Is Grandma Henry’s Ghost Trying to Tell Me Something?

40298070_10155914912863460_7689007357044457472_oYou guys. I think I’m being haunted by my paternal grandmother. Grandma Henry died when I was 8 yrs old, 40 years ago. I inherited this music box bracelet. Wind it up and it plays Fur Elise. It’s been untouched in a jewelry box for at least 5 years, until last night.

10 p.m. husband and 2 cats and I crawl into bed. We all hear a couple of weird musical notes. I check my phone to see if any alerts are going off. Nothing, but a few minutes later we hear a few more notes. The cats stare at the dresser with the jewelry box.

It dawns on me what the music probably is. So the husband grabs the jewelry box and puts it on the bed. I open it and pull the bracelet out. It doesn’t chime until I pull the little button that turns it on. The jewelry box lid slams down. Cats sprint off the bed.

Husband thinks the lid slammed because he leaned on the mattress and shook the box. I put the music box back into the jewelry box and put everything back on the dresser. 2 seconds later, couple of creepy musical notes.

Grandma Ruth Henry – 1946

Weird thing is, I was thinking about Grandma’s mother today. She died when Grandma was 7 years old. She had headaches and was always in bed. I’ve been suffering through a symptom wave from the neurological damage I suffered earlier this year from medication. The worst wave I’ve had for months.

I was wondering if the symptoms I’m having were similar to my Grandma’s mother. I don’t buy into woo, but… Guys, I am going to get my brain checked ASAP. Wish me luck with Grandma’s ghost.

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Planning the SAHR (Stay At Home Retreat)

When am I ever going to find the time to write?

The answer is: Never. Time isn’t just sitting around like a lost Chapstick. You gotta make the time to write. Most weekends I promise myself that I’ll write, but only get 30 min here and there between “I have to wash this” or “Time to go pick up food and things” or “Yeah, I deserve a nap.” When I sit down to write, I find easy ways to distract myself with Twitter or other nonsense.

Going on a writing retreat is a great way to disconnect, change up the scenery, get your mind out of your chores and daily life and get writing.

Welp, I don’t have the funds or the mobility to go anywhere so I decided to create my own retreat…at home. This is the first time I’m really putting a plan in place, so fingers crossed that I’ll stay focussed and not end up just mopping the floors to distract myself from writing.

I think the key here is to have a plan, which involves a schedule. That, and a strong belief that I can stay focused (plus a reward system) = successful writing weekend.

In case you’d like to join me, here’s the plan!

Night Before – Planning Stuff:

After work @ 4 p.m. finish any chores you absolutely have to get done before Monday
(grocery shopping, laundry, cat related cleaning, cooking)

This is a good time to make sure you’re stocked up on all the food/beverages you’re going to need. I’m going to get a cupcake and some fancy cheese.

– Now is the time. Shut down any/all social media apps. Let your mind get bored this weekend. –

7 p.m. – Write out goals for the weekend.

  • You are allowed to select TWO projects to focus on.
  • You need to have a word count goal for each project.
  • During the weekend you can switch between these two projects ONLY. If any new ideas come up, jot down the idea and go back to one of the projects you’ve chosen.
  • You don’t have to hit the word counts for both projects, just one. If you hit both you’ll get a bonus reward!

7:30 p.m. – Vision board or color sketch of how this weekend or success looks visually to you.
8:30 p.m. – Plan your outfits for Saturday and Sunday. I know… but if you were going away, you’d have those packed. This will clear up time and mental energy of making choices.
9:30 p.m. – I’m going to bed because I’m delicate. Y’all can start on your projects if you want.

