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On Being Kind

August 2, 2014 at 9:43 am by Claudia

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The blooms on the clematis have disappeared, but this remains. A lovely little pinwheel, which is just as beautiful – at least to me.

Recently, a friend of mine asked another person her opinion of some cosmetic work she had done to her place of business. The response was quick, blunt – and hurtful. It was delivered rather blithely, without any consideration for the questioner’s feelings. And it did the trick, the person who originally asked the question was left feeling hurt and embarrassed.

When I hear about that kind of thing, I get mad. I want to ask the responder, “Why on earth would you say something like that?” I feel very protective of the person with the hurt feelings.

I don’t understand how anyone can function that way. But I see it rather frequently, always under the guise of “I say what I feel.” Or, “I speak my mind.”

Really? I think it’s more about a lack of social skills and a sense of what is appropriate and what is not. A lack of empathy. A lack of consideration for someone else’s feelings.

I know people like that. I bet we all do. I’ve been on the receiving end of those kind of comments.

What happened to “If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all?”

There is a way to give an honest response that is still positive and compassionate. But better yet, there is a way to respond that doesn’t involve your personal opinion (because that’s just your perception, isn’t it?) and leaves the questioner feeling good about him/herself. Because it doesn’t really matter if you like it or not. It’s not about you.

Unfortunately, we see that kind of thing all over the place on reality television and on political talk shows. We see it in unkind responses and critiques on blog posts or design sites. Just what are we teaching the younger generation about compassion and kindness?

We run into this sort of situation all of the time in the theater. We see our actor friends in various productions and we go backstage to congratulate them. Let’s be frank: sometimes we don’t like the play, or the direction, or even the performance itself. But we always find a way to be positive about the whole thing. No one needs our ‘critique’ at that moment in time; an especially vulnerable moment, I might add. No one who has tried something new, who has taken a risk, who has created something, who has been brave enough to put it all out there, needs a negative comment. It accomplishes only one thing: it hurts someone’s feelings. And for a brief moment, it pumps up the ego of the negative commenter. That’s when a response isn’t really about the person who asked the question. It’s about the ego of the responder.

Maybe because I work as a teacher and a coach and surely because of the way I was raised, I have always known that criticism needs to be framed in a positive way. In those situations, I am supposed to help the student or the actor. I’m there to help make them the best they can be in that role or that classroom. And we all enter into the relationship knowing that there will be critiques, because that’s part of the bargain. But I never use the role of being a teacher or a coach as an excuse to say something hurtful. Never.

As for the everyday interactions we have with friends and acquaintances, so what if I don’t like someone’s taste in decorating, or clothes, or cars? I may look at someone’s living room and think “I don’t like that design at all.” But what I feel does not need to be expressed to that person. It simply doesn’t. It serves no purpose. The “You know me, I always speak my mind” kind of hurtful comment really has no place in a respectful and compassionate relationship.

Because what does it accomplish? Nothing. It’s unkind. It’s ego-driven, which momentarily makes one person feel good at the expense of another.

I love the word kind. My dictionary provides this definition: Having or showing a friendly, generous, and considerate nature. Being kind is a good thing.

Happy Saturday.

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I’ll Take a Sense of Humor, Please.

July 28, 2014 at 8:15 am by Claudia

Have you ever watched Jerry Seinfeld’s web series, Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee? Each episode is framed around a specific car (often vintage) that Seinfeld is driving while spending time with a fellow comedian. They go out to eat and get coffee along the way. It’s a simple and wonderful premise. The episodes are short-ish – usually around 15 – 20 minutes.

They make me laugh out loud. I saw a link to the latest episode with Sarah Jessica Parker (who is very funny) and that led me to another and another. Then I got Don involved and he was watching episodes on his laptop. Picture both of us in front of our laptops wearing our earbuds, laughing out loud.

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In the list of qualities I feel are absolutely essential in a boyfriend, a husband, a colleague or a friend, a sense of humor is at the very top. If Don hadn’t had a sense of the absurd, a streak of funny coursing through his veins, that first meeting I told you about would have been the beginning and the end of our relationship.

It’s that important to me. In all modesty, I’m a really funny person. I can make people laugh. It’s always been that way. And Don, oh my goodness, is he funny! He can make me laugh so hard and long that I end up gasping and begging for mercy, usually ending with “Stop! Stop! I’m going to pee in my pants!!”

And I make him laugh. There’s nothing better than making someone who has a fabulous sense of humor laugh out loud.

