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An Original Almost Famous Quote

I’ve always wanted to come up with a famous quote. Something people will remember. What do you think about this one?

When making lemonade out of lemons, remember to add the sugar.

–McCloskey

make lemonade

Even though, I think this statement is pretty self-explanatory, evidently some people don’t get it. There are so many people in this world who are too overwhelmed by life, to stop and look for the sweetness there is for everyone. We are bombarded with talk about positive thinking and achieving success (money), that kindness, empathy, and just being plain nice to everybody get lost in the discussion.

Unless I don’t leave the house, I will meet at least one grumpy person during the course of the day. Sometimes, I just like to just ask them what their problem is, but that would just make the situation worse. So I ignore them. However, I have been known to say, “I’m so sorry you’re having such a bad day,” leaving them dumbfounded as I just walk away with a smile.

Think about it–ANGER is one letter away from DANGER, isn’t it? People who get swallowed up in anger’s vortex walk around with a chip on their shoulders just daring someone to knock it off. They’re the same jerks ones who zig zag through traffic, cutting people off,  holding up their middle finger at other drivers. They drive ten-forty, causing havoc through traffic so they can be first in line at the next red light.  Did I mention they’re dumb, too?

Let’s face it folks, life isn’t fair. Get over it. Fretting over how you were wronged, cheated, or humiliated only resurrects the hurtfulness. It’s true. Some bad guys get away with murder. Some innocent folks go to jail for things they didn’t do. Some people get sick young. Some old folks get old and have never had a cold. Some people are strong, others are not. The list could go on and on how life inflicts inequities.

S**T  HAPPENS!

But the next time lemons show up on your doorstep, you get to choose how you deal with them. Are you going to pucker up and be sour, or are you going to add a little sugar to your lemons? You might even try throwing in a peach or a few raspberries, along with a big cheesy smile to change it up if lemons seem to always be on your doorstep.

I  guarantee if you remember the sugar, life will be more pleasant. You might even find you don’t mind making lemonade.

The First Thought of the Day

I subscribe to a blog called The Daily Post because it’s a wonderful resource for writers. Everyday the creators of this blog propose a writing topic. Something to get the juices flowing. I don’t do every exercise they propose, but yesterday’s directive resonated with me. The suggestion was to keep a notebook on your bed table and write down the first thing you thought of before you crawled out of the blankets.

As I’ve been keeping a notebook beside my bed since I was in college, I thought — hmmm — half done already. All I have to do is pick up a pen and write down what I had on my mind when I woke. So, I went to sleep, woke refreshed, ready to write down my first thought of the day–only to find out I didn’t have a pen! Damn! Why didn’t they say, “put a notebook and PEN” on your night table?

So, I rushed through my morning routine, letting the dog out, feeding the cat, helping Ken with his breakfast, and all the while keeping that one thought in my mind, so I could do the writing exercise. After everybody’s morning stuff was completed, I poured my coffee and sat down in front of my laptop. And here I am to tell you about my first thought of the day.

It was about LEMONS. That’s right. Lemons.

lemon tree

Actually, it was about the first time I picked LEMONS–and GREEN LEMONS on top of it! And to have a friend growing them in her backyard was crazy fun.  I went nuts, picking about two or three dozen of the unusual large, green lemons, and then I smuggled them home in my suitcase. (That was before 9/11 when you didn’t have to have a strip search before you stepped on an American plane.)

As soon as I got home, I unpacked my prize lemons,  squeezed them, and froze the juice in ice cube trays. Now every time I wanted fresh lemon juice, all I had to do was thaw a cube and enjoy.

Most of my joy came from remembering me giggling as I picked the  fruit and my friend Marie standing by laughing at me being so joyous over a bunch of dumb lemons.

Maybe I thought about lemons this morning because I miss Marie. It’s been several years since we’ve seen each other, and this is the time of year I always looked forward to traveling south to get out of the snow and ice. (Did I tell you we had 15 inches of snow over the last 24 hours.) February or March was this time of year Ken and I would enjoy our condo timeshare in Orlando, and plan fun things to do as we enjoyed our Floridian once-a-year residence . One of our regular excursions was to take a couple of days to drive down to visit my dear friend in Flagler Beach.

So, when you read this Marie — and I know that you will — I hope you’re not put off that I thought of lemons and you in the same thought. You’ve never had a sour day in your life.