Day 1 – Full Day:

8 a.m. – Yoga, walk/run, or whatever exercise works for you. Meditate on positive focus for the day.
8:45 a.m. – lazy breakfast, animal chores (aka, feed cats and clean the litter, the only chores you’re doing today. I don’t care how dirty the bathroom is.)
9:30 a.m. – Set up your writing area with all your stuff: Notebook, Laptop, Beverage, Snacks, Music, blanket, fan, etc…
9:45 a.m.Writing prompt for fun. Read the poem In Praise of My Bed. Make a list of 4 inanimate things you love. Set a timer for 10 minutes and write about one (or from the thing’s POV). Tell us what season it is. Include all 5 senses.  If you don’t know what to write about just write the name of the thing over and over and over until something sparks.
10 a.m. – 1 p.m. – Writing time! PICK ONE of your projects and stick with it for 3 hours.
(Did you stick to one project the whole time? You get a cupcake! [or a pear if you wanna stay healthy])
1-1:45 p.m. – Eat lunch (keep it easy with a turkey/tomato sammich). Go outside for at least 10 minutes. Feel the sun and the air on your skin. Notice any smells (cows? roses? neighbor’s motorcycle?)
1:45-3:30 p.m. – Writing time! Stick with one project for the next 1.75 hours.
3:30-3:35 p.m. – DANCE BREAK (or song break, or skipping break) just get some movement going. I am personally going to be doing interpretive dance to Careless Whisper while lip syncing. IDC.
3:35-4 p.m.– snack time (v8 & string cheese) and cat snuggles. Tell your cat how your progress is going, or just ask her how her toe beans are feeling today.
4-6 p.m. – Writing Time: Back to that project. Got some new ideas/life?
6-7 p.m. Creative cook time – I’m making these sweet strawberry drop biscuits. Have a simple dinner lined up – I’m planning on ravioli/tortellini with some wilted spinach and red sauce. (or if I met my goals I’m ordering Pad Thai!)
7:30 – 8 p.m. – Sketch one of your projects characters or scenes.
8 – 9 p.m. – Write a leetle bit more.
9 – 9:15 p.m. – Brag on yourself, what did you get done today! It doesn’t even MATTER if it was a little or a lot. Way to go!!
9 p.m.Bedtime yoga – relax little bear! Have a glass of wine if ya want!

REWARD for meeting word count on DAY ONE:

Day 2 – Full Day:

8 a.m. – Yoga, walk/run, or whatever exercise works for you. Meditate on positive focus for the day.
8:45 a.m. – lazy breakfast, animal chores
9:30 a.m.Writing prompt for fun. Archeologists have recently discovered a preponderance of artifacts in a “lost” indigenous city in Southeastern KS. Read through the article and put yourself in that city, at any point in time (past, now, future). Set a timer for 10 minutes and write about that experience. Tell us what season it is. Include all 5 senses.  If you don’t know what to write about just write “I don’t know what to write” over and over and over until something sparks.
10 a.m. – 12 p.m. – Writing time! PICK ONE project and stick with it for 2 hours.
Noon – 1 p.m. – Lunch (leftover raviolis) and long walk time. Notice the world around you with all your senses. Let your thoughts wander where they naturally want to go. Breathe.
1 -3:45 p.m. – Writing time again. Focus on one project. Be aware of your word count goal for today and the weekend.
Did you stick with one project this whole time? That deserves a bigger treat! I’m gonna get a new pair of shoes!
If you didn’t stick with one project, if you bounced around between different ideas, but are still hanging in there, writing and not checking you Twitter-Insta-Facebook-Email-Texts-Smoke Signals, then you still deserve a treat. Have some of that fancy cheese with some apple slices.
3:45 – 4:15 p.m. – Amy snack time! (strawberries and protein shake) Chase the cats around again.
4:15 – 6 p.m. – Writing time. Last writing time of the SAHR. Don’t worry if you don’t get all the words down. Relax into the story and enjoy the last few hours of focused writing time.
6 p.m. – Pour yourself some wine or tea and review the goals you set for yourself on Friday. How did you do? Any forward movement is progress. Even if you got distracted, did you get anything down? Nicely done.

Now think long term. Where do you want to go with your writing. Think big! (or small, whatever suits you.) Write out 3 long term goals for yourself. If you want to write out stuff that isn’t writing related, do it. I’m not looking over your shoulder. Make yourself happy!!

REWARD for meeting word count for the SAHR WEEKEND!
One writing class! I’m going with:

Holy Trouts! You did it! A whole Stay At Home Retreat© and you got some writing done. Congrats. If you did any of this with me, whether it was the same weekend I did it or not, let me know if any of this worked for you. I’m definitely gonna let you know if I succeeded or dropped my balls.

