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Sam: Day Out Pt. 2

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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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Time

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I’ve had some time alone at home today. It’s been a while since this has happened. My nieces are here visiting mom and dad, so the kids are there with them.

I messed up skimming Facebook and ended up on the Green Goose Club page. Presently I’m a bit homesick.

I do. I really do. Well, I used to.

Right now, I’m listening to The Sisters of Mercy because a picture reminded me of dancing with some folks.

Time slips away.

I feel like an old man. I remember my time at the Goose like it was yesterday. I miss it. But that’s not my thing anymore.

Time changes you.

Early is on time, on time is late, and late is unacceptable!

Eric Jerome Dickey

I first heard this a couple of years ago, and it has stuck in my head. It’s an excellent saying. It speaks volumes.

I’m having a slight problem with a good employee thinking it doesn’t matter what time she comes in.

Once in a great while is okay. When you’re late three times in one week, and it’s only Wednesday, we have a problem.

(Now I’m listening to After The Fire Der Kommisar.)

We have early morning activities that we run in support of other companies. When we say we’re going to be there, we will be there.

This morning it was only that employee that needed to show up for a snack cake reset. Easy but early. And she was fifteen minutes late.

It might not sound like much, but vendors run multiple stores, and it’s just common professional courtesy. I don’t like being the reason other folks are put out.

It’s not just a poor reflection on her. I’m proud of my team, I talk them up to other people. I will brag about their work sometimes. When they don’t show up it’s a poor reflection on all of us and the company.

If my people are on the floor early, so am I. I didn’t have to be at that location today, but I still got up at 4:30 and went to my site early, twenty minutes away, just in case she needed me.

I can see when my people are onsite and saw that she wasn’t this morning. It bothers me when one of my team doesn’t do what they say they will.

Time is important.

Our anniversary is coming up soon. It’s only a month and some change, and we will have been married twenty-three years. We’ve been together since our first date twenty-six years ago.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,

And our hearts, though stout and brave,

Still, like muffled drums, are beating

Funeral marches to the grave.

Longfellow, Voices of the Night

The adventure of the first half of my life is now over half my lifetime ago. And that bit, while exciting, has been nothing compared to the last twenty-six years, two kids, a home, and several well-loved cats.

Time is fleeting.

And my time is up for the night.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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