This past Saturday afternoon, my partner told me that he knew that my usual "old neighborhood" Christmas caroling event and party was being held that night, and he wanted me to go. He heard me tell a friend on the phone that I was not going to attend it this year because I did not want to leave my partner's side when he was not feeling well.
My partner would have none of it. "Go! You need to do this!" After some more conversation and assurance that my partner would be okay, I agreed. I was especially relieved when a sister offered to come over and stay with my partner while I was gone. (I sure have a wonderfully supportive family!) Off I went...
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Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Monday, August 15, 2011
My Birthday Wish List: PDA
My birthday is tomorrow. I am following great leadership of a friend who published an inspiring birthday wish-list on Facebook. Here's mine -- please take a few minutes to read, and then act.
As one gets older, the desire for material goods is replaced by the desire for PDAs -- and not what you think. I'm not into toys. I seek Personal Displays of Affection. Not for me, but for others.
These PDAs may be demonstrated by:
Thank you for making my birthday a happy one by doing one or more of these actions. I would dearly love to have you comment on this blog to describe what you did!
As one gets older, the desire for material goods is replaced by the desire for PDAs -- and not what you think. I'm not into toys. I seek Personal Displays of Affection. Not for me, but for others.
These PDAs may be demonstrated by:
- Visiting or calling a parent, grandparent, or other senior and listening. So many people talk-talk-talk, but we have much to learn if we shut up and listen to the wiser generation. Spend an hour listening and you will be amazed how good both of you feel.
- Sharing your talents with others. Help with housecleaning, home repairs, mowing the lawn, taking folks grocery shopping, making a home-made meal, and just spending time with people who won't ask for help, but who will benefit (and this applies to people of all ages.)
- Making regular phone calls to house-bound family and friends. Your smile on the phone may be the only sunshine heard today. I truly wish for a reduction in the lonliness that seniors experience as they age and become less important in American's lives. (Our culture has much to learn from Asia.)
- turning off the computer, TV, and the gadget-du-juor (Blackberry, iPhone, etc.) Reach out and hold the hand of the one you love. Experience serenity without technological distractions. Do this for me. You will be surprised how delightful, energizing, and empowering this down-time can be.
Thank you for making my birthday a happy one by doing one or more of these actions. I would dearly love to have you comment on this blog to describe what you did!
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Who Do I Look Up To?
Almost everyone has at least one other person who they look up to -- for inspiration, admiration, and in respect. A regular blog reader sent me an email saying that I have served as a role model, in a way, to him. Aw shucks, golly, gee whiz. As I have said often, I have no idea who I touch with my rambling writings.
I thought I would take a spin at this -- from my perspective -- to state who I look up to and admire, and who serve (or have served) as role models for me.
First and foremost, my parents were my role models when I was growing up. They were respected members of society, contributed to the health and welfare of many people, and by observing their service to others, I modeled many of my own behaviors after them in what has become natural for me to do -- to care for others in various ways.
It really bothers me a lot when children cannot say that their parents served as role models. I am blessed and fortunate to have had marvelous parents who led the way.
Current-day role models for me are not well-known; rather, they are people who are good mentors. A mentor is someone who is patient and kind, thoughtful and guiding, and who educate without telling you what to do. They lead by example. My mentors look forward, not back. They look for the good things in others, not the bad. They find hope when the outlook is bleak. They choose to smile, not frown. They don't complain or harp on what's wrong or what someone else could have done differently. Sure, they recognize that sometimes things go wrong and people do bad things -- but overall, they have abilities to rise above that, and continue to point out the good in others, and inspire positive direction in choices of actions that I take.
Every hour of every day, one is faced with many choices. Those who serve as role models for me are those who I ask myself, "What would he say? What would she do?"
I cannot say that I have always made the right choices. I've screwed up, made many mistakes, and caused anger and hurt. No, I'm not perfect; no way. I think the difference with me is that I (try to) learn from my mistakes, and take measures to prevent them from happening again.
I have to credit my parents with allowing me to make choices and sometimes have them turn out badly, so I could learn from that experience. It hurt when that happened, but I learned far more from trying to do something myself than being told about it by a parent. (I know it is very hard for parents to let their kids do something that they know won't work, but the lesson learned from that is so much more valuable, and "sticking.")
So who do I look up to? When I was about 20 to 40 years old, I had four primary mentors: one elected official who served in local office; one older, wiser woman who became my "West Coast Mom" as I was completing my graduate studies; one leader of an organization for which I volunteered; and my twin brother. (Seriously, he meant that much and continues to mean that much to me.)