PS: If you met your writing goals, drop me a note and I’ll send you a little something through the USPS. 🙂

Good Hike – Bad Advice

 

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The trail seemed foggy on the whole idea too.

Went for a short hike this morning. It’s a pretty popular trail, and we got there late-ish at 11, so the path was crowded.

On our way down we heard a woman, calling to another family that was about 10 yards up the path. She was standing mid-trail with her tween-aged son standing next to her. Her voice carried as she shared her parenting advice:

“We tell our kids that if something is bothering you, tell us with your body, not your words.”

The family 10 yards above, who may or may not have heard her, followed the statement with an awkward silence and then kept walking.

The woman repeated herself “Use your body, not your words.” very loudly, directed to her son this time. I kept moving.

Is this “express with your body” a new parenting trend I’ve missed out on? Since I don’t have any kids, pretty sure I missed all the trends. But, I am an Aunt and Great Aunt, and I have always heard every parent I’ve ever met say “Use your words.”

The woman’s weird advice stuck in my brain like an unsolvable puzzle. Is there an advocacy for interpretive dance for kids to express their displeasure?

Then I realized maybe she’s just been parenting in the same style as The OA. Maybe she’s trying to travel between dimensions, or do the thing they do in the season finale that I’m not going to tell you about because you might watch the show someday.

I’m absolutely never going to hassle anybody about their parenting choices (see: I’m not a parent.) I just want to see the results of her methods.

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Things I Will Do Tomorrow (A Procrastinators Lament)

Yarr…I be writing.

Hi – Since I’ve been procrastinating for months about posting. AND, since I’m currently editing some stories to submit around. AND, as I was looking for one particular story that fit one particular theme call, I found a bunch of old poems I’d written. Some of my poems are really bad (trust me), but I figured I’d post this procrastinate-y list poem I wrote years ago. Because if there is one thing I do on a daily basis, it’s procrastinating. So it’s still accurate.

Things I will do tomorrow (a procrastinators lament)

Eat Right

Exercise

Clean out the fridge

Mop the floors

Vacuum the couch

Buy new cute shoes

Sew that button onto Seen’s shirt

Put away the last load of laundry

Meet Marinda for lunch

Brush the cats

Get a moisturizing mask for my hair

Keep going on the new business

Call my mother

Get the roof fixed

Get the fence fixed

Win the lottery

Bake peanut butter cookies

Buy more peanut butter

Start a family

Sing my baby to sleep

Sit in the sun

Smile at a grumpy old lady

E-mail the manager of the health club about the dumbbell issue

Buy tickets to Hawaii

Make funny t-shirts

Put pictures into the frames for the bedroom

Hang the pictures in the bedroom

Upload photos to Zazzle

Write out my Christmas cards

Put up Christmas décor

Hang inspirational window treatments

Cure AIDS – one $50 check at a time

Save Darfur

Protest the war

Save the children

Protect the animals

Help the environment

Recycle

Order new recycle bin from the city

Take out the trash

Trim the roses

Smell the roses

Pick tomatoes

Make a marinara sauce

Sort through closet

Sort through jewelry

Sort through shed

Drive to goodwill with clothing, jewelry, and etc donation

Do daily write

Finish writing Christmas carol

Research early 20th century High Plains culture

Donate to American Indian college fund

Take a St. Johns Wort

Buy more vitamins

Buy more lingerie

Write a love note to seen

Write a book about love

Buy more paper

Finish reading overdue library book

Take books back to library

Pay library fines

Save the cheerleader

Save the world

Cancel cable TV

Buy classical music

Change my attitude

Meditate

Take a nap

You can tell how old this is without even knowing me because there is a thinly veiled reference to the show Heroes, which must have been from the first season because I will NOT admit to watching it after that. There’s also a thing about having lunch with Marinda and eating peanut butter, neither of which I’ve done for at least a handful of years.

(Yo Marinda…let’s have lunch…just not anything with peanut butter because I’m allergic now.)

Maybe I’m not writing because everything on the news is kind of a screaming dumpster fire right now and I don’t write about current events. It’s just that everything else seems insipid. (I know it isn’t.)

