Summertime

This July was dedicated to my "get a life" initiative, which involved taking advantage of cultural offerings in nearby New York City and traveling. I know, I travel enough - but this had to be travel that was not associated with ice hockey or music camp.

So, Joe and I went to Chicago. We visited the Chicago Art Institute, strolled through Grant Park, took an architectural boat tour and attended a Chicago Symphony Orchestra concert at Ravinia. We also enjoyed breakfast, our favorite meal and, apparently, a passion of Chicago residents. The city has done a wonderful job bringing art and nature into the street-scape. I could easily have spent a few days wandering through The Chicago Art Institute and the architecture tour made me more aware to my surroundings in Manhattan. The proportion of Chicago is very different from New York; everything was BIG. I returned home refreshed and enriched.

Consistent with my self-imposed initiative, Joe and I attended frequented theater. Finally, I, too, have seen "Wicked!" We saw "God of Carnage," "Billy Elliot" and "South Pacific." Tomorrow I am going to see "In the Heights." I particularly noticed the work of those who do not appear on stage; casting directors, the lighting designers, set designers and pit orchestra musicians. "Billy Elliot" was the standout. Casting "Billy Elliot" must have been a challenge. The actors had to look like miners and, at first glance, they definitely didn't appear to be capable of graceful movement. Wrong. The guy with the pot belly was the most coordinated of all.

Well, ice hockey season is gearing up again. Off I go to be a supportive ice hockey mom. I wouldn't have it any other way; I have the greatest life.

Anybody out there?

Both of my girls are home. Boarding school has done wonders for their relationship. They are working cooperatively on a complex art project, and this makes me very happy. Watching them in their new teen phase, I realize that my job as a mother of young children is over. Well, you all know that -because I started writing this blog as a means of dealing with the change. I am still figuring out my direction, but, for this week, at least, I am merely a chauffeur. However, I did pick up the telephone to speak with Damon Lester, president of the National Association of Minority Automobile Dealers. We discussed the awful situation faced by Greg Williams, proprietor of the GM dealer in Huntington. I heard Mr. Lester and Mr. Williams last week on Brian Lehrer's show. Apparently, dealers who received termination letters prior to the GM and Chevrolet bankruptcies have no protection under state franchise laws. They have been required to return their inventory and are being held personally liable. In Mr. William's case, he is on the hook for $5 million, but his inventory was returned to GMAC upon receipt of the termination letter, and there is nothing he can do about it. Mr. Damon and I reviewed legislation currently before the House and Senate that would afford legal protection to franchisees, such as Mr. Williams. We came up with small additions that would drastically change the meaning of the legislation to effect better protection for franchisees directly affected by the GM and Chevrolet bankruptcies. So, that was constructive. I probably won't get many opportunities to write for the next 3 weeks, but I am also interested to know whether anyone out there is reading my blog?!!! Please send me your feed back!

My beloved newspaper

The front page of The New York Times portrays harsh realities, while the advertising on pages 2 and 3 invariably features insanely priced commodities. Honestly, I look forward to seeing this each day. The ad at the top left corner of page 2 never fails to amuse; it is generally some hideous item at a ridiculous price. Today, the most prominent news was a report about economic sacrifices families are making in these lean economic times. The bottom left article was about post-war conditions in Gaza, and was accompanied by the picture of a bedraggled person standing in the remains of a bombed out building. Page 2, however, greeted readers with ads suitable only for those in denial. Today's page 2 top ad showed a pair of the most absurd looking Channel boots that I wouldn't want at $10, no less the more than $1,000 asking price. Often, I wonder whether the irony is intentional. Certainly, the effect can't be achieved in any other media form. Long live newspapers.

Economic Menopause

I love beautiful clothes and accessories. Finely crafted items are wearable art. There are pieces in my collection that I wear just to be a vehicle for showing off the items. It is enjoyable to use and display my classic pieces. I used to shop like a fiend. My husband would argue that I still do - but what does he know. Honestly, I think it is the effect of the economy - or could it be menopause? Or, perhaps our economy is experiencing menopause.

My current clothing shopping is need driven. Years ago, I would stop in a store 'just to look,' and, invariably, pick up a little thing here or there - or a big thing, whatever. Now, my standard is that the item must be beautiful, I must love it and, sort of, need it. My shopping habits are different, though. I no longer browse for the sake of looking. For example, this Fall I needed a new bag because I was going to be attending several events. I bought 2 beautiful bags at Hirschleifer's in Manhasset, New York. What?! They were 80% off and I use them. But what of the ultra fabulous Libertine blazer that I bought at the same time? Well, really - that is a one of a kind collectible piece. It is remarkably beautiful, I love it, hence, it is a necessity - and it was on sale.

