Does your brain ever feel like it is in “overload”, dear reader? The time has come that this writer needs to reshuffle the ideas, wonderings, to-do lists for KOB’s Citywide Cleanup on March 8 and its Garden in the Park Festival on March 29 and, and get them at least sorted or “out there” for someone else to think about. For instance, is this writer the only one who has notice the tremendous difference in the front page of this newspaper? It is great! But does anyone ever call and say thank you? It seems to me we are so quick to call complain, but do we ever say “good job?” For you to just affirm that “hey, I like what you’re doing” to the editor, layout person, advertising, etc. speaks as loudly as the words you read in this newspaper. As mentioned some columns ago, one of the joys of growing older is that you have lived long enough to know that just a smile can brighten up someone’s day . . . can you imagine what a kind word or a thank you does? Also, when we are in a draught, why does one call the snow, ice or deluge of rain, “nasty weather?” Challenging, yes. But it is water - - in any form - - and no way, when in drought conditions, should it be called “nasty.” Plus, you know Keep Opelika Beautiful’s feelings about water. See, I told you my mind is in overload with real and abstract things. Another joy is to be able to write this, whether you agree with me or not is of no consequences, it is out of my mind and on to someone else’s. How about “have a good day?” It really is implying when one says it that they hope everything that happens to you that day is good. What a kind expression. A friend of this writer years ago gave me a different slant on this complimentary closing of a dialogue when he said, “make it a good day.” He maintained that no one can have a “good day” unless he or she awakens each morning, and says, “Thank you, Lord for another day” and then proceeds to “make” any adverse encounters of the day good. It is sort of like “if the world throws you a lemon, ‘make’ lemonade.” The expression came home recently when after making a sales transaction in a local store, I used it. The sales person looked as if she had been struck in the face, and began to cry. Just for a moment I was lost for words, and after taking a tissue from me, she apologized and said she had just learned she had breast cancer before coming to work, and that she needed that “make.” Less my pastor begins to think I’m after his job, this writer will cease with these musings. But, as you finish reading this column, dear reader, “make it a great day.”
Until the next time . . . Keep Opelika Beautiful.