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A quiet moment for blessings and a few details


LAST WEEK while counting my blessings, savoring the unrushed companionship of my husband and a few friends, and generally enjoying an unusual three-part week, I let my mind wander to some of the less-frequently explored topics of the universe. To wit:

How can catalog companies, in good conscience, follow the barrage of the last two months with still more catalogs, with the same merchandise, now on sale? Four arrived the day after Christmas, six more after that.

The rim of a glass is 360 degrees. The chip in the rim of the glass is at most one degree, probably less. Why is it almost always directly at my lip, no matter how conscientiously I try to turn it away?

How do the producers of Daytimers, Franklin Planners, and myriad other organizational tools cope when their well-defined day runs smack into a dead car battery and the baby sitter's flu? (I really want an answer to this one. Thirty years of trying to create my own organizational reality has been for naught.)

Many more ponderings brought a smile, however:

How come, with all the mistakes we make, and the unintended hurts we inflict, we're still loved and still consulted?

How come the calories no one sees you eat don't count?

And so on, some universal, some personal, some totally wishful thinking. On balance, I was reminded that what we look for has a great deal to do with what we find, and what we receive from relationships is tied from the first day to what we give.

If I give those chipped glasses some attention with a diamond file, I'll receive lots more years of enjoyment from using them.

I'm having a little trouble deciding where to schedule that intention in the compartmentalized organizer that I don't remember to look at, but there's a whole new book opening in a couple of days, and with luck, I'll figure it out.

Good luck in your personal searches in 1997. Happy New Year.

Discipline of dance

Deep in my heart I know that the secret to organization is self-discipline. Discipline is the key to learning anything, including what my daughter and her teen-age buddies in the mid-1970s would have disdainfully called "touch dancing."

I learned to foxtrot, waltz and tango in a school gym, to the strains of the Andrews Sisters and Margaret Whiting and Benny Goodman, giving their all on 78s.

For others who "love ballroom dancing and will devote the time and effort needed to learn the techniques," Davidsonville Dance Club is starting a 12-week intermediate ballroom dance workshop from 7 p.m. to 9 p.m. Thursdays.

The fee for the course is $20. Club membership, which is $7.50, is required. The workshop will be held at Ford Hall, Queen Anne Bridge and Wayson roads in Davidsonville.

Information or registration: (301) 369-0013.

Pub Date: 12/30/96

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