A Summer Blog, part thirty-two
Monday, August 06, 2018
A flock of bushtits was working a bush on the other side of the river this morning along with some other birds that had joined the horde. Bushtits gather in large numbers and roost together. A mountain chickadee was with them—looking huge in comparison with the tiny bushtits. A very social group that flit from bush to bush cleaning up the insects gathered there. I don’t do well in large groups and could probably be called socially inept. There are many people I call friends and a few that would be named close friends. My first friend in New Mexico is still a close friend after 40+ years. I am still amazed at how we became friends. We were both mothers of a kid in the four year old program of a private school. We had exchanged pleasantries over the course of the year but that was it. On the last day of school as we picked up our kids, I blurted out: you seem like someone I would enjoy knowing. Would you join me at my house and have a tuna fish sandwich with us? I’m still not sure where the courage came to issue that invitation, but am sure glad I asked. We have been through so much over the years and I value having her in my life. Until I was in my forties, I would have said I really didn’t like people. Then my mother and father died within two weeks of each other and an acquaintance from church, knowing I was at loose ends, asked if I would work for them at their consignment store. She wanted me to enter and tag items and generally do bookwork. What she neglected to tell me is that I would also be waiting on customers. It took me about two weeks to realize no one was going to put me down or be mean to me as long as I was smiling. I became an excellent sales person and discovered that people were pretty decent most of the time. If not for that experience, I would never have become a bed and breakfast owner—nor learned I was good with people. Lesson learned: take a leap of faith, smile and pretend you know what you are doing until you actually do!