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Inspiration and Pride

I didn’t have a usual Monday morning. No, I was ready to go today. Trying to keep my spirits up with an β€œthis what I do, this has to be done” attitude.

And then a little inspiration happened.

That is a customer receiving their online grocery pick up at Walmart in Cheraw, South Carolina.

That is not a regular associate helping her with her purchase. No, that is the store manager, Christina. She impresses me. Not only in her attitude but her willingness to do whatever needs to be done to make sure things run smoothly. Being short on help, she worked in OGP. She works the floor, and she works the parking lot as well. She could just sit in her office and tell other people to do things. You don’t see this much from a lot of managers anywhere.

She makes me proud. I do not mind being a part of her store.

I followed a customer out of the store today.

Not because they stole something or anything like that. That’s not my job. I followed a gentleman out because he looked like he was having trouble walking.

It could’ve been a back problem, but the way the wind was whipping at the bottom of his pant leg, it looked like he was a below-the-knee amputee. He was having trouble getting where he was going, though.

I watched from the sidewalk; I didn’t go out into the parking lot at first. But he did stumble a little bit, and it made me nervous. So I came off the sidewalk. And I followed him through the cars because apparently, he forgot where he parked.

I stayed just close enough to hope I could help if he did fall. But he made it to the car and got in okay, so I didn’t bother him. I walked back to the sidewalk.

I was finishing up my break, and he pulled by and looked at me and made eye contact. He nodded and smiled.

He knew I was with him, probably the whole time.

Why didn’t I go to him?

Pride. A man’s pride. It’s different for us than the ladies. It’s almost an indescribable thing. It’s not vanity. It’s not anything you can put a price on; it is priceless.

In a way, I would have hurt mine and his pride coming to his assistance. He had it. He made it happen. It was his force of will that got him where he was going.

I can’t interfere with that. But everybody needs somebody watching over them at times.

Some people think there are no new stories to tell. Maybe one of them will read this. There’s always a new story out there. Everyone is different, and their story adds a paragraph or a page every single day. Lifetimes can change in a few seconds.

That’s it. That’s the post.


Windstream Sucks

Maybe this will get through on what little Verizon signal I have here.

Windstream sucks.

Our β€œhigh-speed” β€œinternet” β€œserviceβ€œ is out. Yes all three of those belong inside their own quotation marks. When we call the company they keep hanging up on us.

I pay my bill I expect the service.

This has been an ongoing crapshow for years.

If you have ANY other choice but Windstrean I would advise you to make that choice.

That it. That’s the post.


A Saturday

We slept in.

After getting rolling with a nice cup of green tea I started working around the house a bit. The wife and kids slept really late this morning. She’s still nursing a headache and going back to school is taking it out of the kids.

We got the grocery list together and spent the afternoon together (me and the wife) doing the shopping. It’s nice to be alone for awhile. It’s a rarity nowadays. Becoming a thing more often now that the kids are older.

We watched Ghostbusters: Afterlife tonight as we are dinner as a family, something else that’s a rarity lately due to so much going on with school and work.

I believe this one to be equal to the original.

Laughs, adventure, hero moments and a heavy pull on the heartstrings.

I won’t spoil it for anyone.

That’s it. That’s the post.


That’s Not Like You

We are short on help, and that means sometimes corners get cut. I’m not too fond of that but sometimes it’s necessary.

This morning I was at my first store, and a manager asked me about the section we take care of and why it wasn’t priced. I started into the spiel about we don’t have enough time to do that; if they could get someone to price it, that would be great.

She looked disappointed and said, β€œThat’s not like you.”

I have a reputation in my stores for doing more than I have to. I do my job, and I do a little bit of somebody else’s too.

Part of my New Year’s resolution, I don’t make them, but this one’s going to stick, is that the job will be done. I will do the job correctly, and I will do it to the best of my ability.

I’ve really got to get back to basics.

I guess what it comes down to is that I got told about myself this morning.

And maybe that last feeling I have left got hurt by that.

Sometimes we lose our way and stray from the path.

But we find it again.

That’s it. That’s the post.



Went to work. 

Came home. 

Cooked supper. 

The wife hasn’t been feeling well this week. Suffering from a migraine. 

And that is fine. I don’t mind helping out and doing supper. I’m feeling pretty good. It’s my place. 

I’m disgusted by a comment from Senator Ted Cruz and I’m hoping that it was a clip of video taken out of context.

I don’t think that the folks who entered the Capitol were in the right in any way on January 6. I think it was foolish to do what they did. But I don’t think it was a β€œviolent terrorist attack”. I think we’re looking at another RINO if things aren’t proven otherwise.

He says in the video that Jan. 6, 2020 was β€œa violent terrorist attack” on the Capitol.

If it wasn’t taken out of context I’ve lost what little trust I had in the man.

But then you can’t trust any politician. 

That’s it. That’s the post. 


