Me, Sher, and Ad

Me, Sher, and Ad
Bro Adam and sis Sher, my rocks!

Wednesday, January 31, 2018

Too Many Watches


I started this year off with a resolve to declutter myself a bit more. Not completely, for you see that would be impossible. I like bric-a-brac and tchotchkes which I think bemoans the very essence of clutter.

I often joke that I schedule a social event once a season in my household just so I can attempt to get it all dusted 4 times a year. As I get older, a social event for me entails my sister coming for a visit. And when it all comes down to it, as long as I have the kitchen, bathroom and her guest room cleaned I feel I have done my job. I often hear my mother's voice in my head chastising me, "Now make sure the bathroom is cleaned for your sister!"

I decided to tackle my watches this past week and go through them trying to decide which ones to keep and which ones to toss.

I have several watch "faces" without bands. Two are silver toned Kenneth Cole. There are two others, no name watches which I picked up here or there. One has a black face, the other is a gold tone. There are two other sports digital watches which need batteries. Then I have a bunch of mis-matched watch bands, some leather, some plastic.

I figured I could match up the watch bands with these poor bandless watch faces. I tried mixing and matching and NONE fit! Of course none fit, why would they? GRRRR. I took the ones which were in need of a battery to Walmart to replace the battery and was told by the 20-something idiot behind the watch counter that they are not allowed to change the batteries because if they damage your watch, they're liable. Are ya kidding me? This is a $15 junk watch! I don't care! "Nope. Sorry Sir, against Walmart policy."  I left in a huff. Well that was four years ago and I still haven't bought batteries for them.

One word: TOSS!!!!

During my most recent visit to see my Dad in California he gifted me his black banded gold Gucci watch. I remember it way back to the early eighties when he and Mom bought matching watches. It is not too large, discrete, but so full of memories. That one is a keeper for sure. I wore it once over the holidays and will take it out for special occasions.

I just bought a Fossil brand watch at a yard sale this past Fall. It was new in the box, has a large brown metal face which is popular with the kids these days. It was cheap, only $10.00, new in box and normally retailed for $75.00! I was so excited.  I took it home in the box and opened it up and crystal had cracked. What the what??? It's not like I threw in a bunch of pebbles in the box with it to jangle around!  Seeing that the crystal broke so easy, I figured it was probably hot or fell off a truck somewhere. I never wore it. Just too much trouble to get the crystal replaced. TOSS!

A friend bought me a Western-style sterling silver watch with inlaid turquoise which ironically matches a Native American sterling silver turquoise ring which my Dad gave me a couple years back. I don't wear them often, usually just when I'm seeing my Dad in California. The watch and ring mean a lot so I'm going to keep them both.

My all-time favorite watch is my Grandpop's Gold Omega from the 1950s. It's beautiful and fits perfectly. I had it cleaned up back in the 90s. The problem is that I went away on vacation a year ago and hid it in the house. Now I can't remember where I hid it. Let me add that as #1 of the things I need to complete this month. FIND THAT WATCH.

I have a favorite old rugged black Timex I bought at a mall about 8 years ago when malls were still open. I like this one and will keep it. It's dinged up but still works fine. As they say about those Timex watches, "It takes a licking and keeps on ticking."  It will probably keep ticking long after all the other watches have died.

One watch that I loved which I no longer have was a flea-market find! One morning, I ended up finding a dirty Tag Heuer watch in a pile of old watches and snatched that puppy up for $20.00! I cleaned it up and found that the retail price was  over $500.00! I enjoyed it for several years and then had it stolen out of my locker at an old gym. I was pretty bummed but then remembered I only paid $20.00 for it. Easy come, easy go.

After spending all this time going through my watches, I then realized I rarely wear one anymore! I get the time off of my computer, the TV, my car, or my cell phone. Well at least I decluttered myself of several of them.

Now to tackle all of those old cell phones sitting in my desk drawer. I think it's time I trash that  Motorola Razr from 2005 not to mention the LG with the QUERTY  slide-out keyboard from 2010. I think my Grandpop's 1950's Omega is more reliable than any of the cell phones these days. My memory ... not so much.

Sunday, January 21, 2018

Don't Just "BE", Be Someone YOU Would Look Up To

"The Thinker" by Auguste Rodin

Coming off the holidays can always be a bit melancholy but this year it hit me kinda hard. My personal demons that I sometimes wrestle with reared their ugly heads. It's been a tough last couple weeks. It takes a lot to recognize that I need to work on these demons and that's what I will do.

