Showing posts from January, 2016

It’s all in the details…

If you are like me, you’ve noticed that there are many service failures in our travels these days. On line, during phone interactions and during our shopping experiences it feels like great service is harder to come by.As the pace of life increases, especially in the northeast US, attention to detail is diminished.We tend to move horizontally and superficially through time.
Maybe it’s the attitude that quantity replaces quality?If we do a lot of work we rationalize that we’re productive and pay less attention to the detail and quality of the work.If no one is watching, we can figure out how to get the reward without making an effort.Humans are cunning creatures!Little humans are no less cunning as they realize how to work the system.Paying attention as educators and parents is especially vital.
As our culture becomes more accepting of individuality, lost in the process can be values that bring us all higher.The concept that anything goes doesn’t serve us well.For example simply parti…

Beyond “Sugar Belly”

Here we are in mid-January and, if you are like most of us, you may have “Post-Holiday Sugar Belly.”Ugh.
The literature about carbohydrate consumption seems to indicate that the more you have the more you want.It’s as if the body becomes a sugar-seeking monster with radar honed on the nearest sweet treat.The aftermath isn’t pretty.
Of course the New Year’s Resolutions follow the gluttony of the holidays.All of our excesses and their guilty aftermath make for contrite promises for greater health consciousness.The fitness community doesn’t miss the opportunity to exploit our hedonism and offers specials.The masses will spend January and part of February (if we’re optimistic) trying to deal with the bulge that has appeared around the anatomical equator.
After overconsumption of alcohol (which turns into sugar when metabolized), sweets and rich foods our bodies suffer from inflammatory responses.I was watching “My 600 Pound Life” on TV and feeling a mixture of horror and compassion for th…

“Xena the Road Warrior” Lives!

Happy New Year to my loyal readers…I have just returned from Florida doing the 1,300 miles in 20 hours. Lord have mercy.It is said that, if women remembered labor, we would all be only children.If I remembered the drive, I would fly.
The rub in flying is leaving Toby, my 13 year-old dog, behind.He was adopted off the Florida pastureland where my home is and I want him to smell the earth and roll in his old haunts.It’s joyful to watch.Despite arthritis and cancer, Toby gave a few water birds all they could handle.
The drive… oy vey.What a test of nerves and patience.
First of all, good sport that Toby is, he does get a bit nervous and has, ahem, some gas issues.I don’t want to be indelicate, so suffice it to say that I’m left with the choice of being asphyxiated or drenched with open windows in the rain.
Next, we have random stops in random places for gas (gasoline). Some of these places are creepy.One of the self-serve gas pumps must have pirated my credit card info and someone charged $1…