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Years Gone By

Sam went out with me to pick up a push mower today. Our backyard is small, and the manual mower seemed like the trick, but it can’t handle some of the thicker grass. Still useable, but we bought a battery-powered Ryobi to do the job.

We had to stop by Walmart for some things on the way back.

When Sam was a baby, he had a couple of health problems. Rather than hire a nurse/babysitter for him during the day, I opted to stay home for a β€œlittle while” with him. That turned into five years. And those were some of the best years of my life.

When he was small, we did it all. Cleaned the house, did the shopping, most of all the house-related activities were covered by him and me.

Yes, ladies, he’ll be quite the catch someday.

This is when we first met Miss Sandra. She worked at Walmart as a cashier and still does. Sam was very tiny when he was born. His entire head would fit in the palm of my hand.

Today she saw me and then she saw him and yelled, β€œYou better come speak to Grandma Sandra.” She really feels this way about him. She’s family.

You notice things about your kids that you haven’t sometimes. That moment of realization is painful sometimes. Looking at how big he has gotten in comparison to someone I see all the time. He’s growing so fast.

Ain’t a baby anymore.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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π™³πš˜πš—πšŽ

πš†πšŽπš•πš•, πšπš‘πš’πšœ πš πšŽπšŽπš” πš’πšœ πšπš’πš—πšŠπš•πš•πš’ πš˜πšŸπšŽπš›, πš πš˜πš›πš”πš πš’πšœπšŽ πšŠπš—πš’πš πšŠπš’, πšŠπš—πš πš—πš˜πš  πš’πšβ€™πšœ πšπš’πš–πšŽ 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 πšπš˜πš πš— 𝚝𝚘 πš‘πš˜πšžπšœπšŽ πš‹πšžπšœπš’πš—πšŽπšœπšœ.

πšƒπš‘πšŽ πšπš›πšžπšŒπš” πš’πšœ πšπš’πšŸπš’πš—πš πš–πšŽ πšŒπš›πšŠπš™. π™Έπš πšπš˜πšŽπšœπš—β€™πš πš πšŠπš—πš 𝚝𝚘 πšœπšπšŠπš›πš πš’πš— πšπš‘πšŽ πš–πš˜πš›πš—πš’πš—πšπšœ 𝚜𝚘 πšπš‘πšŠπšβ€™πšœ πš–πš’ πš–πšŠπš’πš— πš™πš›πš˜πš“πšŽπšŒπš πšπš‘πš’πšœ πš πšŽπšŽπš”πšŽπš—πš.

You never know what you’ll see on the road.

πš†πšŽ πš‘πšŠπšŸπšŽ πšŠπš•πš• πšπš‘πšŽ πšžπšœπšžπšŠπš• 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏 πšπš˜πš› πšπš‘πšŽ πš πšŽπšŽπš”πšŽπš—πš πšŠπš›πš˜πšžπš—πš πšπš‘πšŽ πš‘πš˜πšžπšœπšŽ, πšŒπš•πš˜πšπš‘πšŽπšœ, πšŒπš•πšŽπšŠπš—πš’πš—πš, 𝚎𝚝𝚌. π™Έβ€™πš– πš‘πšŠπšŸπš’πš—πš πšπš‘πšŽπš– πšœπšπšŠπš›πš πš™πšŠπšŒπš”πš’πš—πš πšžπš™ πšŽπšœπšœπšŽπš—πšπš’πšŠπš•πšœ πšπš˜πš› πš˜πšžπš› πšŠπš—πš—πšžπšŠπš• πšπš›πš’πš™ 𝚝𝚘 πšπš‘πšŽ πš–πš˜πšžπš—πšπšŠπš’πš—πšœ πš—πš˜πš . πš†πšŽ π™°π™»πš†π™°πšˆπš‚ 𝚐𝚎𝚝 πšžπš™ πšπš‘πšŽπš›πšŽ πšŠπš—πš πšœπš˜πš–πšŽπš˜πš—πšŽ πšπš˜πš›πšπš˜πš 𝚊 πš“πšŠπšŒπš”πšŽπš πš˜πš› πš‹πš˜πš˜πšπšœ, 𝚜𝚘 πšπš‘πšŠπšβ€™πšœ 𝚊 πšπš‘πš’πš—πš πšπš‘πš’πšœ πš πšŽπšŽπš”πšŽπš—πš.

Hi, Kyle.

𝙸 πš—πšŽπšŽπš 𝚝𝚘 πšπš›πš’πš– πšžπš™ πšπš‘πšŽ πšπš›πš’πšŸπšŽπš πšŠπš’ πšπš‘πš’πšœ πš πšŽπšŽπš”πšŽπš—πš 𝚊𝚜 πš πšŽπš•πš•, πšŠπš™πš™πšŠπš›πšŽπš—πšπš•πš’.

π™°πšœ πšπšŠπš› 𝚊𝚜 πš πš˜πš›πš” πš πšŽπšŽπš”πšœ 𝚐𝚘 πš πš’πšπš‘ πšŠπš•πš• πšπš‘πšŽ πš›πšŽπšœπšŽπšπšœ, πšπš‘πš’πšœ πš πšŽπšŽπš” πš‘πšŠπšœπš—β€™πš πš‹πšŽπšŽπš— 𝚝𝚘𝚘 πšπšŽπš›πš›πš’πš‹πš•πšŽ.