I've not been very happy with myself lately and I would not look up to that person that I've been. The specifics are not necessary but I will tell you that I received a jump start in the last couple days which has allowed me to take a good hard look at what I am doing and where I am going. Believe me, it was an extremely difficult hard thing to do. But ultimately, it's a good thing.

I just don't want to "be" ... to exist. I want to grow emotional, physically, and mentally. I want to be someone that I would look up to. I feel like I sometimes let myself down. So how to get back to that place? I need to re-evaluate my path, my destination, my end game. What do I want out of life?

Your path involves what you do on a day to day basis. How do you interact with others? Are you friendly? Are you giving off negative vibes? What is troubling you deep inside? Negative energy affects those around you. It's ugly. Sometimes though, you don't realize that what is troubling you deep down inside you is affecting your day to day decisions OR it rears up it's ugly head when you least expect it to. That's what happened to me.

I need to delve into my inner depths and finally deal with certain things in my life. It's some stuff that I have control over and other stuff which I have absolutely NO control over whatsoever. I feel like it drives me crazy. And it just sucks. One of the those things to this day is that lack of control I had over my mother's death. It just kills me emotionally. I am so angry still. It's time to deal with that because it's not going away. It manifests itself in many ways which I would never expect. An angry individual is an ugly individual. I don't like how I look when I get that way.

I want to be someone I would look up to. That means striving to deal with issues in my life in a pragmatic rational manner and not immediately reacting emotionally. Realizing as well what I can control and what I can't. It's not as easy as it looks.

I want to be seen as dependable, trustworthy and respected personally and professionally. My twenties, although fun, were a mess. I was constantly out until all hours of the night. I was all over the place emotionally and physically. If I had met me then I wouldn't have given the me a second of my time. For a lot of the time, looking back, I was an asshole. I NEVER want to go back to that Marc.

It also means being someone who is there for others whether needed or not. And if I am needed, doing what is necessary without looking for thanks. I pride myself in being one who will stop at an accident if needed. Hold the door for someone. Help someone carry something in. I do this now and will continue to do it.

So onward and upward. I am a continued work in progress that sometimes slips and falls. I get back up and charge forward. It's a challenge of course. Dealing with life's obstacles always is. But until I deal with these issues, they will always be hanging over my head, threatening to wreak havoc on my life. I've worked so hard for what I've accomplished in various aspects of my life. I cannot let "out of control emotions" ruin my accomplishments.

Sunday, January 7, 2018

Miss Morag's Vision from Scotland

Glen Lyon, Scotland

BLOGGERS note: I wrote this blog with the permission and knowledge of my friend Morag Donlevy. In addition, the pic above is not my photo but from the website
I wanted a photo to represent the beauty of this country.

MY dear friend Morag hails from Scotland. She's lived in the US for many many years but will always have strong ties to her homeland, as well as a delightfully beautiful accent. Her husband Matthew's accent is much stronger. I often tease that I use Morag to translate Matthew's strong "Scottish brogue" for me.

Morag recently had to travel back to her ancestral home to sadly say farewell to her Mother whom she lovingly called her "Wee Mammy".  At age 95, she was the youngest of 13, and the last one to pass. I followed Morag's Facebook posts from Scotland feeling as if I were there next to her on her journey home.

The only regret I have is not being able to hug a friend in time of need. Her description of the events leading up to her Mother's passing brought back such strong memories of my own Mom's passing.

As Morag so eloquently wrote, "Till we meet again, stay peacefully in the arms of angels."

One small post captured my emotional heart so strongly. It was beautiful. An incredible passage from an incredible woman. What makes Morag so endearing is her humbleness as well. I had approached her over a glass of Scotch and stated that I wanted to write a blog around the passage below and told her how beautiful it was. In her true humble nature, Morag responded, "Oh it's nothing, just nothing. I couldn't sleep." No Morag, it wasn't just nothing. It rivals my best writing. It moved me.

Miss Morag wrote:
Good morning from Scotland.  I didn’t sleep till about 2:00 a.m. for no reason other than the wind.  It brought back so many memories.  It truly howled...  I stayed awake to look and listen.  At one point the rain changed to sleet and as it landed on the window; streetlights caused it to sparkle like diamonds.  Finally, the wind blew the window closed and the room was quiet.  I fell asleep.  I will never forget it.

I am blessed to have become closer with Morag and her husband Matthew. I would do anything for these two. I consider them close friends and family. One evening Morag pulled me closer to speak with her.

She stated "Now I know I cannot replace your mother and will never try but I want to be your Mother here in Lake Wynonah." Without hesitation, I said absolutely.

Morag, I proudly call you my Scottish Mum.