Two of these mentors have died, while two others remain close in my life, in my heart, and with whom I have almost daily contact.
I am pleased that I have surrounded myself with many people who inspire me, lead me, and help me to be a better man to this day. My partner, my twin brother and my siblings, my very close friends (you know who you are!), and the spirits of my parents, my Uncle Charlie and Aunt Lee, and my Uncle Joe. I am indebted to them for the lessons that they helped me teach myself. Yep: that is a good indicator of a great role model -- one who inspires you to learn from your mistakes, pull yourself up from the bootstraps, and move on.
Life is short: appreciate those who provide positive influence in your life.
I thought I would take a spin at this -- from my perspective -- to state who I look up to and admire, and who serve (or have served) as role models for me.
First and foremost, my parents were my role models when I was growing up. They were respected members of society, contributed to the health and welfare of many people, and by observing their service to others, I modeled many of my own behaviors after them in what has become natural for me to do -- to care for others in various ways.
It really bothers me a lot when children cannot say that their parents served as role models. I am blessed and fortunate to have had marvelous parents who led the way.
Current-day role models for me are not well-known; rather, they are people who are good mentors. A mentor is someone who is patient and kind, thoughtful and guiding, and who educate without telling you what to do. They lead by example. My mentors look forward, not back. They look for the good things in others, not the bad. They find hope when the outlook is bleak. They choose to smile, not frown. They don't complain or harp on what's wrong or what someone else could have done differently. Sure, they recognize that sometimes things go wrong and people do bad things -- but overall, they have abilities to rise above that, and continue to point out the good in others, and inspire positive direction in choices of actions that I take.
Every hour of every day, one is faced with many choices. Those who serve as role models for me are those who I ask myself, "What would he say? What would she do?"
I cannot say that I have always made the right choices. I've screwed up, made many mistakes, and caused anger and hurt. No, I'm not perfect; no way. I think the difference with me is that I (try to) learn from my mistakes, and take measures to prevent them from happening again.
I have to credit my parents with allowing me to make choices and sometimes have them turn out badly, so I could learn from that experience. It hurt when that happened, but I learned far more from trying to do something myself than being told about it by a parent. (I know it is very hard for parents to let their kids do something that they know won't work, but the lesson learned from that is so much more valuable, and "sticking.")
So who do I look up to? When I was about 20 to 40 years old, I had four primary mentors: one elected official who served in local office; one older, wiser woman who became my "West Coast Mom" as I was completing my graduate studies; one leader of an organization for which I volunteered; and my twin brother. (Seriously, he meant that much and continues to mean that much to me.)
Two of these mentors have died, while two others remain close in my life, in my heart, and with whom I have almost daily contact.
I am pleased that I have surrounded myself with many people who inspire me, lead me, and help me to be a better man to this day. My partner, my twin brother and my siblings, my very close friends (you know who you are!), and the spirits of my parents, my Uncle Charlie and Aunt Lee, and my Uncle Joe. I am indebted to them for the lessons that they helped me teach myself. Yep: that is a good indicator of a great role model -- one who inspires you to learn from your mistakes, pull yourself up from the bootstraps, and move on.
Life is short: appreciate those who provide positive influence in your life.
Monday, January 3, 2011
The Light of My Life Enjoys Her 96th
A few of my senior pals came over and sung A Capella in perfect pitch and harmony one of my aunt's favorite songs, as well as "Happy Birthday."
I share joy, contentment, and happiness in knowing that my aunt is doing well, has good care, and is safe in her own home. That's what I promised to her husband, my Uncle Charlie, and am pleased to fulfill my promise by doing what I do. I am also pleased that I can fulfill my faith, and deep commitment to service ... because, after all:
Life is short: show those you love that you love them!
Friday, December 24, 2010
Merry Christmas: I Believe
I will be taking a break from blogging until after Christmas, so I can spend time with my partner, his mother, my twin brother and his wife who arrived last night (6-1/2 hours late, at 6am this morning!), as well as the rest of my family when we visit them over the next few days.
This has been quite a year for me, but I'll explain that in a future blog post. This Christmas, I reflect on what the holiday means to me and to life in general. Without religious overtones, which I'll leave to other blogs, let me say that I believe...
From our home to yours: Merry Christmas, loyal blog readers! I sincerely hope you have joy in your heart, boots on your feet, leathers on your bod, and a smile on your face!
