That was the answer to Friday's final line quiz. Now on to more Kaye Way related craziness.
I was raised Catholic but I've severely lapsed. I go to church once a year at Christmas. What I profess to the kids is to "do unto others as you would have them do unto you". The Golden Rule. I really believe that you need to treat people they way you yourself want to be treated. But to be honest, it's hard to keep it up when you feel like it's one sided. But I soldier on.
There's a nice new lady at Henry's bus stop from Chile. She drops her kids off; she doesn't actually go to H's school. When we met a few weeks ago I made a Herculean effort to remember her name. An effort that, as I get older, has been more and more like trying to make myself spontaneously combust but a lot less fun. Anyway, her name is Neecy (I'm not sure of the spelling... the point is that is her name) and as I chatted with her the other day, I realised she didn't remember my name.
So here's where the do unto others thing kicks in. As we're talking, I took the opportunity to throw my own name into the conversation. Something like (but not)"So my husband said to me: Karen, how many times do I have to tell you not to use that pogo stick in the house? I have to re-plaster the ceiling again!" See what I did there? Now she knows my name.
I wish people would do that unto me. How many times have I had whole conversations not hearing what the other person is saying or even what I'm saying for that matter because all that's going through my mind is: What's his/her name again? Or worse yet: Where do I know you from? Oh, and to make it even worse, sometimes they'll ask about my family by name and shame me into wanting to actually spontaneously combust.
All you'd have to do is throw your name and where I know you from in something you say when you chat with me. Come on. It's not hard. Help a sister out. You don't want me to be reduced to a pile of dust, do you?
kxx
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