I’m off to not procrastinate editing stories on chubby monsters and tattle tale hearts. Then I’m going to do put up a quick chapbook of poems I wrote after Dad died, because some of those need to live outside of my Dropbox. Look for them soon (or, ya know, in 5 years) on Amazon!

 

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This is from Sponge Bob. I was planning on making a graphic, but…

 

 

Aunt Amy’s Comprehensive Guide to Being an Adult

13568835_10153528503316021_2201300065599682128_oSo, you’ve reached a milestone; graduation from someplace, 16th, 18th, 21st, or 45th birthday, you’re moving into your own place, finally buying your own shoes, any of these are a big deal. It’s time to be a grown up, or at least do what the other grown ups do and try to act like a grown up. It’s not always easy, so I wanted to give you a few pointers on how to fake being an adult.

Before we get into this, you should know that none of us know what we’re doing. There are lots of people in charge of things who trained to know how to do those particular things, and they surround themselves with other people who are trained in different aspects of those things, but really we’re all pretending to be adults. Some of us are just much more confident in the delivery (and some of us really relish that we’re getting to play dress up as adults and still act like kids).

If you don’t get this whole grown-up thing correct every now and then, you’re not alone. Just get up tomorrow and put on your best adult costume and keep on pretending, until you practice so much at acting mature, eventually you start to believe it. Kind of like flying, you can’t fly if you don’t believe that you can (and if you’re thinking “well, nobody can fly” that’s just the kind of attitude we need to get rid of.)

Important things to know; the list:

Benice1.Be nice to other people.

This is really hard sometimes. Most current adults fail at this a LOT.

It’s super easy to focus on the tough stuff in your life, and only your life, and take it out on the world. Yes, life can be a complete PITA (Pain In The Ass), but don’t make it tougher on everybody else.

Don’t be cranky to the grocery store clerk. Don’t yell at the mailman. Don’t hurumph your way through your job today. Because, and this is SUPER IMPORTANT, those people you are not nice to, they might be having a crummy day too. Stuff might be happening behind the scenes as they pretend to be a grown-up, and it’s stuff you probably don’t even consider. Go ahead and be the nice part of their day, or at minimum, not pile on their stress.

Even if their life is peachy fuzzy, do you really want to be the jackass who makes them have a crappy day? The answer is “NO”…no you don’t want to be that jackass.

To summarize: Pull your head out of your ass. Think about how your actions affect other people. Be kind.

2. Always pay the rent on time.

Actually, always pay all your bills on time, if you are able. This is just an extension of being nice. There are people who work for the companies you owe money to. They need you to pay for what you’ve used, so they can pay for stuff they’ve used.

This one can be tough sometimes too, particularly if you’re having a rough time making a living. Talk to the people who you owe money to, payment plans are usually an option. And don’t say “The check is in the mail.” or “I’ll be getting the money to you next week.” unless it’s the truth. Which brings me to my next point.

3. Be honest.

First step, be honest with yourself. This one is pretty easy to start, but it gets tough. Next time you feel crappy doing something, ask yourself why. Don’t sugar coat it, or give yourself a million excuses. Be honest.

For example: Why am I yelling at everybody in traffic, or why did I start crying just because the damn strawberry jam jar wouldn’t open?

  1. Everybody sucks, everything sucks. Nothing is ever going to be good again
  2. I didn’t get enough sleep and only ate Cheetos for dinner last night
  3. I’m stressed out because I can’t figure out why the dog is sick, or how I’m going to make my paycheck last until the end of the month, and it’s weighing on me.
  4. I’m just having a crabby day. It’s just emotions or hormones. It’ll pass. I’m taking the day off and watching crappy Rom-Coms on Netflix.

After that, be honest with other people. You can be gentle and honest at the same time.  (This does not mean you have carte blanche to be a total dick and just spout whatever random thought crosses your mind. Remember item #1.)

4. In regards to people who are different than you.

That is literally everybody. Do NOT judge anybody’s life choices, unless they are hurting themselves or others (human, animal, planet…but not plants, some of us can’t help the fact that we can’t garden AT ALL [I’m sorry beautiful, purple daisies!]).

