Well it's Saturday and I just woke up from a wonderful nap. I'm not sure why, but I've gotten into the habit of waking up at the (ab)normal time of 7 am on the weekends to feed the critters, getting some breakfast, checking my email and then taking a nap where I usually sleep longer than I did before I woke up. I have no clue, but I suppose if I can't convince my body to just sleep in on the weekends, this will have to do.
I had two interesting conversations in the last few days on similar topics. Now that I've slept, they have me thinking.
I was in a meeting on Wednesday morning, where once we'd taken care of business, the four of us began chatting about things that need to be done around our houses. One of the people I work with just bought a new house and may be qualified to start a lawn care consulting firm if he ever gets bored with computers. I now know way too much about how to pamper and care for a new lawn, starting from dirt. A second (D) commented on how his neighbor would love to have the first for a neighbor. It turns out that D would be quite content with grass that his children can play upon, rather than the perfect manicured lawn his neighbor obsesses over.
(I'm just trying to let my lawn grow and get green before I start mowing it. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.)
Once the lawn care seminar was over, D and I went back to my desk so that he could ask me some more specific questions about how to administer the data that was addressed in the meeting. This makes sense because I wrote the tool he'll be using for this task. D reflected that his family is the token white family in the neighborhood where they live. They live in a nice neighborhood of $250k + homes, where the families are well above the poverty line and are most likely composed of at least one successful professional and children. D expressed frustration that no matter how much effort he has put toward making friends with the people of his neighborhood, his family is kept at arms length and treated as questionable.
D's comments brought to mind the confusion I felt when I moved to Columbus and started college. I moved from a small midwestern town where we had about 3 African American families. While the population was primarily of Caucasian descent, there were also those of Asian, Middle-Eastern, Latino, Pacific Islander and African descent. If we had been required to meet certain percentages of people termed minorities, we would not have been able to comply for lack of people. What we did have was a common upbringing, where we were told from the beginning that regardless of skin color, everyone was equal. Billy was about 2 years ahead of me in school and he was the same as the other popular upperclassmen. He was on the football team, he hung out at Pizza Hut after the game on Friday night and he dated a cheerleader. The cheerleader was and still is Caucasian.
(Cover your eyes, shocking information to follow.)