When I was a little girl my parents and teachers drilled the importance of good manners into me, as did the parents and teachers  of many, if not most, children in those days.

It was a given that I would say “please”, “thank you”, and “you’re welcome”; I was expected to be respectful to my elders and address them as Mr. or Mrs. So-and-so; and I acknowledged every gift I received with a hand-written thank you note. In school I was taught the correct way to introduce people to one another, how to answer a telephone call, and how to be a good neighbour.

I like to think that these lessons stuck and that I’m still relatively polite and well-mannered today. I appreciate a show of good manners in others and I disdain rudeness when I see it.

One day this week I was in a meeting with about fifteen other people. It was just getting started and the facilitator was doing his best to get everyone’s attention so he could start the meeting when suddenly one of the men stood up and left the room. No one paid much attention, everyone was still chatting amongst themselves and ignoring the futile attempts of the leader to start the meeting, but I was curious about why the gentlemen left the room.

I looked toward the door where he had exited, noticed that two women had just entered the room, and in the next moment the man returned with two chairs he had retrieved from conference room next door for them. He had obviously realized that all the chairs were taken when the women arrived and rather than sitting by and watching them deal with the chairless situation chose to take action to help them. My opinion of this man improved measurably in that moment.

A few weeks ago I was out for dinner with a large group of people. It was a loud and raucous gathering, the kind I dislike. Most everyone placed their phones on the table next to them when they sat down, one poor sap left his there when we left to use the rest room and returned to find that his phone had been hijacked and an unflattering photograph taken of one of his dinner companions had been set as the background image.

As the evening wore on, one of my dinner companions began sending crazy text messages to someone and sharing the responses with us. Still later, she scrolled through her Facebook feed and read some of the status updates to us. When did this kind of behaviour become okay? Maybe I’m old fashioned, but I found it rude and my opinion of the woman dropped a notch or two as a result.

Customs and expected behaviour change over the years and vary from country to country but basic good manners don’t go out of style. Maybe etiquette in 2013 is such that it’s okay to mess with someone’s personal property without their permission or to check Facebook or Twitter while having dinner with other people. Maybe I’m just old-fashioned in finding this rude. I suspect I’d be hard-pressed to find anyone who wouldn’t appreciate the thoughtful behaviour of the man taking the initiative to bring chairs into the conference room for the late arrivals though.

I see so many behaviours that cause me to shake my head and perhaps I’m sounding a tad curmudgeonly today. I know the world is changing, for better or for worse, but I’ll continue to do the best I can to be respectful, polite, and well-mannered. And when I see bad behaviour? Well, I’m sorry, but it will continue to affect my perception of people.

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I have a rock paperweight in my office with the words “Success is a journey not a destination” printed on it. It’s a good reminder for someone who has always been a “keep your eye on the prize” kind of girl. That characteristic served me well at various times of change throughout my life, but it seems like it’s time to switch gears and be more deliberate about enjoying the journey

I am astounded at how quickly this year is going by. That’s a good thing, but it’s also terrifying, overwhelming, and exciting at the same time as the calendar moves closer to my time of transition. I’m doing my best to appreciate this year–this year of lasts.

We watched our spring bulbs burst forth in our yard for the last time, Gerry put up the flags for the last time, and I planted my vegetable garden for the last time. At work, I’m busy with transition plans and much of the time, as is inherent in the work I do, my mind is preoccupied with planning for next year–for the last time.

Gerry and I are talking about what we want in our next home in terms of location, size, and type; we’re settling in on “must haves” and letting go of “nice to haves”. We’ve conceded to the fact that, while we would love to have a small farm, that dream would have been better pursued ten or so years ago before my back issues surfaced, and now I’ll have to be content with a small garden, a ceramic chicken, and my metal guard goat.

Guard Goat (448x299)

It occurred to me recently that sometimes I focus too much on having this or that instead of appreciating what is already around me. I don’t need to have a farm in order to appreciate the beauty of a farm or even to grown a good supply of my own produce. I can support farmers by buying local produce, eggs, and chickens–buffalo meat too since we’ll also be living in ranch land and it’s a favorite of Gerry’s.

We’ll be blessed to be living in a place where there will be ample opportunity for us to be in a farm environment. Gerry and I have taken up photography as a shared hobby and we talked many years ago about how fun it would be to photograph old abandoned farm houses and barns on the prairie; soon we’ll be able to just that. I bet a certain little redheaded girl will love to accompany me to the petting zoo for a chicken and goat fix now and then too.

In 1989 when I first started working for the company I work for 2014 seemed like an eternity away. There have been so many changes since then, so many hopes and dreams planned for, prayed for, lost and grieved over, forgotten, resurfaced, and changed. One thing I’ve learned on this road to the retirement transition is that it’s a time of honing in on what’s really important and letting go of the rest. We dream our dreams, then we look at reality and adjust accordingly.

When I clean out my office at work in a few months I expect that many of the trinkets one collects over a twenty-four year career will end up in the trash but I’ll be bringing that rock paperweight home with me. I’ll put it on the desk in my home office to remind me to be thankful for, and delight in, every single moment of the rest of my journey.

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Kale. It’s What’s For Dinner

June 2, 2013

Have you discovered kale yet? Gerry and I were introduced to it earlier this year when my daughter-in-love used it in a tasty salad when we were visiting. We enjoyed it so much that it’s become a regular feature at our house.  In addition to the recipe from my DIL I’ve also adapted a Weight Watcher’s [...]

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Dirty Little Secret

May 31, 2013

As I write this it’s Monday May 27, 2013. Memorial Day. A day off of work for Gerry and I. I’m upstairs in my home office hiding out as three hard-working landscapers work in my back yard severely cutting back the treasured laurel trees that line our back fence and provide privacy from our too-close [...]

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A Challenge

May 24, 2013

By the time my memoir Two Hearts launched last year I was exhausted. I had spent the previous four years writing, revising, remembering, and compiling my story into something that, according to many readers, reads like a novel. The elation I felt the first time I held a proof copy of the book in my [...]

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Taking Time For One’s Self

May 17, 2013
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For the past few years I’ve worked a flex schedule that allows me to take every second Friday off. I hold those days sacred, “protect the flex” becomes my mantra when I look around at the work on my plate and wonder if I can afford a day away from the office. I know, having [...]

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