Oprah was his guest last night as he begins celebrating 50 years in broadcasting. I was putting kids to bed, watering houseplants and cleaning my room, half listening to half the show, but enough of it so that I heard two statement that I've since been pondering.
She asked him, "Have you ever been intimidated by anyone you interviewed."
Not even thinking, matter of factly replying, "No," left me in admiration for his tenacity, his skills and an appreciation by me of all I've learned by listening to him over the past several years.
He asked her, "On a scale of 1-10, rate your happiness level."
"15," she responded.
I really like that and it isn't about her wealth either, it's about her zest for challenges and knowledge; her many life experiences and the ability to help others.
That's so impressive to me.
Overall I'd rate my own happiness nearly as high, certainly the challenges are there, I doubt that my frustration factor is much higher than anyone else. This blog could be my forum for complaining about Paloma having a rage last night, breaking a window, and making me miss Vanessa's game or trying to get to an early morning SST meeting tomorrow when Yolie needs me, but everyone has scheduling conflicts each day, our logistics are just multiplied, but so are the rewards and the benefits such as the amount of darling grandbabies.
There's no glamour in my life obviously, but that's not a need of mine.
Martin had an 8 a.m. orthodontist appointment, so now I've gotta get hopping.
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