It’s Time

I used to blog over on another site called Searching The South, and today I was on Twitter and remembered I had an account for that blog, so I signed back in.

I miss doing what I used to love. Photography, exploring, history, and the weird.

I realized that the account was pleasingly missing one thing, politics.

It’s nice. I want to go back to where I started writing at. I want to explore. I want to find what’s lost.

I want to wander.

That’s it. That’s the post.


Day Three

I’ve started off my morning at 0530 listening to the wind howl outside. A cold front is moving through leading to strong winds and I do not like high wind.

A couple of years ago, a tornado went over the house, and it’s given me a little PTSD in that regard.

So I’m sitting here with G and listening to the wind. Praying we’re okay and hoping the roof stays intact.

This is the early morning part of the blog. I need to get to work, but I’m not driving in the dark in these conditions. Better safe than sorry.

And the wind calmed down and the clouds burned away, and then…winter came.

I mean it got cold, quick.

I’m thinking spaghetti tonight so she won’t have to cook. Me and the kids can.

Yeah. Spaghetti it is.

I’m trying to show the kids what we can get done when we work together.

This afternoon when we got home I put everyone to their tasks. Sam on folding clothes and getting trash up. Logan on dishes and getting clothes out if the dryer while I browned hamburger meat and started another load of clothes.

And my plan would have worked too if it hadn’t been for that…kid.

Attitude is everything, and this afternoon, Sam had a bad one.

We still got a lot done in under forty minutes, but we could have been done sooner and on about our day. He’ll learn how to control that temper. Hopefully.

We got everything done so quickly I was able to get a lot of other stuff done today before supper. Usually I’ll spend my nights catching up. Tonight I’m just enjoying the evening.

That’s it. That’s the post.


Time To Go

Tomorrow begins a new year at work. I’ve had to rush through so much being by myself with occasional help (no slight to the boss, he has been excellent.)

I think it’s time to slow down. It’s going to require me to work a few more hours but doing these jobs we’re being paid to do, it isn’t right to rush and possibly short any customer.

So, time to downshift. Pump the brakes. Do the job because that’s what I’m paid for.


Off to church this morning, and afterward, we did our shopping and errands and went and got haircuts. We came back home to chores that we’re left sitting on New Years Day.

The tree had to come down, and Mags and Sam took care of that. She’s going easy on me due to my back.

Fans of boxes but not big empty moving ones for Christmas trees.

While all that is happening and the clothes are drying with the kids done with their part of the chores, our Sunday afternoon is resting and watching a little something.

Today’s choice was The Replacements with Keanu Reeves and Gene Hackman. Excellent football movie! While I’m not a sports fan in the least, I love football moviesβ€”especially comedies. This is where I get those little bits if football knowledge that shock and impress the wife every once in a while.

This one has a little bit if everything. Laughs, drama, sports stuff. It checks a lot of boxes for both of us, and it’s an excellent way to spend a couple of hours.

Pain heals. Chicks dig scars. Glory… lasts forever.

S. Falco

Off to bed soon and so…

That’s it. That’s the post.


New Years Day

Life is what you make it, and every year we get to start over.

I’m sitting in my chair at the house after a bit of adventure in our county, well, not so much an adventure, but an annoyance. We have recycling centers, and it’s hard to tell when they’ll be open around the holidays. Today the schedule showed open; the one near here wasn’t scheduled to be open, and that’s fine. The next closest one was showing open and wasn’t. I’d like to see some consistency in how our county faithfully displays its schedules. And I do; they consistently don’t do their job.

Thanks to the kindness and grace of a friend at one of our local stores I was able to get rid of my trash so that’s fine. I’m thankful for that.

But I’m already starting the year with a mark against our local government, and that’s not good.

I don’t expect them to do any better at anything else the rest of the year.

I’m at a point in lifeβ€”one where I have lost faith in most of the things and people around me.

My central faith is fine and intact with God.

My faith in my wife is fine and unchanged.

I’ve lost my faith in people, the people who run things, the people who think they’re in charge. The people around me that don’t do their jobs. The one’s that don’t care.

This isn’t a new year, new me thing.

I remain the same. I learn something new every day. But it’s time to move on from some things and people.

I think my main resolution this year is to read a book a week. I don’t make resolutions, but that’s a decent and attainable one. If you don’t have time to read you don’t have time to write.

I’m starting with one that’s a bit out there. It’s titled Moon Man by Bart Sibrel. I found out about it when listening to The Confessionals podcast episode 403.

It was a great interview and very interesting if you’re into this sort of thing. I most definitely am.

And I need to stick to reading the Bible everyday. There’s more knowledge there than I can ever soak up before I’m done. The one book I’ll never finish.

Although me writing this seems a bit down to start the year off, but I’m just making decisions. It’s the way my mind works, and if I don’t let it out, it will come out in an utterly nonproductive way.

And I don’t want that to happen.

I’m going to wrap this up for the evening.

That’s it. That’s the post.


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