I admit that I am still a bargain hunter and sample sale junkie. My purchases there often run afoul of my necessity standard, but the purchases must squarely satisfy the 'love it, absolutely remarkably beautiful' standard. Okay, perhaps I need to be delawyered - who else develops objective tests that determine their shopping habits? Not to worry. I managed quite well, thank you, at a recent Valentino sale where I purchased a really pretty glove letter bag with Valentino's signature flowers - at a markdown that enabled me to justify the purchase. Chalk it all up to an economic hot flash.

The influence of "The Camel Knows the Way"

 "The Camel Knows the Way" is an autobiography recounting Ms. Kelly's  successful career as the first woman auctioneer at Sotheby's, her battle with alchoholism, humbling experiences in Calcutta and  a remarkable relationship with Mother Theresa. Though it is a story of Ms. Kelly's particularly Christian spiritual awakening, "The Camel Knows the Way" nonetheless speaks to people of all religions.  I admire its honesty and artful use of language to portray vivid images and emotions.

The story of Ms. Kelly's spiritual shift experienced through her work in Calcutta is beyond moving.   Ms. Kelly learns  to see each and every person as worthy of compassion, even the people covered in filth and feces.  She accomplishes this by envisioning each suffering person as Jesus, himself or, in one case, as her mother.  With that shift, Ms. Kelly is emboldened to help the people of Calcutta.  Even though I am Jewish, I found this metaphor particularly transformational today.

I purchased my copy of "The Camel Knows the Way, a Journey" at a fair and sought out Ms. Kelly for an inscription.  I found her,gleefully getting her face painted.   When I got to the part of "The Camel Knows the Way" where Ms. Kelly relates that she jumped into the Sea of Gallilee fully clothed, I was less than surprised.  I would expect no less of someone this brave, adventurous and alive.

 One of my daughters is brilliant and gifted.  Her thirst for knowledge is remarkable and she seeks out unique experiences.  Like Ms. Kelly, she lives passionately. Her interests are unique and she is a truly special human being who, sadly, is not living up to her potential. For some reason, classes have not been attended, school work has been ignored and friendships have been left undeveloped.  To her credit, my daughter has finally admitted that she has a problem and needs help.  

Thankfully, my daughter's issues aren't life threatening. She doesn't drink alcohol, take drugs or engage in promiscuous sex. Still, I have been frustrated and thrust blame on my daughter for not wanting to overcome her problems with completing school work.  My husband and I were confounded.  We were amazed at how impossible our daughter made her own life by refusing to do homework that she could easily complete. Today, I was emotionally drained, lost and angry.  Then, I contemplated the imagery that enabled Lorna Kelly to attain a different attitude toward the poor and suffering people of Calcutta.  I stopped resenting my child for not making an effort to overcome self-inflicted problems.  Instead, I finally understood her suffering.    Obviously, if  I knew that a stranger was in that much emotional pain, I would approach them with compassion and get help.  The shift in attitude enabled me to leave the rage behind.   Offering support is far more constructive.

What is an Athlete?

 Physical talent is not what defines an athlete; mental fortuity and an unwillingness to quit are the defining traits.  An athletic attitude definitely permeates daily life.  This morning, for example, I felt rotten.  I went to spin class anyway, tried my best and felt better for it [endorphins].  I wasn't going to sit down and write, but I couldn't give my all in one sphere of my life and not another.  The attitude must be consistent.

Nowhere is the impact of the athletic attitude more manifest than in my younger daughter.  Her effort and drive are evident on and off the ice.  It is inspiring to learn from her attitude.  The eldest daughter has just discovered crew, and it is motivating her to find her best self within.  Being a coxswain has given Allison a sense of purpose and responsibility; I have never known her to be hellbent on getting to breakfast by 7 am.  

In my opinion, all that you hear about development about positive self-esteem through participation in sports is true.  I know it is true for me and I see it in my daughters.  They feel great about being part of a team and succeeding.  I feel great about the fact that I haven't given up on myself and that I am setting an example for my daughters.  My morning workouts set the tone for my days, and I go to sleep at night knowing that I tried my best from the first hour.          

Frustration and apologies

Apologies to all of my readers- Phil, that means you.  I don't know why my computer decided to publish the last entry in all caps.  Perhaps it sensed my ire, and decided to scream my opinion to the world.  Well, I am new to blogging and there sure is a learning curve.  I hope my audience will be indulgent.