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Personal Views

dscn1428x420Some people in my city of Windsor, Ontario www.citywindsor.ca are high on promoting our community/region as the perfect place for seniors to retire.  Essex County is known as the Banana Belt, being the southernmost point in Canada.  Actually at Point Pelee we are on the same parallel as Rome, Italy and Northern California.  That’s pretty impressive.

I recently attended a presentation by Mr. Lynne Adams of the new Senior Advisory Council in Windsor. Many seniors have concerns about crossing busy streets.   Lynne mentioned that some busy intersections have lights timed in a way that does not permit sufficient time for unhurried crossing.  When a light turns green a pedestrian should first check traffic, then look down to ensure safe footing before starting to walk.   Feeling rushed makes some seniors, as well as people with disabilities, feel nervous and unsafe.

Another observation I made while in Florida in January was the courtesy I was consistently shown by drivers,  driving in traffic, and while I was a pedestrian.  I think I noticed it because of the sharp contrast to how people drive in my hometown of Windsor where drivers rush to beat other cars and pedestrian through an intersection or crosswalk with an ‘it’s all about me’ attitude.

One way to attract seniors to our community, as well as enhancing the lives of those presently living here, would be for the city residents to focus on, and be known for, courteous drivers.

While in New Brunswick a few years ago, my friend and I were standing on the sidewalk near the curb.  We were debating where to go next.  When I looked up I saw that traffic in both directions had stopped.  I looked at my friend with the question on my face and immediately spoken through my lips – wondering why the traffic had come to a sudden standstill.  She laughed and said “That’s what they do here.  They see us at the curb and are stopping to allow us to cross.”  And that was without us showing any obvious intention to cross.  Based on my life experience this was so extreme that I had to take notice.

Awareness is the key. When I returned to Windsor from my vacation I found myself allowing pedestrians the right of way in a way that is not always my norm.  As odd as it may seem, this makes ME feel better about myself.  I know I can do better, so I am concentrating on how courteous I can be, like in the adage, “Do unto others”.

Courtesy extended to a visitor is like saying “We appreciate you being here.  We would be happy for you to like us enough to come back”.

I am thinking that we can do that here, wondering what it would be like if our citizens got on the bandwagon and took this on, as a way of improving how others view us, changing how we do things, making us proud.

And it doesn’t cost a dime.

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The simpler math of tipping

by lulujane on February 28, 2009

dscn2290Many in the service industry depend on tips to supplement their income.  At the Sandbar Restaurant on Anna Maria Island, Florida www.sandbar-restaurant.com our receipt  included information which presented the calculation of three percentage choices (15%, 17.5% and 20%) “for your convenience” to assist the customer in calculating their tip. It made figuring out my bill so much easier. In previous years our Ontario PST and GST combined to add 15% in taxes onto bills, so many people here just added the taxes to figure out a 15% tip if that was their level of tipping.

Although this receipt information may be utilized by merchants in my local community, I haven’t seen it yet.  The way I see it, it not only benefited me in helping me to calculate my tip, but also the serving staff who would receive it.

Bravo to Sandbar Restaurant.

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Attitude is everything

by lulujane on February 28, 2009

dscn2071-420I just got off the phone from talking with my friend Bonnie.  Even this early in the morning she is cheery and bubbly. We shared what our day will look like, with a positive outlook of course.  I am grateful that I see my life through a clear filter, not muddied or dusty with residue or interference.  How my day will go will depend on how I choose to see it.  It is all up to me.

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Getting ‘another chance’

by lulujane on December 27, 2008

001xHow many of us would recognize when we are given another chance?

While on a mild morning slushy, puddly walk with my sister Joyce, dodging accumulated ice and snow where homeowners didn’t have the energy or the means to shovel, I walked past a small piece of paper sticking up from a snowbank. Breaking my stride I quickly reversed direction and picked it up.  It was a 649 lottery ticket purchased on December 17th.

This might be a chance, or it might turn out to be just another piece of useless paper.  I like to consider the possibility and opportunity to consider the metaphor.

Lucky me! I have been given a chance.

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Accepting invitations

by lulujane on December 21, 2008

chads-cd-release-dec-08-84201How many times do we turn down invitations to do something outside what is normal for us?  The invitation is offered, we think for a short moment, shake our head and simply say ‘no’…  I am thinking it really limits our life experience when we shut out what might not ’speak to us’  for the simple reason that we aren’t open to trying new things.  My friend Gail often laughs at me when I say that something doesn’t ’speak to ME’.

My youngest son, Tom, coaxes me out – to explore, experience new things and new people.  He is a supporter, person of great encouragement, not only to me, but to family, friends, planners, dreamers, organizers, people of vision, people of action, musicians, writers, visual artists, etc.  Through his invitation to me, I meet with him and a group of this demographic once a week.  I hear ideas, plans, projects.  One of this group’s members is Chad Howson. Chad is lead singer, musician, song writer of a band called Another Saturday Knight.  Their Chad-designed logo is ASK.

Yesterday, Another Saturday Knight had a CD release party – two really;  an all ages one at Dr. Disc on Ouellette Avenue in Windsor, Ontario and an evening show at Phog Lounge www.phoglounge.com on University Avenue in the same city. http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=163453200

Project Thunderwind – Members of our Thursday meeting group are encouraged to invite others to echads-cd-release-dec-08-4xbwx420vents and activities outside their norm.  So, to this CD release party, I invited my 14 year old granddaughter Krista.  Tom brought his brother-in-law Trevor.  In addition to supporting people in the arts and music, he is big on supporting people who are also supporting these things.  Hence, my invitation to Krista to Dr. Disc.   Dr. Disc is an independent music store whose owner/operator is one of these people.  Tom has often praised Liam http://www.drdiscrecords.com to me and even though I only had a quick introduction and a warm handshake, I understood.

