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Faith and begorrah

If you’ve ever had the good fortune to travel to Ireland, you might assume (incorrectly) that people who live amongst such rustic countryside and rich history wouldn’t be very forward-thinking.

Turns out they have quite a few things to teach us back here in the USA.

Ireland-Dingle

Congratulations, Emerald Isle, on your historic approval of same-sex marriage — the first country to do so by a national vote.

#equal

Sense memory

My aunt Hennie, who left this world at far too young an age, collected salt and pepper shakers.

Really interesting ones, that my cousins and I played with any time we visited.

toaster shakerI saw this shaker set today while I was out-and-about and immediately thought of her.

The toaster is simply a holder for the two slices of bread, which are the individual salt and pepper shakers.

Aunt Hennie would have loved it.

Wild about hairy

dog moms mothers day

All in the family

Turns out you can’t judge a musical by its poster.

Fun-Home-1

The only thing I knew about the Broadway show Fun Home before I saw it last night was a) the critics loved it and b) the Tony voters did, too.

It scored 12 nominations earlier this week.

I didn’t know the soundtrack or the book upon which it was based. I walked in the theatre about as clueless as a person could get.

So imagine my surprise when the show wasn’t the singing, dancing Partridge Family parody that I had cooked up in my head.

If you too are in the dark (and wish to remain so), stop reading now.

Have they left?  Okay.  So the rest of you know why my mind is a bit blown right now.

The musical’s narrator is a lesbian cartoonist. (Yeah, this show’s no Cinderella.) With the help of her very young self and college-aged self — two incredible young performers — she tells her life story.  With captions.

(‘Cause she’s a cartoonist.)

Fun-Home-2How her father was a part-time teacher and part-time funeral director — FUN HOME was the family nickname for the funeral home — and a closeted gay man who slept with lots of boys and committed suicide while she was away at college.

Yeah.

But that’s not to say there weren’t moments of humor and laughter.  Her first girl-on-girl experience in college inspired “Changing My Major to Joan,” one of my favorite songs in the show. And the kids did do a little Partridge Family at one point, so the graphic designer gets to keep his job.

The cast is all-around amazing. I do wish I had seen the show off-Broadway before they were plopped down into this in-the-round venue. It has led to a lot of ‘singing to the audience’ staging that seems amateurish for a story of such complexity.

It is quite a ride.

Bless your heart

A friend in the education biz recently developed a course on customer service for his company.

I provided some general communication tips, but realized today that I didn’t mention a personal perspective that I have gained from years on the phone with customer service representatives:

southern accentIf the customer service representative speaks with a Southern accent, I:

a) believe they want to help me;

b) have found that they do help me; and

c) am in a better mood when I hang up because they are friendly — regardless of how I felt when started the call.

Now, I tend to believe that the people on the call on true Southerners. You can’t fake that hospitality…

Or can you?

It’s something the companies who depend on customer service — and, really, what company these days doesn’t — need to consider.  We can teach people how to lose an accent…

Why not teach customer service folks to have one?

Vintage softness

handsEvery time I shake someone’s hand, people comment on how soft my hands are.

If only one person said it, I would shrug it off. But it’s become a thing.

What makes it especially weird is that I hate hand lotion. Never use it. And I’m not doing anything to pamper them.

So what gives?

Well, I started paying attention of late, and have decided that the one substance that comes in contact with my hands several times a day may be the reason:

dawn ducks Dawn dishwashing liquid

I wash my hands so many times a day because I’m feeding the dog and medicating the dog and cleaning up after his various and sundry bodily functions.

It’s like a TV commercial from the 50’s.

But then again, they are that soft.

I hear voices

I had appointment after appointment today, so I was walking through the streets of Manhattan for hours….which meant I overheard a lot of chatter.

My favorites were between kids and their parents.

overheardEAVESDROP #1

Child: Mom, can I get a smoothie?

Mom: I don’t have any money.

Child: Well, can’t we just buy some?

EAVESDROP #2

Child: …we saw Adrian afterwards.

Grandmother: It’s nice that he lives close by.

Child: Yes, right by the sewer.

EAVESDROP #3

Child in Stroller: Woo Woo Woo Woo Woo Woo…

Dad: Do you simply have to be heard all the time?

Child: (silence) Yes. Woo Woo Woo Woo
You’re welcome.