We all grew up in different places, different influences, different financial backgrounds, etc… Everybody is different from you.

You are a unique snowflake, they are a unique grain of sand. Every, single, solitary, soul on this planet is different. You will not get along with everybody, but try as hard as you can, to live and let live. Help those who ask, or who need help but can’t ask. But do not ever judge. Every. Body. is. Different. And that is a good thing.

5. Dating.

Pay close attention to your adult dating choices. They should adhere to rule #1. If they do that, you’re an awesomely lucky dater and have won the dating lottery.

If they adhere to most of these guidelines, all on their own, without ever knowing about them, marry that fucker. If marriage is your thing.

6. Listening to other people’s rules listicle.

Guidelines are not hard and fast rules. If somebody tells you something is 100% right, they aren’t paying attention to guideline #4 (everybody is different). Latch onto what works for you, let go of what doesn’t. That doesn’t make you bad, or the listicle maker stupid, it just means every journey through life is different.

grave7. Life is short.

I know it doesn’t feel like it when you’re 18 or 21 or buying your own shoes for the first time, but it is. Enjoy your life. Enjoy the moment. Don’t worry too much. Just be nice and enjoy stuff.

Meeting Keanu and Other Life Events Ruined by Food Poisoning

I was only 10 years old the first time food poisoning ruined my fun. Kathy was spending the night. I’m pretty sure my parent’s planned the sleep-over to distract me from the fact that they were taking our sweet Border Collie, Bonnie, to a sheep farm. (For real guys, I visited her a couple of times after that. It wasn’t that euphamistic “farm upstate”.)

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Me & Bonnie trying to herd snow.

Kathy loved my Mom’s canned sweet pickles, so we snuck into the basement, cracked open a jar and ate the entire thing before my Mom got home. When Mom did get home, she realized that there was a gigantic brown lump inside the lid of the empty pickles. Somehow, the lid had been punctured and that brown lump was mold. We had eaten a jar of moldy pickles.

Doctor ordered that we both take Syrup of Ipecac, then we spent the night hugging separate toilets, tossing up everything from the toenails forward. Between vomits, I hugged Bonnie and told her goodbye, before my Dad took her to live amongst the sheep.

This began a pattern I didn’t realize until just last weekend. Whenever something cool is about to happen (or has just happened) I get food poisoned. Which might make you say, “Well, you do have anxiety, so maybe it’s just a physical manifestation of that.”

Maybe sometimes, but sometimes it happens when cool stuff that is a complete surprise to me. Like my first adult experience with food poisoning.

Chicago, mid 1990’s, my cd playlist consisted of County Crows, Rage Against the Machine and Lilith Fair ladies. I was in the middle of Stage Managing a run of The Caine Mutiny Court Martial at The Red Orchid Theatre. There was myself and a cast of, I wanna say 12, men. Tracy Letts was the star, Wilson Milam directed and Michael Shannon ran front of house. There is a reason I’m name dropping, even though at the time I had no idea how successful any of those guys were going to be. (I mean, Tracy had already had success with Bug and Killer Joe, but we were just theatre people in Chicago, putting on a show and having a good time.)

It was a teeny production in a small space. Because of that I was more than just Stage Manager, I was also prop person, lighting and sound operator. Basically, I was the entire crew.

We had a great show on Friday, Wilson bought us all Boston Market for dinner beforehand. I went home, after a few beers at our local dive bar, and then my stomach turned on me.

The entire next day, Saturday, I spent in the bathroom, sleeping on the shower rug between bouts of painful herking. BUT I knew the show had to go on that night.

I managed to wash my face, brush my teeth, but didn’t quite have the energy to brush my hair or put in contacts. Ancient, coke-bottle-bottom-thick eyeglasses, one earpiece held on with black electrical tape just shoved onto my face. My boyfriend’s sweatpants and sweatshirt were much more comfy than my normal backstage black dress with tights and Doc Martens.

The hurling had subsided, now I was just week and groggy. I brought blankets and pillows, tucked them under the light board, which was in the booth that sat in a little room, with a glassless window, about 4 feet off state left, just behind the audience. I could have tapped the shoulder of the guy sitting right in front of me. I may have mentioned, it was a small house.

