One Foot Every 22 Seconds

At the speed of life. That's the way I lived my life. At 25 and before, I acted as if I were 50 in order to gain the respect of people in positions of power over me. Acted in moments though. No way could I play that role day and night. Some of my props included: Three piece suits, a hardy handshake, scotch and water, sarcasm, stupid witty comments, and other acts which hurt people who did nothing but be friendly to me. Every experience could have been a one man show, the other characters were props best played by people without feelings.

The last days of being forty something are here. Maybe, and I can't say for sure so maybe, this is the first time in my life where other people matter to me for who they are and what they know. Santa Maria Deluca and Michael wanted to talk to me yesterday. I let them and I'm more content today because I listened.

Giving is better than receiving, except when it comes to advice. I am so quick to give advice, before it is requested--as if the request is a given, and after speaking my mind I feel a bit wasted. Why do I feel when someone tells me somthing that they are seeking my advice? That can be changed. I am going to begin working on that today. Today I will be aware of my responses to the conersations I have with others. I will say Thank You for sharing your experience, and leave it at that unless my input is requested.

Eating dinner at the top of a hotel built in the early 70's I suspect I looked out over the Gulf of Mexico to the west, the coast north and south, and the city of St. Pete's to the west. All of those views were mine in the hour I sat at the table because the dining room floor rotated. By measuring the time it took for six inch floor tiles to move across a point on the floor, I calculated the room mooved at one foot every 22 seconds. I wonder how the designers arrived at this speed as the ideal speed of rotation? Too much faster and I think there would be problems for an intoxicated patron---would have been a challenge for me. George Jetson said what crossed my mind as the window pane dividers sped past one every 72 seconds--- "Jane! Stop this crazy thing!"