Mom and Dad are getting older and have decided to sell their place in the mountains. This has been our vacation place for the past six years.
Logan takes things as they come. It hasn’t bothered her much, although I know in the back of her mind she’ll miss it.
Sam is a bit upset. This is what he has known since he was four. I explained to him that now we’ll widen our travel area. We’ll make it a bigger adventure. And that piqued his interest.
We will still be mountain folk though the beach isn’t for us.
The wife and I aren’t looking forward to the hotel bills. But we’ve already found a small place in the same town that we love (see the post about Route 19 Inn), so you know there are other places out there for us.
Me? I’m wondering where I’m going to get my coffee.
I don’t do coffee shops. You’ll never find me in a Starbucks. I don’t do McCafés or frappés.
Nope. I’ve been going to the same gas station getting my coffee for my #CoffeeByTheCreek posts for the last six years.
I’ve made friends with the old fella that runs the place. He remembers me year after year. “Hello, my friend. It has been two years almost since I saw you last!”
I’ll bet we talked thirty minutes last Friday. I’ll miss that.
Not the old magazine that rivaled MAD Magazine. No, I may have a cracked rib and that sucks.
I’ve been having a lot of muscle pain lately left side, and that happens with getting old, but I’m probably going to have it looked at just to be safe and ease the mind.
The human body is quite the machine when it’s running right.
And when it’s running less so it’s still amazing that one little thing out of whack can cause the whole of the thing to want to stop.
But I guess that’s a natural protection mechanism.
I want to warn y’all ahead of time that I may have a few words that some won’t like here soon.
I am really angry about what’s happening with our country right now. But I will try to keep it to a dull roar. I don’t have a huge readership. As a matter of fact I don’t think anyone reads this on the daily.
But, this is where I let off steam and get stuff out of my head.
If I offend, so be it. That’s not me being callous, it is what it is.
Well, my leg didn’t fall off. The pain subsided over night. I think this may be an incurable malady called…getting old.
I’m not ancient, but I’m not a teenager. I heal slower than I did in previous decades. Every day is a new pain, and I’m just going to have to adapt. I need to start stretching and exercising more. Keep loose. I think that would help greatly. We shall see.
iOS 14 is downloading to this device as I type this and I am fairly excited about the new design.
Widgets on the home screen and I can make it more my own.
Yes, Android has always done this and it’s (was) one of my biggest pet peeves about Apple. It was also one of my greatest loves of Android. So this makes me a happy camper.
And then there’s work. I have two stores in inventory this week and had Monday off because I worked the weekend.
And that’s okay! I’m the full time guy and I have two part timers I’m responsible for. They do pretty well for me and we got each other’s backs. I figure they shouldn’t have to work every weekend so they split the stores (four of them) one weekend and I take the next weekend.
There’s no reason these weekend deals the company makes should make all of us come to a full stop Sat/Sun.
This is how we make our money.
The travel time (paid) and mileage (paid) between stores means I’m listening to podcasts like it’s my job those days and the work isn’t so bad.
At least it’s clean.
We’re filling hand sanitizers and distributing gallons of the stuff throughout the stores every day.