πšƒπš‘πšŽπšœπšŽ πšœπšπš˜πš›πš–πšœ πš‘πšŠπšŸπšŽ πš”πš’πš•πš•πšŽπš πš’πš πšπš‘πš’πšœ πš πšŽπšŽπš”, πšπš‘πš˜πšžπšπš‘. 𝙸 πš‘πšŠπš 𝚝𝚠𝚘 πšœπšπš˜πš›πšŽπšœ πš•πš˜πšœπšŽ πš™πš˜πš πšŽπš› πšŠπš—πš πš˜πš—πšŽ 𝚘𝚏 πšπš‘πšŽπš– 𝚠𝚊𝚜 πšœπšπš’πš•πš• πš πš’πšπš‘πš˜πšžπš πš™πš˜πš πšŽπš› 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚒. πšƒπš‘πšŽ πš˜πšπš‘πšŽπš› πšπš˜πš˜πš” π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šœπš πšπš‘πšŽπš’πš› πšœπš’πšœπšπšŽπš–πšœ 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚒 𝚜𝚘 πšπš‘πšŽπš’ πš πšŽπš›πšŽ πšŒπš•πš˜πšœπšŽπš 𝚝𝚘 πšπš‘πšŽ πš™πšžπš‹πš•πš’πšŒ. π™Έπš 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 πšŸπšŽπš›πš’ πš™πšŽπšŠπšŒπšŽπšπšžπš• πšŠπšπšπšŽπš›πš—πš˜πš˜πš— πšπš’πš—πš’πšœπš‘πš’πš—πš πšžπš™ πš–πš’ πš πšŽπšŽπš”.

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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π™΄πšπšπš˜πš›πš

This week, I’m finding that most people aren’t putting their best foot forward in their work. You’d be amazed at how well you’re actually doing. Keep it up.

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Quoting myself might seem narcissistic, but when I wrote the quote above this morning, it was a simple observation that people don’t do what is needed to remain at a place in their activity to keep them the slightest bit ahead at work.

That little bit of extra effort this week can save more than an hour of extra work next week.

I’m almost OCD (not making fun of the folk who are) about the way my workspace is at the end of each week. If it’s ready to go the next time I visit my store, I’m already ahead.

I can’t for the life of me figure out why anyone would want to work any other way.

To those of you who put in that extra effort, good on you. Keep it up.

And when your boss doesn’t notice that effort, quietly flip him off when he walks away. You’ll feel better.

Anyway, I guess that’s sort of a mini rant.

I ain’t mad, I’m just disappointed.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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Because You Can

I was taking my lunch break today out in the truck and a lady pulled up beside me and went into the store. Nice blue Hummer.

She came back out and opened her hood. I didn’t notice that until I got out and I asked if she needed help. She said, β€œNo, thank you I’ve got it.”

I had to go around that side of the truck to roll up my passenger side window and noticed, she most definitely didn’t have it.

She was using one of those small jump boxes. The battery was dead. But that wasn’t the problem.

Not the actual battery. It was worse.

One of her posts on her battery was covered in corrosion. The buildup was keeping her from starting her truck.

It was so bad I was chipping chunks off with my knife. Luckily I keep tools in the toolbox (irony?) and I was drinking a Pepsi with my lunch. A soda like that is great for cleaning that buildup off.

I cleaned it up and put the new battery in she’d purchased. I explained she should try to charge the old one and see if it was still good. I also explained dielectric grease to her.

IF you’re a guy and your lady is out here with a nice ride like that in that condition, you need to find your dad or some other man to teach you how to take care of not only your vehicle but your woman. That’s the rare PSA you’ll see in this blog.

I know they’re strong and independent, but neither of those traits will help her if she’s stranded in a Walmart parking lot at a loss for what to do.

I’m so glad my dad taught me enough simple things under the hood to get me going to where I can fix my own truck now.


Always help people. Not just because it’s a good or right thing to do. Just because you can.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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Sam: Day Out Pt. 2

I guess this is an extension to what I write every day. It’s personal without being personal. I don’t know if that makes sense. This is my outlet. Just trying to catch any new followers up with what this is about.


Knowing I had to go pick up those packages yesterday, I did some prior proper planning and asked my don, Sam, if he wanted to ride with me several days before. Rock Hill means one thing to him, Joe’s Classic Video Games.

No guy’s day out is perfect without fire and smoke.

My son is an avid collector of video games. It’s his passion if a twelve-year-old can have a passion. He collects older consoles as well. His oldest one being a Nintendo Game Cube (that will probably make a few who read this feel old.) The Game Cube is ancient tech to him.

So we rode together yesterday and were gone half the day. It was great!

Wearing an Arby’s shirt, eating at Hardee’s, wishing he was at Chick-Fil-A.

When it’s just me and him we can just be guys. I’ve missed a lot of his school stuff this year. Awards, performances, Beta Club induction to name a few and this saddens me.

