I’ll go easy on you guys, today. I realize my last posts have been longer than the collected works of Charles Dickens, so I’ll try to keep this more haiku-ish.
Today was “compliment day.” If I noticed someone who looked particularly nice, was wearing something new and attractive, or had spruced up their garden, I tried to let them know.
Not empty flattery, mind you. But sincere comments. There are actually quite a few things that come to mind once you start noticing.
I’m usually pretty good about doing that, but sometimes I only make note of said compliment in my head and don’t realize until the moment has passed that I should probably have said something … out loud.
I was reminded how nice getting a compliment feels when I attended a family gathering yesterday. Nothing like family to keep you … um … grounded.
I was wearing some new bargain sunglasses I picked up at a sidewalk sale and was told by various family members that I:
a) looked like a member of the local senior’s centre
b) should be walking with a white cane and guide dog
c) resembled the lead insect in the movie Ants.
You’ll be pleased to hear I have retired them for the season (the sunglasses, not the family members) ….
P.S. This cool event was held here in Toronto yesterday to try and set a Guinness World Record for the most guitars playing together (on a song recently chosen as the quintessential Canadian tune, Neil Young’s “Helpless”). At the 8-minute mark, everyone holds their guitars in the air in a 1,623-guitar salute. Enjoy!