It doesn’t take long to stop and enjoy what you happen to enjoy in life. It’s really only stopping for five minutes and taking in what’s around you. I don’t take my camera out of the bag enough; I’m guilty of looking straight down the road and only focusing on the destination as of late when I should be taking time to enjoy the journey.
There’s so much to see and I forget sometimes that I have to work for a living; I am a husband and father, and those come first. And I like my job and love my family.
But what I do, not best and not what I enjoy most, what’s at my core and gives me peace and alone time is this:
Just wandering and exploring and watching the revival of this and destruction of that. I’m an observer; I keep the record so that others might see what we were and what we are to become.
This came up in my memories on Facebook today. It was an interesting conversation that blew my mind. I don’t think like that. My son will never. Neither will my daughter.
This post may seem outdated with all that’s going on, but it is what popped up today, and this is what I’m writing about tonight.
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Teach your children well.
I’m in a local group on Facebook (yeah yeah, I don’t care), and a conversation started that could have turned into argument. The lady I was going back and forth with is thirty-five; I’m fifty-three. This was a whole “urge men to not commit sexual assault” thing.
She stated that men should be told not to assault women sexually.
I responded that no one should ever have to have that conversation with anyone. Really. What world are we living in?
I’ve removed her name from my response after I asked (politely) her age.
I’m 53. I think not by much, but a slight generational gap of seventeen years has done a number on the male/female back and forth.
Seriously, no one should ever have that conversation with anyone. Or have to rather.
I have never treated any female any way she has not invited me to.
I think a large part of this, and it sounds like an excuse so whatever, is that a lot of males really don’t have a man to teach them how to be a man through action and not word.
My father never acted like that, so I knew it without it being spoken.
We are built to protect, treasure, and adore y’all. And a lot of us are ugly and rough.
And I have to say, and this might set you off, y’all are built pretty and softer to complement what we absolutely lack, the beauty in this world.
Now a younger generation not shown how to act and taught that it’s okay to just do what they want (talking about males edit to add: females as well in 2021) don’t have the emotional and mental training (discipline) to differentiate the signals in their minds.
Is that way over complicated? Probably. But that’s where I’m at and how I’m wired. ———— Action and not word.
I know I’m preaching to the choir with the men I surround myself with both online and in real life.
I met the boss and his boss this morning to check out a couple of locations we will be doing a test program with. Everything went well, and out of the two locations, I think I got the better one.
The people are friendly, the work is simple, and it’s just running support. The following five weeks should be different, at least. My work life in retail rarely changes.
After that, I went to lunch with the bosses and talked for a while. Me and Derick have worked together a good bit over the past year. I’ve written about him before. Today was my first time meeting Martin face to face. The whole time I’ve worked for this company, I’ve never met the regional manager for my region. Nice fellow. Genuinely likable.
I can work for him.
This afternoon I came home and kicked back awhile and watched Freaky.
For me this was pretty entertaining. I kind of like horror films and I love comedy. I really enjoy Vince Vaughn. There were scenes in this movie I don’t think anyone else could have pulled off properly.
This was on HBOMax. I’d seen the DVD at work, and since it was there and I had the time, why not?
I spent the last part of the evening with the band at the school, getting a few videos and pics.
For the first week of band camp and with so many new members, their sound is excellent. Their movement in marching looks excellent as well. I’m not as picky as the band director. 😉
I know; it’s his job to be picky. That bronze and silver state medal aren’t hanging there waiting for the gold to join them because he’s easy on them.
I want him to know that they wouldn’t be the band they are without him. He’s the reason there’s a marching band program.
I’m partial to the the mellophone and percussion sections this year. One child in each.
It has been a long week for all four of us. Eight-hour workdays all around. It’s a good thing for all of us but hard on Sam. He has never had to put in this kind of effort for something like marching band. But he’s enjoying it.
Logan is in her zone. I love seeing her this passionate over something. It’s her thing.
It has been a lazy kinda Saturday at our house. We all slept in.
I caught Wrath of Man with Jason Statham this morning while sitting with Fibble. I also had my coffee and an ice pack. Still trying to work a shoulder problem out that developed this week.
Me and the boy took off for shopping and haircuts. I can’t stand being ratty. It makes me feel better at work going in neat and tucked away.
Band camp starts this week for both the kids. This will be Sam’s first time going and Logan’s fourth. Both kids are in the high school marching band. Sam is going to be one of the youngest ever in the marching band. We’re proud of both of them.
If you haven’t caught Gunpowder Milkshake on Netflix and love a good action, shoot ‘em up,then do watch it. Excellent little flick.
The wife and I watched it this afternoon because of a recommendation from a friend. Turns out he hadn’t watched it and this is Shameless all over again. He’ll get that even if you don’t. If he ever reads this.