I’m all wrapped up in the US Open Tennis Tournament. It serves as a reminder that no matter how good you are, someone better is waiting in the wings to take your place. None of us is indispensable, except maybe to our families—and sometimes I’m not so sure about that.
I remember the first time a student told me I was cute. She caught a glimpse of Steve and I walking across a shopping center parking lot hand-in-hand. That got me to wondering at what point in time we become cute again. I know that I refer to some senior citizens as cute, never thinking it might be less than a compliment—though I don’t share my thoughts with them.
Just this week another student informed me I’m perky. While it’s probably true, I told her that I was pathologically perky. Son, Benjamin, would agree. Something about getting up in the morning and spewing forth a stream of conversation, which may or may not include singing little ditties.
My friend Vicki Landis was featured in an art show yesterday at Artists’ Haven, which is located in Ft. Lauderdale on Oakland Park Blvd., east of Federal Highway. Check out her website at http://landisdesignresource.com/. Vicki is neither cute nor perky, but she is beautiful, charming, energetic, and supremely talented.