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Cracked Sideview

I took this pic several years ago somewhere in the mountains. It was an old truck at a recycled house parts place. Neat place, neat truck.

Things in the rearview look remarkably different from what they looked like coming at you head-on.

You have time to reflect, no pun intended, and you see things and people for what they are.

Life changes and so will you. And the changes keep coming faster and faster.

Somehow you get slower and get an almost outside view of what’s going on; if you pay attention.

Time almost seems to stand still.

One of the benefits of age, I suppose.


Where did that come from? Weird.


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Time

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.

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Stop

If you see something, say…no. Stop.

Stop and take that picture of that thing that catches your eye. It may not be there later. You’re the one there in that moment. No one else will ever capture that small moment in time that you have right there.

Pumps.
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You never know what you’ll find or what may come next.

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