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Why does that Stage Manager look like death?

That was the night a young Rachel Weisz decided to visit her old friend Wilson, who had directed her in some play back in England at some point. I was kind of fever-y I don’t remember all the details. She brought the guy who was staring in a movie they were shooting in Chicago. That guy was Keanu Reeves.

Dudes.

So, I shook her hand, in the lobby, when Wilson introduced us. She looked at me like I was insane, and stinky (which, now that I’m revisiting it, I probably was). Keanu was gracious and smiled and shook my hand.

I fumbled back to the lighting/sound booth, flashed the lights, faded the intro music and started the show, then crawled into my makeshift pillow fort below the board and tried not to focus on the fact that Keanu Reeves just met the worst possible version of me.

That was the first instance. After that I got poisoned at a friend’s wedding, which was a destination wedding. That one was so bad I went to the hospital, after the ants overtook the hotel bathroom, where I was trying to sleep between releasing toxins from every orifice.

Here is something you don’t need to know: I can tell when I’m really getting super sick because I can’t have anything touching me, not Seen, not fabric, nothin’. So I was on the bathroom floor, moaning in pain, not a stitch on to protect me, and the ants started crawling in. Very dramatic, but not something that lives in the Fond Memory drawer in my brain.

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Loaded up on meds to see The Wall

After that, the highlights of my journey through digestive roller-coasting include: food poisoning 2 days before Thanksgiving with friends, a case the day before Valentine’s Day, which I actually think was Norovirus because it sent me to the ER yet again and I didn’t eat properly for a month, another quick little stint with my active belly the day before we had tickets to go see The Wall LIVE with Roger Waters.

Sensing a pattern?

I realized it last weekend. Saturday was Pride Day here, and my plans including going to the event and meeting up with Buck, a friend I hadn’t seen in over a decade.

Buck was an actor I went to classes with, back when I did acting and producing and other such things. We used to hang out, go to movies, or dinner, he ran the house a few times for the couple of plays I produced in Hollywood. He has a special place in my heart for writing a note to me that said “If you could see yourself the way we (the class) see you, you would have so much confidence!”

Confidence has always been the biggest hurdle for me, so that struck a chord.

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I’m being helpful!

But Friday night, we got home from dinner and my stomach rebelled again. I knew it was serious when I overheated and had to get that pesky fabric away from my skin.

Saturday was spent mostly on the couch, groaning and hoping I’d feel better by afternoon. I did, but just a little, not enough to go enjoy the event.

Food poisoning had struck again.

My choices for the future are:

  1. Not eat for a few days if we have something planned
  2. Find a food that is impossible to poison and just eat that exclusively…forever.
  3. Track down Keanu and see if he is the source.
  4. Or, ya know, just deal with it.

I’ll probably go with the last option. (Though #3 might make an interesting story.)

He Told Me to Smile, Then Kicked Me Out of His Shop

SmilingBuddhaI have been told to smile by a variety of people over my life. As a woman with a mild case of RBF (resting bitch face) it’s not a frequent nor uncommon occurrence.

Usually, the person requesting my smile is older and well intentioned. They typically return the request with a smile of their own, so I don’t take offense. Well wishes are always welcome, even if the language conveying them is a little off.

But this past Saturday, a man told me to smile in an aggressive and offensive way.He yelled it into my face, because he didn’t want to look at me without a happy expression. I politely told him that wasn’t cool. The man owned a Buddhist collectible store (it’s closing) and I was completely shocked by his decidedly non-Buddhist reaction.

I hesitated sharing this with you all, because it was a bit of personal drama and I tend to keep that stuff to myself. But then I saw this article about a woman who was refused her gum purchase because the shop owner couldn’t make her smile, and I thought of how many of us get verbally assaulted if we don’t put on a smile for somebody who has no idea what might be happening in our lives. A quick Google search shows how often it does happen. You’re not alone!

As for my own experience, I looked the store up on Yelp and found out I’m not the only one who experienced aggressiveness from the owner. I shared my story there, and because I wrote my own Yelp review while still working through the aftermath of the altercation, I’m going to post my review below.

