We have been talking recently in my house about what counts as an instrument.
To me May has always been the beginning of the “celebration season.” In May and June there are generally graduations, weddings, births, and celebratory showers. It is often a busy, but happy, time.
This past weekend, my step-son, Ryan, graduated SUNY Binghamton. (a year early and Summa Cum Laude the proud step-mother brags). It was a weekend filled with family and nachas. (Yiddish for being happy and proud).
As some know I enjoy maintaining my own website. Credit my son Jonathan who taught his dad enough code and who built some nifty sites (two still running) while in middle school.
Our government has a National Do Not Call Registry which is supposed to limit the amout of telephone solicitations you received.
But there seems to be something amiss. Since registering my cell number, I've gotten more calls lately, robo or otherwise trying to sell me something. Does anybody else have this same experience?
Last Saturday we returned to timeless earthly labor and planted our vegetable garden. This was the first time in memory that I participated and, truth be told, 3/4 of the work was done by Joanne. Usually she engages in this annual ritual with our son Alex. However, he was unavailable and I was drafted to substitute. We started with an early morning visit to the garden center where we loaded up with various tomato species and other harmonious vegetables.
I had a feeling that it might be a phishing call, but the caller ID said “Floral Park” and I have a client in Floral Park, so I answered. Perhaps I should have hung up when a voice I didn't recognize asked to speak to Benjamin.
It always amazes me how far people will go to be against something or someone. Its a habit, a well established neural pathway and, of course, I am guilty of it myself. What a different world we would have if we could just concentrate on what we are for, what we support, rather than what we don't want.
What we resist, persists.