your equipment was damaged when you traveled with us. Certain items in checked luggage are not covered under our Conditions of Carriage. We do not accept responsibility for computers and other electronic equipment. For additional details visitAA.com.
Ms. Scanlon, we hope to have our customers’ understanding as we work to remain competitive.”
When I used to walk around with my aging parents, I was always grateful for “small kindnesses” like these. They are actually huge.
Like the café worker who waved enthusiastically
to my father as he walked in the door of the coffee shop
like she was expecting him,
like he was a regular in this hipster enclave
instead of a septuagenarian
in khaki shorts and white tennis shoes.
He met me here on my workday
so I could help him format a document —
something he couldn’t figure out how to do at home
no matter how many buttons he tried,
something my mother always did for him
in the decades after he gave up his trusty typewriter.
So he arrived at the coffee shop
vulnerable and exasperated in that way
that only technology can make us feel:
like slow, dependent children — and
sorely missing my mother.
Like the barista who didn’t blink
when he ordered his coffee the wrong way,
when he said la-TAY instead of LAH-tey,
who took his order from our table
as if we were in a sit-down restaurant
and she was our waiter,
who smiled the whole time like a halo of warm light,
softening the space everywhere,
who made him feel like he belonged.
You cannot know how those small gestures matter,
unless you are him,
unless you are me, watching,
unless you see his shoulders relax,
in that way that we can do only
when we feel safe and seen enough to let go,
and his eyes dampen, the tiny liquid pools held in at the rims,
barely noticeable, as he smiles and says,
She always knew how to do this for me. For years she did this.
She would have been 69 today. How I miss her.
Siri Live Myhrom
From the blog: On Being.