This has been quite a year for me, but I'll explain that in a future blog post. This Christmas, I reflect on what the holiday means to me and to life in general. Without religious overtones, which I'll leave to other blogs, let me say that I believe...
- ... in being happy, positive, and focused on what's right, instead of what's wrong. Sure, there are lots of things wrong, but there are many more things that are right. My wish for the world is "quit yer bitchin' " and think of the good things that are out there, not dwell on and complain about the bad.
- ... in the power of relationships built on trust, honesty, and integrity. I can clearly say that the people with whom I choose to have deep and meaningful friendships have earned my respect because they are fundamentally good people. Honest as the day is long; gentle, caring souls in their own right.
- ... that there's a reason why we're here on this Earth. Whatever our calling is, we need to apply our talents, skills, and abilities as best we know how to make the world a little bit better each and every day.
- ... in service to others. That's my makeup, and what drives my essence. Sure, I work for a living, but I volunteer a lot as a "second job." Serving others because I have the means, skills, and interest is a joy, not a burden. From daily calls to older friends who are alone, to taking senior pals to the grocery store, to doing minor home repairs for others, to advocating for the betterment of my community by klonking some elected officials upside the head from time to time (figuratively speaking, of course)... all this is a way for me to serve my fellow man (and woman).
- ... that love conquers all and heals all wounds. I truly cannot express the depth of my devotion and abiding love for my partner, for the man he is and for the man he has helped me to become. Our bond of love carries us forward, and is maintained on a basis of ongoing communication, trust, honesty, and daily attention to our relationship as two human beings -- different, yet bonded at the soul.
- ... that blood is thicker than water. I am grateful to be part of a large family of wonderful people who are terrific each in their own right. We respect one another. We laugh, we play, we care. I am truly blessed that we all get along well because we work at it. We may have our disagreements, but when the fit hits the shan, we rise up and care for each other by doing things in significant, positive ways. I know many families do not get along as well, and some siblings have become divided and estranged. I am deeply appreciative how that is not the case within our family. Our parents raised us to behave and believe this way, and we do.
- ... that being financially responsible means that you don't spend money you don't have, and that you work out a budget and stick to it. Not using credit cards wildly, running up balances, or using those damned "convenience checks."
- ... that masculine gay men exist, and can live a life as an open and out gay man as a contributor to society. Naysayers and homophobes cause some who may be insecure to be hurt and to hide. Don't let 'em win. Be the man you are, and comfortable in your own skin. It took me a long time to realize that, but I am much happier as a person because I did.
- ... when faced with a choice, to make the choice that helps most, hurts least, and is legal, ethical, and moral.
- ... that life is not always full of wine and roses. Sometimes, you get a headache from the salycilates and pricked by the thorns -- and there are, unfortunately, some real headaches and pricks out there. In my heart of hearts, I smell the bouquet of the wine and the fragrance of the rose and not the pain from the headache or prick.
- ... and, finally:
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Happiness For A Day
Life is short: show those you love that you love them. ... so I frequently end posts on this blog when I speak about my family and legion of "elder buds."
This past Saturday, my partner and I planted some flowers in a garden outside Mabel's condo, so she could see them from her window and enjoy. We didn't think much of it. She said that she liked to see flowers, and all the flowers she once had were gone, destroyed by snow, eaten by deer, gobbled by weeds.
In about an hour, my partner and I pulled weeds, turned the soil over, added some compost to enrichen it, and planted some daisies, coriopsis, and our state flower, Black-Eyed Susans. Mabel loved Black-Eyed Susans, in particular. I don't quite know how I remembered that, but I did.
Mabel was so happy. She gave each of us a big hug, a huge warm smile, and thanked us profusely. We said, "nothin' to it; glad to help." We washed our hands and were on our way.
Sunday morning, Mabel phoned. Once again, she described how happy she was to wake up, open her blinds, and see the flowers. She said that she knew she could call early (6:30am) because she knew I was always an early riser.
"Mabel, thanks for your call. Seriously, nothin' to it. You made us some great casseroles when I was laid up with my broken leg. It's what we do: help each other. Thank you for the thanks, which warms our hearts. Seeing your smile is our rich reward."
Monday morning, Mabel's neighbor called me to let me know that the ambulance came to Mabel's condo, followed by the coroner. Mabel died in her sleep. That surprised me. She had not been ill, and she wasn't "that old." She was 78. Always bright, peppy, and full of good cheer. I knew that she had a history of heart problems, which is why she gave up driving her own car. She was afraid that "some crazy driver will cause me to have a heart attack!" She always said that with a laugh, but I sensed that she was seriously frightened.