I’ve just come home very shaken from my experience in this store. I’m so glad I looked the place up on Yelp, because I had the same horrible experience that several other people have had. Other reviews have helped me make sense of what just happened to me.

The store is closing, and after what happened today, I totally get why. I debated Yelping this guy, because he *is* closing, but after reading about the same thing happening to other people, I thought it would be cathartic for me to get this out of my mind. The experience was confusing and confounding.

My husband and I stopped by on a Saturday morning, we were headed home from a driving meander around town, checking out architecture and estate sales. We were on our way home when we saw his “Store Closing” sign and decided to take a look inside, since we both love the aesthetic.

Oh, how I wish we had kept driving.

The owner was standing in the door with a push broom as we tried to walk in. He was talking to other customers, so we waited a few seconds for him to let us through. The energy in the place is a bit frenetic, which seemed odd for a Buddhist store. He was popping around to the customers in back, haggling, making a deal. It didn’t seem too out of the ordinary.

After a slow walk around the store, admiring pieces, imagining where some of them might fit into our home, we walked toward the display in the front. Standing near the prayer flags, and ironically enough, next to a wall hanging with the “My religion is kindness” quote from the Dalai Lama, the owner rushed over to us.

He addressed my husband first. “You two aren’t going to buy anything because you’re walking around with your hands in your pockets. If you like something I’ll discount it more…” Super frenetic energy coming off of this guy. (BTW, it was still a bit chilly, so hands in pockets to keep them warm and to hold onto cell phones, which are not allowed out in the store. I see on reviews here that he has said this to others. That little factoid, which he must have learned in some retail marketing psychology seminar, does not always apply.)

The thoughts running through my head, when he was standing next to us, were “We did make a resolution to not purchase anything decorative in January. We’re trying to cut back on consumerism.” I weighed saying that out loud, but seriously, he didn’t need to know that. So I just continued to look towards the prayer flag pile, which was about knee height.

Then the owner got about a foot away from my face and aggressively said “You should be happy. You need to smile….” This was not a kindly person trying to lift my spirits, he didn’t like the way I looked apparently. He kept talking about how I didn’t look right.

I know I have resting bitch face, but my thoughts are generally thoughts of kindness. I replied “You know, you probably shouldn’t tell people to smile. You don’t know what they might be going through.”

Then he said “Get out of my store!!” gesturing wildly toward the door we were about to walk out of any way. “GET OUT!!”

I said “You aren’t very zen are you?” in a mild voice. (NEW BLOG NOTE: In an afterthought, I realized this was probably the best, most prescient thing I have ever said to anyone.)

He continued to yell at us to get out as we were walking out. (NEW BLOG NOTE: Full disclosure – I did look at my husband and say “What a dick!” after we were outside the store. So I didn’t totally keep my cool.)

I was completely shocked. It was an out-of-the-blue verbal assault.

So, I came home and tried to rationalize that behavior: Maybe going out of business made him extremely hostile, maybe he’s going through other health/financial concerns that have him riled up. As I sat, trying to dispel the negativity, trying to release the thoughts of this man, so he wouldn’t dominate my day after this interaction, I thought of the teaching that everyone you meet is a Buddha, they have something to teach you.

So what did this man have to teach me? Perhaps to not take personally how other people might look when I’m near them. Maybe that not all “spiritual” stores operate on a spiritual level. Maybe it’s to reply with kindness when approached with hostility.

I still don’t know. Going to meditate this away and try to get on with the rest of my day.

I’m not meditating on this anymore. Seeing reviews of him having similar interactions with other customers made me realize this is his issue.

I’m glad I actually spoke up this time, and am taking this experience as a learning opportunity, on how I react to people who don’t respond with a smile or hello when I offer one to them. You don’t know what is going on in somebody’s day or life. Be positive and patient and kind when you are able. Full stop.

Another programming note: I started realizing that sitting down and conjuring up a PE blog everyday was actually helping me procrastinate my “real” writing. So I’ve gotten into a habit of sitting in the chair and writing every night, but now it will be a blog only 2-3 times a week. Fiction the rest of the time. That de-escalated quickly…
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