The past 24 hours has made my heart smile :)
Sarasota makes me giggle…
I went to a show last night and sat next to the most delightful ladies. They, of course, were both old enough to be my grandmother, but that didn’t stop me from chatting them up.
We exchanged pleasantries, you know, “what are you doing in Sarasota for the summer?,” “where did you come from?, etc.” They were uber impressed that I was there by myself. Well, I’ve never had any qualms about doing fun things by myself, and I hope that never changes even when I become their age 
So at one point during the show, the lady sitting closest to me, leans over, with a zip-lock baggy full of Hershey Nuggets and Dove Promises, and asks if I would like one. For a brief moment, the whole childhood lesson of don’t take candy from strangers shoots across my memory, but then I rationalize that that lesson doesn’t and shouldn’t apply after a certain age, so I accept. She proceeds to lean over a moment later, laying another candy in front of me and says: “Here, take another.”
How can I not love someone who brings her own chocolates out to dinner theater? Amen sista. Not willing to spend the extra calories or money on a huge dessert, but still wanting something sweet after dinner. I totally getcha 
A small little observation about older generations in our society: the older one gets the more acceptable quirky behavior becomes. I feel like there is a tipping point in life when things said and done are okay even if it might seem uncouth to a younger, more critical eye. Had I brought my own candies out to dinner, I’m pretty sure any one of my friends (who are my age) would have said, “Classy, Kathleen, real classy.” But for the crowd I was chilling with last night, it was totally cool. he he he… Smiley heart moment number one
Smiley heart moment number two: My morning adventures at Sarasota’s fantastic farmer’s market.
People were out with their pooches in full force. Now, I’m not sure of the sanitary implications of having so many dogs in a farmer’s market, but nonetheless, it made for good dog/people watching.
Not only does it seem to be true that dogs take on the physical appearance of their owners (or is it the other way around?), but it seems pets take on the personal attitudes of their owners as well. This teeny-tiny little old woman with a teeny- tiny little dog marched straight up to a German Shepherd and gave it a piece of her teeny-tiny doggy mind. I can only imagine the internal dialogue of the German Shepherd “You talking to me? You talking me? Puh-leeze, I can eat you for breakfast.” The German Shepherd and its German Shepherd-like owner calmly passed the teeny-tiny dog without a sound. priceless.
Another dog, a poodle this time, stopped and just about tried to get with every other dog it passed. Yikers. Luckily, the gentleman who was the poodle’s owner was friendly, but not that friendly. he he he.
So how do I fit into this picture? A pooch-less, youngster, grad student? Here I am, in the middle of all of this morning chaos, with the sappiest-looking grin on my face, soaking it all up. What did I learn? Even though I’m 28 (fairly young in the grand scheme of things), I probably have the oldest soul on the planet, and I love it
The internship starts on Tuesday, exercise boot-camp is in full swing, and I’m still in hot pursuit of a part-time job.
Good times in Sarasota, thus far, good times.
Much love from the Sunshine State,
Kathleen (old-granny) Majorsky