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My sister and I have been known to laugh so hard that we literally – and I do mean literally – fall to the ground. One such situation comes to mind. I was living in Boston and Meredith was visiting with her boyfriend, who I was meeting for the very first time. We were in Fanueil Hall looking at a rack of cards and I said something that struck us both as funny. We started laughing and we couldn’t stop. This went on for several minutes with both of us eventually falling to the floor. John, the boyfriend who ended up being my future brother-in-law, took it in stride and quietly walked away from us while we were causing quite the scene.

Little did John know that was the first of many laugh fests. In fact, one of the first conversations John and I had was about Seinfeld episodes that we loved. We couldn’t stop laughing.

(It might be time to share the Henna from Hell story with you – yet another adventure with my sister. Maybe this week…we’ll see.)

I think you have to be able to filter life through a lens that sees the humor in things, that captures that sense of the absurd, the silly, the farcical, the satiric. Lord knows, it’s saved my sanity more times than I can count.

Is there anything better than laughing so hard you have tears rolling down your face? It’s cathartic. It cleanses. It releases.

I’m going to go watch some more episodes of Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee. There’s a few I haven’t seen yet.

New post today on Just Let Me Finish This Page. It’s a book review of Cop Town by Karin Slaughter. (Loved the book.)

Happy Monday.

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Flowers, Old Movies, Coffee & Books

July 27, 2014 at 8:22 am by Claudia

You know I love my deer. They share this property with us and I do everything I can to protect them. But just like beloved children, sometimes their behavior makes me a bit unhappy.

Like when they chomp on my plants.

Part of that is my fault. I was away in Chautauqua and totally forgot about spraying the flowers with a natural deer repellent that I use. By the time I got home and realized that, it was too late. So, they dined on some day lilies and ate 99% of the leaves from the hostas that are planted in front of the shed.

But my hostas are sturdy little things and they had something up their sleeve.

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Take that, deer! They aren’t going to let a little de-leafing get them down. Not when they can deliver flowers like these.

We’ve been watching some old black and white films (my favorite.) Friday night was Random Harvest, starring Greer Garson and Ronald Colman – a great love story that takes place right after WWI. Colman’s character has amnesia, Greer helps him and the story goes on from there. Simply beautiful and, at times, heartbreaking. Then Don watched another movie, one of our favorites, Waterloo Bridge. (I’d seen it recently and it was late, so I went to bed.) But just as we did the first time we saw it, Don and I ended up talking about it for an hour the next day. It stars Robert Taylor and Vivien Leigh. Another love story with a WWI backdrop and a heartbreaking one, where you find yourself saying “If only she had said something,” or “If only she hadn’t let her pride get in the way.” It haunted me for days after I saw it for the first time. It’s a beautiful movie – I recommend it highly.

Then last night: the great 1927 classic, Metropolis. Simply stunning. A visual triumph with a powerful story. If you haven’t seen it, you should.

There’s nothing like a great old movie. We’ve hit the jackpot lately.

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I also just finished Cop Town by Karin Slaughter, which I’m going to review on Just Let Me Finish This Page tomorrow. Now I’m reading Deadly Assets by Wendy Tyson. I’ve reviewed some of Tyson’s books on this blog, so I’m looking forward to this one. It will be also be reviewed on the book blog

Today is rainy, which is just fine. The gardens need a little rain. Scoutie is in the tunnel, I’m sipping my Peet’s French Roast (no little K-Cups for me, thank you very much, I brew a pot of coffee.)

By the way, what is with the K-Cup craze? I know a lot of people use them, but they seem expensive to me and rather like a fad. Suddenly everyone is using K-Cups and buying a special coffee maker just so they can use them. If you limit yourself to one cup of coffee a day….maybe. Or if you and your mate have different tastes in coffee? But if I were going to go with one cup of coffee, I’d go with a filter cone. Much better result. We have one here and my roommate in Chautauqua had a collapsible filter cone made out of silicone that she used for traveling and she won me over. She spooned some of my coffee in the filter, boiled some water, poured it into the filter and oh my goodness! Was that coffee great! Much cheaper than K-Cups, obviously, and much, much better. I’m going to buy one for Don and one for me. We both have out-of-town gigs coming up.

Don’s late father, Lee, loved his K-Cups. He proudly showed them off to me when I visited him in San Diego. I think he liked having a variety of flavors on hand and would treat himself to a different one every day. That’s when I can understand the K-Cup thing. That’s when it makes sense. Anyway, just my opinion – I’m very serious about my coffee, as you know. If you love K-Cups, tell me why – I’d love to know.

There. I’ve gone off on a tangent. Don would tell you that kind of thing is rather routine around here.

The phlox have started blooming.

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Oh, that scent is heavenly!

Happy Sunday.

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