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Tell Me Something Great About Your Day

A friend got some great news today in a couple of things and I cannot be happier for her. Truly.

Sometimes you humble people without knowing you have.

A snippet of the conversation. I hope she doesn’t mind.

Typical β€œblah work blah I have it so bad” response. But she made me think immediately. My daily life is usually where I get stuff for this blog from so (deep breath)…

I’m alive. I’m breathing.

I’m working and providing for my family.

I have a great, loving wife who I could not do what I do without. Someone I cannot do without.

I’ve got two great kids. They make great grades. They’re decent, compassionate people. They got all of their mothers good qualities and the few good qualities I have to give.

I live free in a great country and I can appreciate this because I’ve lived for short times in countries that aren’t free and not that great.

I have friends that I can call on who will actually come to help.

I have some friends that will actually come and stand back to back with me and physically fight any who come against me.

I am blessed beyond measure.

And I don’t appreciate that enough.

The few small troubles I do have are nothing compared to the life I have.

And that’s what’s great about my day.

All day. Every day.

Thanks, C. I need to be reminded sometimes.

That’s it. That’s the post.


Pure Friendship

Geisel is the old man of the house but has been friends with Sam since we brought him home. He doesn’t like people getting in his face but will bump noses with Sam. He actually loves the boy.

That’s it. That’s the post.


Christmas Eve 2020

We spent the evening with mom and dad. Just like every year. We see them every day so no worries over Covid (since that’s the first thing to come to peoples minds). We see a lot of people every day.

We had dinner and exchanged gifts and then sat,without phones, and talked for a couple of hours. And that’s what we used to do. It’s just proper sitting there with no real distractions except the kids acting goofy.

It’s nice.

Our neighbor, let’s call her Ms. Betty (because that’s her name) lost her husband this year.

Mom and Dad always watched over them and on holidays when we have big meals we always took them a plate. And that tradition continues. The wife and I took the food down this time.

She’s alone now, of course, and the we stayed and chatted with her a bit before going back to mom and dads. But I can feel her loneliness.

It’s so very sad.

I wrote that last bit because it makes me appreciate what I have. The wife, kids, mom and dad. My work, the friends I have at work and the customers I see every week.

They are all a part of my life and it makes it full.

Appreciate what you have. And if you don’t have it, try to find it. Family is everything. No matter how bad it gets sometimes.

Good friends, your tribe, your gang! It doesn’t have to blood. Sometimes family isn’t.

Merry Christmas!

That’s it. That’s the post.


Knights To Nomads Part 10: The Gym

This weeks video is short. We are coming to the end of the old structure and it has taken a little over ten weeks for the demolition. I wonder if we will see a new building by the end of summer 2021?

It would be great for the students to return to The Castle at the beginning of a new school year.

Either way, when they do start the new building I’m going to be their filming it go up.

That’s it. That’s the post.


Work, Family, and DISAPPOINTMENT

I work for a company that contracts for a large chain. A large chain that makes big swooping changes that don’t take into account the lives that it changes. I found out today that one of those changes will affect me personally.

I’ve been with the company for nearly six years. We are encouraged to build relationships with the people we work around that are associates of the company we contract for. Now, I’m no extrovert, but, I do like to joke around and have fun while I work and a lot of these folks do bring out the good in me.

In building these relationships for work I have (let’s go Southern) “done messed around and made friends”.

I love these people.


Before this I worked in the pest control industry. One of the companies I worked for was Carolina Pest Management in Monroe, NC. It was operated and owned by the Dodd family and the head of the clan not only took care of us like we were family, we were family. He has since passed away. He was a good man, mentor, and friend.

While I worked there I was lucky enough to work under James Register. Jimmy was ex-military and so was I, so we kind of gravitated towards each other. He taught me a lot. Mostly he taught me that we are doing more than a service. We are selling ourselves. We build relationships. And we might mess around and make a friend or two.

In my time there, I was witness to many things in homes that we weren’t allowed to talk about. Kind of an unwritten confidentiality clause that Mr. Dodd insisted upon. We were invited into folks homes, we didn’t air their dirty laundry or secrets.

I was witness to divorces, people losing jobs, homes, families giving up. Death. A lot of bad.

I was also witness to births, new marriages, graduations, Christmas secrets, firsts for kids, and all the good things that happen to a family.

