Category Archives: Doing Life

Sam: Day Out Pt. 2

I guess this is an extension to what I write every day. It’s personal without being personal. I don’t know if that makes sense. This is my outlet. Just trying to catch any new followers up with what this is about.


Knowing I had to go pick up those packages yesterday, I did some prior proper planning and asked my don, Sam, if he wanted to ride with me several days before. Rock Hill means one thing to him, Joe’s Classic Video Games.

No guy’s day out is perfect without fire and smoke.

My son is an avid collector of video games. It’s his passion if a twelve-year-old can have a passion. He collects older consoles as well. His oldest one being a Nintendo Game Cube (that will probably make a few who read this feel old.) The Game Cube is ancient tech to him.

So we rode together yesterday and were gone half the day. It was great!

Wearing an Arby’s shirt, eating at Hardee’s, wishing he was at Chick-Fil-A.

When it’s just me and him we can just be guys. I’ve missed a lot of his school stuff this year. Awards, performances, Beta Club induction to name a few and this saddens me.

We talked about it a couple of nights ago, and he understands. But he shouldn’t have to. I should be there. Always.


One day he’ll be too big for my towel but not yet. Cold in the truck and it’s what I had. Always carry a towel. πŸ˜‰

Today is Sunday. We’ve rested and are preparing for another week.

Knives sharpened, nails trimmed (I consider them tools and weapons), and neat. Packed out the EDC bag. I probably carry too much but…

If you stay ready you don’t have to get ready.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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Storm Warnings

Here we go again.

We’re under a watch for another round if ice storms tomorrow. Today I met up with the biss to knock out one store after I’d worked my first.

Then I continued on to the next.

Each and every store today had one thing in common.

Fear.

I don’t know why you’d need five loaves of bread for a snow day, but okay. I know some are buying up bread because they except to resell it to others for profit. I think that’s worse than the fear. They are taking advantage of others’ fear.


I know a lot of us aren’t afraid. We’ve walked through the last two years of fifteen days just fineβ€”a little madder, a little wiser. We’ve most definitely had some of our misgivings proven to be true.

The disappointment we have in the people around us is unreal. I never thought I would be this disgusted with a large part of my countries population.

You know the ones, the ones that want to force you to do something you don’t want to do for the greater good. The ones who hide who they truly are, literally and figuratively.

Things seem to be swapping up, though.

We just have to keep pushing through.


Quando Omni Flunkus Moritati

That’s it. That’s the post.

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The Wall

Today and yesterday, I have hit that wall. You know the one where you don’t want to do it anymore, and you want to turn around and walk away?

You can’t find a door to go through. You can’t climb over it; it’s too high. There are no cracks to push through it. No way through it.

So you stop and think with your head against the wall getting ready to bang against it and feel the air move around you.

Moving around the wall.

Maybe a second wind?

And then you just walk around it.

That happened this afternoon about four.

It has been a long week.

It’s only Tuesday.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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