We talked about it a couple of nights ago, and he understands. But he shouldn’t have to. I should be there. Always.


One day he’ll be too big for my towel but not yet. Cold in the truck and it’s what I had. Always carry a towel. πŸ˜‰

Today is Sunday. We’ve rested and are preparing for another week.

Knives sharpened, nails trimmed (I consider them tools and weapons), and neat. Packed out the EDC bag. I probably carry too much but…

If you stay ready you don’t have to get ready.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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7P: Day Out Pt. 1

I’ve been working since Sunday. Today I had to drive to Rock Hill, SC (an hour and some change away) to pick up some packages for a couple of activities that needed completing this week.

Someone at home office didn’t plan well enough.

I’m one man with four stores. These four stores are spread over a reasonably wide area. One is only thirty minutes from home. The other three are an hour plus driving time from me. The FedEx location I was picking up the packages from is forty-five minutes in the opposite direction on the other side of the store closest to me.

Add to this that our work schedules were packed out entirely this week.

You see my problem?

Proper Prior Planning Prevents Piss Poor Performance.

At least a nearly fifty-six-hour work week is over.

I’m not complaining. It’s good money. We need support in the field and proper planning, though.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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Concerned

Mags took her booster shot today for the Covid vaccine. A requirement to keep her job.

This troubles me, of course.

B, although he had significant health problems, took the jab, and it was a heart attack that took him. D, another person close to me, also took the jab. He had a heart attack about two weeks ago.

YOU CAN SEE WHY I’M CONCERNED!

It reached 97Β°-99Β° here today. I watched a lot of people walking around in masks in the heat. I can’t help but think what fools these people are. This push for fear seems to be contributing to mental illness or, at the very least, preys upon the minds of the weak.

At least they’re easy to spot now.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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Pile It On

I started early this week working on Sunday. Today the scheduler piled more activities on my already packed schedule, and I know this can’t continue. I can’t continue doing it. Something has to give.


And it looks like something is trying to. I have more small problems with this truck, and it’s only love that’s keeping us together. I think there’s a song about that.

Crap.

I think it’s a short or possibly a bad fuse. Hopefully, nothing more difficult. But the K.I.S.S. (keep it simple stupid) method is best. Start at the easy end and work your way to more complex.

It seems to have corrected itself for now, and nothing else seems wrong. No leaks. The oil level is good. The temp is good.

Probably nothing. Maybe something.

Bruce is old and temperamental. Hence the name.

It’s just one more thing in an already hectic week.

Pile it on.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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Rollin’

β€œWe have a lot to do at work this week…”

Which means I have a lot to do on my own as I have no help.

I’m not going to complain or mention it to the boss. He had a significant health problem pop up last week. Some might say it could be heart-stopping.

He always has my back, so I always have his.


I slept in till 7 AM this morning. Sleeping in isn’t unusual on a Sunday for me. I know some of you are probably thinking, sleeping in!? 7 AM?! On a Sunday?!

Well, sometimes I allow myself to be lazy.

I rolled out of bed and synced the work phone, and found out my hours are way up from the last couple of weeksβ€”time to get back to the heavy lifting and take care of business. Most of my days this week are scheduled for 10+ hours. Some being 13-hour days. That I cannot do.

So I went in for a half-day today to work a store to around 80% completion. No huge activities, just the usual business. This way, I’ll be able to come back around to resets later in the week. There was no one there to print mods and labels anyway. They should have been printed last week but someone doesn’t want to listen. You can’t help some folk.


Windshield time.

I’m going to be seeing that view a lot this week. But it will be okay. I can get mad or I can get done.

I prefer done.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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Monday

That’s a boring title.

Up at 2:30 and out the door by 4:00 to hit a bun reset with Bimbo Bakeries (which always makes me laugh.) I met Dave with Flowers Bakeries and we did the reset together. It’s not usual for me to actually have one of the company reps show up for these. I like to get it done before the bread vendors show up so they can get about their day. I’m nice like that.

Dave is retired military from Air Force and I’m ex-Army. He blew stuff up, and I didn’t realize the Air Force did that. I blew stuff up. So there’s a new found respect for the Air Force from me.


If I go lay down now, I will not be able to sleep tonight. So I’m not wasting my time and I’m installing light fixtures in the garage. I am loving the quiet of the LED lights. Big change from the old 8’ fluorescent tubes buzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

And while I’m out here, I needed to strap up the expansion tank for the water heater. We forgot to grab the strap for it when we picked up the water heater last week. So, time to be handy.

We’ve had a lot of expenses hit the past couple of years but all of them have been good investments. A new roof, stove, refrigerator, heat pump, water heater, etc.

But they’ve already started showing savings on our electric bill. Just the changes in our light fixture in the kitchen and bathroom did that.


Found a treasure.

It may not look like much to you but this is the key to the Dodge Omni my wife drove when we first started dating. We went all over in that little car.

She was tickled. It’s a memory. A good one. So I put that key on her keychain.


Now comes supper and relaxation.

Some kid probably hates me.

I don’t even know why I started this but here’s the end.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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