Mabel gave up her car six months ago. I helped her sell it. Then I began including Mabel on my regular rounds of older folks who I take to the grocery store for shopping trips. Mabel was doing well. She was getting rides, using the bus, and otherwise getting around rather well on her own. She admitted to me rather sheepishly on Saturday morning that she had me take her to the store because she liked spending time with me -- but she really didn't need it. She was managing well on her own.
Mabel taught me a lot of things. She was an avid historian. I learned a lot of history of my own state, and about the U.S. Revolution. She shared information in an entertaining and informative manner, dropping in occasional lines like "Charles Carroll of Carrollton was the last surviving signer of the Declaration of Independence when he died at age 95 -- 40 years beyond the life expectancy of someone of his cohort." She always talked like that... sprinkled scientific terminology with history. I shall always cherish what I learned from Mabel spending time in my life. Sharing with me. Being my friend.
Mabel was so very happy -- for a day -- the day being Sunday, the last day of her life. All because of a few measly flowers that we planted on a Saturday afternoon. Who woulda thunk?
Life is short: show those you love that you love them. Do it now... you never know.
This past Saturday, my partner and I planted some flowers in a garden outside Mabel's condo, so she could see them from her window and enjoy. We didn't think much of it. She said that she liked to see flowers, and all the flowers she once had were gone, destroyed by snow, eaten by deer, gobbled by weeds.
In about an hour, my partner and I pulled weeds, turned the soil over, added some compost to enrichen it, and planted some daisies, coriopsis, and our state flower, Black-Eyed Susans. Mabel loved Black-Eyed Susans, in particular. I don't quite know how I remembered that, but I did.Mabel was so happy. She gave each of us a big hug, a huge warm smile, and thanked us profusely. We said, "nothin' to it; glad to help." We washed our hands and were on our way.
Sunday morning, Mabel phoned. Once again, she described how happy she was to wake up, open her blinds, and see the flowers. She said that she knew she could call early (6:30am) because she knew I was always an early riser.
"Mabel, thanks for your call. Seriously, nothin' to it. You made us some great casseroles when I was laid up with my broken leg. It's what we do: help each other. Thank you for the thanks, which warms our hearts. Seeing your smile is our rich reward."
Monday morning, Mabel's neighbor called me to let me know that the ambulance came to Mabel's condo, followed by the coroner. Mabel died in her sleep. That surprised me. She had not been ill, and she wasn't "that old." She was 78. Always bright, peppy, and full of good cheer. I knew that she had a history of heart problems, which is why she gave up driving her own car. She was afraid that "some crazy driver will cause me to have a heart attack!" She always said that with a laugh, but I sensed that she was seriously frightened.
Mabel gave up her car six months ago. I helped her sell it. Then I began including Mabel on my regular rounds of older folks who I take to the grocery store for shopping trips. Mabel was doing well. She was getting rides, using the bus, and otherwise getting around rather well on her own. She admitted to me rather sheepishly on Saturday morning that she had me take her to the store because she liked spending time with me -- but she really didn't need it. She was managing well on her own.
Mabel taught me a lot of things. She was an avid historian. I learned a lot of history of my own state, and about the U.S. Revolution. She shared information in an entertaining and informative manner, dropping in occasional lines like "Charles Carroll of Carrollton was the last surviving signer of the Declaration of Independence when he died at age 95 -- 40 years beyond the life expectancy of someone of his cohort." She always talked like that... sprinkled scientific terminology with history. I shall always cherish what I learned from Mabel spending time in my life. Sharing with me. Being my friend.
Mabel was so very happy -- for a day -- the day being Sunday, the last day of her life. All because of a few measly flowers that we planted on a Saturday afternoon. Who woulda thunk?
Life is short: show those you love that you love them. Do it now... you never know.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Blogger Buddy's Birthday
Here I am with my buddy, Kevin, who traveled to my hometown (actually, my County Seat), to do some research for his doctoral dissertation. Kevin has frequently commented on this blog and has provided me lots of useful information that has inspired me to develop material for this blog. I have frequently quoted him. Man, he's so incredibly gifted with the way he thinks and expresses himself.Kevin is a very insightful, intelligent, and fun guy. He's a Bootman, too. He had on a pair of really cool black ostrich leg cowboy boots last night when we met at a restaurant for dinner. I wore my Champion Attitude black ostrich - burgundy biker cowboy boots, which are about the only boots in my cowboy stable that I can wear at the moment.