I took early retirement from my full time job in June of this year (soon to be last year) and it is with gratitude and joy that I sit in the circle with these young people with passion and talent.  Chad, being one of these people, is what made me want to attend the CD release party.  This was also an opportunity for me to check out this independent music venue.  Likely typical for someone of my age, encouraged by Tom to browse while listening to Another Saturday Knight, I ended up buying CD’s by Enya, Josh Groban, Sarah McLachlan and, believe it or not, Marty Robbins.  We even threw one in for Krista – her choice – for a grand total purchase of around $48.  I will be back.

And so, invited and encouraged, I have learned, I have been open to adventure, and I have grown.

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Shift in Perception

by lulujane on December 19, 2008

It is said that the miracle is in our shift in perception.

I remember my early days of active photography.  I thought my photographs were incredibly wonderful.  When I look at these now I am embarrassed that I excitedly touted them around showing them to friends and family.  I am grateful that they didn’t burst my balloon and  I am glad that I perceived them that way initially because that is what kept me at it and moved me forward.

My vision, the way I see the world, often the way I choose to see the world, is my perception of it.  As I tiptoe through the tulips so to speak, I silently ask to be shown the beauty.  And I do find it.  I believe it is the same in the people we meet.  By opening my heart and asking to see it, it is revealed to me.  This makes me a softer, gentler, more accepting person.

As human beings, when we make judgments about others, it doesn’t say so much about them as it does about us.  If we choose to hold a negative opinion or a grudge and seize it tightly so that no one an wrench it from us, it holds us back. It keeps us stuck.  Holding firmly to the belief that we are superior or right and the other person is wrong leaves no room for negotiation. No space to breathe.  No way to escape. We become imprisoned.

I  had the personal experience of praying for a solution to an uncomfortable working relationship.  And then one day, totally out of the blue I had peace around it.  Where once I saw him as a jerk, and names worse that I won’t write here, I began to see the other person as a good man and became his friend.

Oddly enough, after I stopped fixating on what an awful person I believed him to be, I also learned to detach from outcome of the things in my job that I felt I had to control.  I see this as a big life lesson and appreciate the connection I had with him because ‘I got it’. My willingness to want peace around my daily interactions with this gentleman surprisingly gave me the gift of letting go of my need to control.

It is said that the miracle is in our shift of perception.

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I learned two new things today

by lulujane on August 1, 2008


A beautiful day for a bike ride, leaving early before the heat of the day makes me doubt if this is a wise thing to do. I tucked some cash into my back pack just in case I might hit a good yard sale or need to make a phone call.

Four or five miles into my ride as I approached an area near the Windsor Yacht Club I was surprised when the chain fell off my relatively new bike. My first thought was a lazy one – to give up and call Joyce & Len (sister and brother-in-law) to come and get me. Second thought was to walk the bike back to Lauzon Road, a distance of about a mile, where there is a bicycle shop.

Nice summer day. Warm. Who wants to wear socks and running shoes? Not me. Flip flop sandals are much more easy breezy, cool. Unless you have to walk a good distance in them. Notice I said “have to”as opposed to “want to”. On this lovely first day of August day, I had no choice.

I observed as the bike man quickly put the chain back on track. Your fee? “Nothing”. He accepted my $5.00 handoff and gratitude. I had a fleeting thought that I should drive straight home and quickly rebounded to my original plan of taking a fairly good distance ride to visit my friend Gail in Tecumseh. Never give up.

As I recounted my tale to Gail she offered a pair of latex gloves to protect my hands from grease, just in case it happened again. And almost like the glove theory was being tested, on my way home I lost it again – the grip of the chain on the sprocket that is. I propped up the bike stand and went to work. I was tentative, not confident that I could pull this off, but gratefully it went on with relative ease. As I knelt at the bike under a shady tree along busy Lauzon Parkway I noticed a vehicle pass me, pull over to the curb lane and pause. As the repair had been completed, I slowly approached the vehicle to give my thanks and received some advice. Next time use a stick to put the chain back on so I don’t get my hands dirty – and have someone adjust the wheel to a more efficient position.

My adventure today taught me two things – how to fix a slipped chain on a bike, and when cycling always wear sensible shoes… just in case.

Some of the blessings of my day were the almost free bike repair guy, a considerate driver who stopped to help me, the gift of some latex gloves from a friend, and a Granny Smith apple in the middle of the road around the corner from Gail’s house, just when I needed a bit of shoring up. All it needed was a bit of shining up on the pantleg of my new Bermuda shorts.

I am posting a photo with this post – no comments please about headgear and bare feet. This was taken 5 minutes after I received the bike as a gift, touring around my driveway/parking lot.

Linda Iler

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The sound of your own name

by lulujane on July 22, 2008

It’s interesting how reading someone else’s material sometimes prompts things from my memory bank. Yesterday this happened to me, and it related to the sound of my given name to my ears.

For years I worked at a prestigious law firm where people addressed each other in a formal/impersonal way as Mr., Miss, or Mrs. After 15 years there, I went on a maternity leave, and following that I changed jobs – this time ending up in an office in an industrial setting.

The first time my boss called me “Linda”it struck a chord in me. The feeling of this moment left its stamp on me. More importantly I was aware of how it felt to be recognized as a ‘person’ – I remember how it felt. It felt more respectful than the depersonalized reference of Mrs. I still remember the event/awareness as significant.

As a busy wife and mother, obviously I needed this, and I am thinking that if I was so affected by it, likely there are others who would benefit from hearing the sound of their own name as well.

This has again reminded me how important the sound of each man/woman’s name is to their ear(s).

Linda Iler

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