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Boys Day Out

My daughter is gone on a trip with the band and since it was the boys first year he didn’t go.

We had a boys day out today. We went to get our haircuts, did some shopping, hit up Walmart and Lowes, grabbed some lunch, and took a friend along.

My daughters prized possession and favorite fella in the world, Pengu, her stuffed penguin, who she’s had since she was two.

This may have aggravated her, but I hope she knows we were thinking of her and trying to make her laugh.

We had a good day. A great day.

Then we came back home and helped mom around the house and got clothes done, cooked dinner, and then settled down to a game of CoD.

We made that Legendary status we were after tonight. He was so proud.

It has been a long day, especially for a stuffed penguin.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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Everywhere I Don’t Want To Be

When we got up this morning she had taken sick. Fever, aching, and chills. Our youngest hasn’t been feeling well and we decided both of them should stay home. The wife had no choice; a fever puts her out of work during regular times with her being in home health. She went for a Covid/Flu/RSV test today. One that has to be sent off and isn’t coming back for seventy-two hours.

She’s feeling much better right now. Still achy, but the fever is lower, possibly gone. She has an appetite. She’s not experiencing loss of taste or smell. She has been prescribed medicine.

We are nervous but hopeful.


I didn’t want to be at work today. I took solace in the fact that my son was home with my wife.

If there is one thing that kid loves more than video games, it’s his momma. He took care of her. I asked him to watch over her today. He had the house.

And it turns out that he checked on her so much he aggravated her. 😏


Love will do so many things to you. It will make you happy, sad, mad, and glad. It will take you to your highest and lowest points at times.

It can make you feel absolutely helpless. Our love for our children has taken us to our lowest points at times together. One moment in particular when he was still a baby.

Today I had to go through a low point alone.

But in your lowest of places, you realize things.

There’s loving someone, and then there’s being in love with someone. There’s a difference.

And that difference is that you’d do anything, trade anything for them, up to and including your own life.

If someone were to take her or hurt her, you would never hear of them again. I would obliterate not only their body and spirit but their history. They would never exist.

I would tear the world open to get to her.

But today, I was helpless when she told me her doctor was leaning towards Covid.

She has been vaccinated. It’s a requirement for her job. She made that decision with my input. She loves her career. She’s one of the few people I know who decided early in life (six years old) what they wanted to do because of an experience, and here she is, a physical therapy assistant.

She didn’t want to take the vaccine because of other medical concerns. But in the end, she did.

And now I’m helpless. Feeling like that was a bad decision.

Another part of our decision was that I wasn’t taking the vaccine. I’m basically just a healthy person. Nothing keeps me down long.

And if the worst happened due to being vaccinated or unvaccinated with all the questions surrounding both states, the kids would have one of us.


Yep, love will put you in strange places.

Sometimes it’s in the middle of a Walmart while you’re working, and you break down a bit.

And since you’re on your knees and your head is down anyway, you pray.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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Adjustment

I am working tomorrow by choice and if I complain I want to be called out.

I need to have some work done on the wife’s car that I, shamefully, can’t do.

So I’m working tomorrow and taking the day off Monday. If the problem is resolved quickly enough, I’m then going to make a day of it and get new tires on the car.

And then, if there’s still a reasonable amount of time left in the day, I’m going on into work because that’s what we do.


I was catching memories on the iPad, and this pic popped up. It’s from this year on our anniversary weekend. We go. We eat. We hike. We spend time together without the kids. Once a year.

I like this one. I say that, and you think I’m talking about the picture. I do like the picture.

But…

I like this one. I think I’ll keep her.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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Test Stores

We are starting a new and exciting chapter for our company, working with another nationwide chain to help organize and stock stores. They are shorthanded and need the help.

I have been by myself in a cooler for the majority of the last eight hours. It’s cold, and I’ve been through about 125 cases of drinks.

And that’s cool. We are here for support. This is one of those ten million jobs no one wants, I guess.

The first days on a project are usually the absolute worse. You can only look ahead.


Today absolutely wrecked my arm. I’ve been going to PT because of it and other discomforts. That arm is the one I hurt six years ago at work. It’s also the hand that I nearly cut the thumb off of at work.

I’m beginning to see the problem here.

It’s work.

Some people go for the gin; I go for the TENS.

I have a couple of TENS units. They’re great for helping to get the soreness out for a while.

Something else that helps both arm and back is a good massage.

She’s getting out of the shower and headed my for just that.

I’m gone.

That’s it. That the post.

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Allons-y

Starting off today’s adventures with a good breakfast at The Mountaineer Restaurant.

And here’s the plan…

Cade’s Cove. She won’t let me escape that. (I secretly enjoy it.)

Look Rock.

Sevierville and Pigeon Forge.

Clingman’s Dome.

“Make the plan. Execute the plan. Expect the plan to go off the rails. Throw away the plan.”

L. Snart
Not a bad view for breakfast.

This did not go as planned.

Cade’s Cove was great. We saw three bears! A full-grown one and two cubs. Along with the various other wildlife we usually run across. Always a good time, especially when she gets so excited.


Look Rock started out odd and we got lost a bit.

We ended up walking on a closed road due to a bad Google review. Apparently they didn’t know where they were in relation to the actual observation platform.

If you know how to read and don’t drive on by the signs, you’re okay. We do know how to read and passed right by this one.

