I know what you’re thinking: Do I really need/want to watch another video of a cute kid dancing to an 80s song? I’m here to tell you that yes, you do. Check out the moves on this dude at a baseball game recently, dancing to the Michael Jackson hit “Thriller.” (By the way, when I was a kid, this is what I thought I looked like. In reality, I normally looked like I was having a grand mal seizure while dancing.)
**Last week I wrote a post paying tribute to the woman in Iowa who died after a lifetime spent making butter cow statues of famous people. I said something like “You have to appreciate the excellence of her craft,” and maybe it was partly a joke, but I was also partly serious.
I think about excellence a lot, about how even though we all complain about the crappy driver in the next lane, or the plumber who screwed us. there’s so much excellence around us every day.
I thought about it Friday, when after a week of waiting my couch was delivered to my new apartment in NY (finally, something ot sit on besides a bridge chair! Whoo-hoo!). The two movers came in, sized up the apartment in about 30 seconds, then took the couch down the steps, into the apartment, and had the whole thing put back together in less than 10 minutes.
They screwed the legs on, positioned it properly, had the cushions all set up, the whole deal. Not one wasted motion or false step.
So what, you might say. It’s their job. And I know it’s their job, but they were professional and did it exactly right.
And I think we take that for granted too much in our society.
Excellence should always be recognized. Especially when it means I’ve got a comfy place to watch my “West Wing” DVDs until my cable/Internet finally gets connected next Wednesday.