Mama and Aristotle

I have to give my mama credit; she had tons of good advice. Of course, I didn’t listen to a word she said. Now that I’m all grownup, at least physically, I understand how these little gems of every day life can get us through the big tough times. For one thing, she always said to make it a habit to do the little things right.

Aristotle said, “We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence is not an act, but a habit.” And you didn’t think I knew who Aristotle was. Well, it just so happens I do. He has that Greek restaurant on Main Street with the fabulous salads where my Tuesday Lunch and Book Club meets every other Wednesday.

Here’s one little gem I’m going to pass on to you. You don’t ever want to leave the house with dishes in the sink. Sure as you do, you’ll have an accident and a nice policeman, the one who is married to a cousin twice removed on your mama’s side, will have to carry you home. He’ll see that mess you left, and he won’t say a word to your face. But I can guarantee your mama will call within the hour and tell you she knows about how you’ve just let yourself go.

Next thing you know, you’ll hear about your cousins getting together for lunch down at Aristotle’s to plan an intervention.

It’s real easy to avoid all that talk going on behind your back. Hide those dirty dishes in the dishwasher. It’s that easy, and you don’t actually have to turn it on. That’s the beauty of having a nice modern kitchen.

I think I need to clarify something. When I said carry, I didn’t actually mean that nice policeman will physically carry you home. Down here, it just means to bring. Such as: I have to carry mama to her Thursday night bingo.

This is different from someone saying, “Ruby Jean just carried on and on about Linda Sue wearing white pumps before Easter. I thought it was kind of tacky, too, but it certainly was not worth throwing a hissy fit over.

I think we just have to consider the source here. Ruby Jean is probably the one who instigated that uncalled for intervention on my behalf about the dishes in the sink. She’s always been just a tad jealous of my sisters and me, and we have never said an unkind word about her. After all, she can’t do a thing about that cellulite. Bless her heart.

Hey, surely I’m not the only one who has cousins like that. Come on, tell all. Post it right here so we can commiserate.

I’m just sayin’…

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