It’s a neat little hike, paved the whole way although it’s got some steep incline throughout. We ain’t in the best of shape so some heavy breathing happened. Not the good kind.

Worth going to at least once. For us anyway.


Pigeon Forge was kind of a bust but we continued on to Sevierville and the Great Smoky Mountain Knife Works.

It’s the world largest knife store and my kind of place.

The 23rd wedding anniversary gift is a silver plate by tradition. We got each other knives and the blades are silver in color. We will take it.


Clingman’s Dome didn’t happen today. We opted for taking the other way home and seeing more of the state. Then dinner at a favorite restaurant.

Today was a good day.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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The Return

We always post a pic of Mags and the kids at the top of the tower and I think I forgot this year.

In a week and a half, Mags and I will be back in the mountains for our (πšžπšœπšžπšŠπš•πš•πš’ πšŠπš—πš—πšžπšŠπš•) anniversary trip.

We’ll get a few small hikes in and see some new spots. These new spots will be a scouting expedition of sorts for new places to take the kids next time. If it wows us, they might enjoy it.

It’s always fun to be alone with her in the mountains. We aren’t rushed. We can enjoy the time and each other.

I didn’t have much to write tonight, and this is what came out.

Tomorrow starts the new week. Here’s hoping it’s easier than the last one was.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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Band Stuff

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πšƒπš‘πšŽ π™΄πš•πšπšŽπšœπš

πšƒπš‘πš’πšœ πš πš’πš•πš• πš‹πšŽ πš‘πš’πšœ πšπš’πš›πšœπš πš’πšŽπšŠπš›, πšŽπš—πšπšŽπš›πš’πš—πš πšπš‘πšŽ πšœπš’πš‘πšπš‘ πšπš›πšŠπšπšŽ.

πšƒπš‘πšŽ π™»πš’πšπšπš•πšŽπšœπš

π™Έπš πš–πšŠπš”πšŽπšœ πš‘πš’πš– πšπš‘πšŽ π™»πš’πšπšπš•πšŽπšœπš π™Ίπš—πš’πšπš‘πš. π™°πš—πš πš–πšŠπš’πš‹πšŽ πšπš‘πšŽ πš’πš˜πšžπš—πšπšŽπšœπš πšŽπšŸπšŽπš› πš’πš—πšŸπš’πšπšŽπš πš’πš—. π™ΌπšŠπš’πš‹πšŽ.

π™Έβ€™πš– πšŸπšŽπš›πš’ πš™πš›πš˜πšžπš 𝚘𝚏 πšπš‘πšŽπš– πš‹πš˜πšπš‘.


π™°πš—πš πš—πš˜πš  πšπš‘πšŽ πš‹πšŠπš πš—πšŽπš πšœ. πšƒπš‘πšŽπš’β€™πš›πšŽ πšπš˜πš’πš—πš 𝚝𝚘 πšπš›πšŠπš πš–πšŽ, πš”πš’πšŒπš”πš’πš—πš πšŠπš—πš πšœπšŒπš›πšŽπšŠπš–πš’πš—πš, πš πš’πšπš‘ πšπš‘πšŽπš–.

π™Έβ€™πšŸπšŽ πš‹πšŽπšŽπš— πšπš‘πšŽ πšžπš—πš˜πšπšπš’πšŒπš’πšŠπš• πš™πš‘πš˜πšπš˜πšπš›πšŠπš™πš‘πšŽπš› πšπš˜πš› 𝚊 πš‹πš’πš. 𝙸 πšŸπš’πšπšŽπš˜ πšŒπš˜πš–πš™πšŽπšπš’πšπš’πš˜πš—πšœ. π™Έπšβ€™πšœ πš–πš’ πš‘πš˜πš‹πš‹πš’, πšπš‘πšŽ πšŸπš’πšπšŽπš˜ πšŠπš—πš πš™πš‘πš˜πšπš˜πšπš›πšŠπš™πš‘πš’ πš™πšŠπš›πš. π™·πšŽπš›πšŽ πš’ πš‘πšŠπšŸπšŽ πšŒπšŠπš™πšπš’πšŸπšŽ πšœπšžπš‹πš“πšŽπšŒπšπšœ. πšƒπš‘πš’πšœ πš’πšŽπšŠπš› π™Έβ€™πš– πšπš˜πš’πš—πš 𝚝𝚘 πšŸπš˜πš•πšžπš—πšπšŽπšŽπš› πšπš˜πš› πš™πš’πš πšŒπš›πšŽπš  πšŠπš—πš πšπšŠπš”πšŽ 𝚊 πš–πš˜πš›πšŽ πšŠπšŒπšπš’πšŸπšŽ πš™πšŠπš›πš πš’πš— πšπš‘πšŽ πš‹πšŠπš—πš. π™°πš•πš• πš’πš—.

πšƒπš‘πšŽ πš πš’πšπšŽ πš’πšœ 𝚊 πš‹πšŠπš—πš πšπšŽπšŽπš” πšŠπš—πš’πš πšŠπš’. π™΄πš—πš˜πšžπšπš‘ πšœπšŠπš’πš.

H͟e͟r͟e͟ w͟e͟ β€ŠΝŸgo͟.

πšƒπš‘πšŠπšβ€™πšœ πš’πš. πšƒπš‘πšŠπšβ€™πšœ πšπš‘πšŽ πš™πš˜πšœπš.

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