In all of this we became a small part of those families.


So here I am, a couple of decades later still making relationships. I work hard, I do what’s right, and I always finish the job to the very best of my ability. In making these relationships and working I find a hard truth presents itself.

I’m not just working for the money.

I’m doing my job because it affects these people around me. What I do matters in some small way because if what I do isn’t done then what goes on top of that in this house of cards (pretty shaky sometimes, lol. Sorry. Guess you have to be in retail) won’t balance just right. We are dependent upon one another.

It goes deeper than that.

I don’t want to disappoint the people I work with. Not, because I’m worried what the boss thinks. These people are my friends. It’s a ripple effect. If I don’t do mine and they don’t do theirs it affects so much more. Sales, raises, promotions, and on and on. Things that someone sitting in an office somewhere doing percentages might never really know the cause of.

We are dependent upon one another.

I see these folks at their best times and their worst times. And they see me at mine. We share a part of our lives with each other and support each other. When one of us is hurt we all hurt. When one of us has good news we all share in the joy.

In that, we are family.

Skunk, my friend, this part is just for you. I will miss you being around. I will definitely miss working with you whenever I was at your location. It ain’t right, but I know you’ll land on your feet wherever you go. More than a manager, you’re my friend. We will miss you, brother. God bless and keep you. (He ain’t dead, he’s just moving on. This part is for whoever is reading this. Dry your eyes.)

And this is why I write and post here every day. Sometimes if you don’t get the words out of your head that your heart is pushing you to, it will drive you crazy.

Work not because you boss is on your butt to get it done or for a paycheck. Work because the people around you are dependent upon you. We all work together and get things done.

Who knows? You might make a friend or two.


Knights To Nomads Part 5

The wife shared a post by Chad Dixon today and I’m glad someone else is interested in this like I am.

This is a part of our shared history, Knights. This will not return in the same form with the old spirit. No, the new Knights will have to build on a past that has lost its foundation. I would say pardon the pun but the foundation is all that’s left, really.

They’ll keep it going and so will I.

Thanks for reading and watching.


Good Day

So I have successfully completed another revolution around the sun today.

I went to work this morning, spent the afternoon with the kids, and tonight we had dinner and spent time together.

Cake and presents were the icing on the, er, cake.

And LOTS of well wishes from friends which were greatly appreciated.

Yep, today was a good day.

And I did something at least creative.


Trying To Find Peace (In A Hectic World)

This will be a very short post about a very short problem. I’m trying my best this week and (quite literally) thank God it’s Friday tomorrow. The passed couple of weeks have been rough. I’m feeling a bit dejected and I don’t know where it’s coming from.

Current Mood

Luckily, one of my friends (we’ll call him Pedro) has decided to try a different path in life and as way leads on to way he’s leading me and another friend down that path with him.

I met these two on the internet.

I have never met them in real life.

There were four of us

Yeah, there used to be another and he passed. That was a rough spot for those of us who were left. We remember him every year and mark his passing.

Those of us who are left have had our relationship, health, family problems, etc. But somehow it just makes us stronger. We discuss with each other what we can’t with other people in our lives sometimes. It goes to show that a man can be afraid and still be a man. Sometimes you gotta have backup. Both from your friends and from higher powers.

Here’s to the #Graybeards. I don’t think you truly know what y’all mean to me.



No, not the TV show. That ended some time ago, badly. But that’s an argument for another time.

No, I lost one of my favorite glasses last night. The ThinkGeek cobalt blue Geek glass. I had it for quite some time. I didn’t get mad. I said it was just a glass.

But, grrrrrrr.

This too shall pass, I suppose. ThinkGeek doesn’t sell them anymore. I haven’t found one online anywhere, yet. If you know of one out there anywhere, hook a brotha up.

The breakage happened while she was washing dishes. Accidents happen. Ah, well.

She isn’t allowed to touch my other favorite.

I procured this particular mug at The Irish Pub in Nurenberg, Germany. I have had this in my possession for 25+ years. It has a sentimental attachment for me. I’ve actually had a Guinness sitting in one of my very favorite places in the world from this beer mug. This was while I was a soldier there. I remember who was sitting with me. I remember the conversation. I can almost smell the pub and hear the music when I use this mug.

It’s very special.

Not that I lean into getting too attached to the material. Things disappear or get broken.

(She still can’t touch it.)