What a delight it was to meet Kevin. I truly enjoyed meeting someone with whom I had been communicating via email for several years. We enjoyed a wonderful conversation about a variety of issues from current events to boots to his studies and things going on in our lives.
It also happened to be Kevin's birthday! Woo-hoo! He didn't tell me it was his birthday, but I "have my ways of finding out" (giggle). It was truly my pleasure to treat him to dinner and enjoy his company.
Thanks, buddy, for the warmth of your friendship, for your kind and insightful commentary, and for your smiles.
Life is short: enjoy your friends!
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Feels Sooooo Good!
Within my crazy-busy weekend, I carved out some "me time" to get back on my Harley since the doc said the broken leg was history. It was wonderful!First, I carefully checked the bike over from front to back, from tires to seat to cables to lights to controls. The bike has been sitting idle on a trickle charger since last I rode it in the middle of January. Then I broke my leg, and couldn't ride.... What a long, dreary wait. Fortunately, everything was fine and the tires only needed a little air.
I wasn't sure I would have time to go for a ride on Saturday. I had some friends offer to come over in the morning and ride with me, but I had to turn them down because I had commitments for my community work. A meeting, building a website for a political candidate, taking some elder buds grocery shopping, caring for my aunt... all these things plus some work around the house take time.
My partner and I had a meeting of the minds, and he agreed that I just had to get it out of my system: I had to ride! So by early afternoon, the critical things were done, and I had time to get booted and on the saddle of my beloved Road King.
I pulled on my new Champion Attitude harness boots that have burgundy leather shafts that match the Harley's colors, and black ostrich feet. Kinda cool, and different. They fit well over my jeans.
I pulled on my leather jacket, rolled the bike into the drive, and it started up right away. I carefully engaged the clutch, dropped it into first, and off I went ... around the cul-de-sac to get used to riding again. As I was doing this maneuver, a biker bud who I know rode over. He said that he thought he would check to see if I were going for a ride since he saw a post I had made on a public forum. His timing couldn't have been better!
We rode on some back roads and byways, slowly but surely. My bike loves to ride, and the boots enjoyed their first experience being used as they were designed: biker's boots!
We didn't stay out long. I had another meeting to attend in the late afternoon. But it sure was nice to get out.
My leg is a little sore, in all honesty, and as I am writing this post on Saturday night, I have ice on it. But I also have the biggest smile on my face! Woo-hoo! I am reintroducing you to Booted Harleydude: biker, community caregiver, spirited worker, ... all these things. But most of all, I'm a very happy man.
Life is short: there is life after a broken leg!
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Living Safely
Every April, I plan and organize an event that I call "Senior Safety Saturday." That is when dozens of volunteers visit homes occupied by seniors and install safety devices like grab-bars, non-slip flooring, better lighting, and new smoke alarms (when the current alarm is more than 10 years old as alarms don't last forever, so it is recommended to replace them every ten years.)
I truly feel as if I have 99% recovered from my broken leg. I felt great! Actually, I began the morning by swimming 30 laps. That helped improve the flexibility in my ankle, which is still a little swollen.
I got to our site at 7:30am, and was met by some volunteers who had all of the supplies set up under a big tent. We welcomed the other volunteers and a county official gave them a rousing thank-you. We also thanked our corporate sponsor who funded the supplies that we needed with a $5,000 credit account at a building supplies retailer.
Once all the volunteers checked in, I went to check on some of the more difficult installations. I felt well enough to help out, and even climbed a ladder to install a smoke alarm. I am not quite flexible enough to squat in a bathtub to install a grab-bar. But that's okay, we had plenty of able-bodied helpers.
I'm so jazzed. I am smiling the hugest smile I have smiled in a long, long time. The weather was great, the event went exceptionally smoothly, and best of all: 53 seniors are safer in their own homes. They can continue to live comfortably, and safely, at home.
What a great day!
Life is short: live it by doing service for others. Believe me, what you pay forward is paid back. I sure saw the benefit of that when I was laid up for such a long time with my broken leg when so many of my senior friends helped me out.
I truly feel as if I have 99% recovered from my broken leg. I felt great! Actually, I began the morning by swimming 30 laps. That helped improve the flexibility in my ankle, which is still a little swollen.
I got to our site at 7:30am, and was met by some volunteers who had all of the supplies set up under a big tent. We welcomed the other volunteers and a county official gave them a rousing thank-you. We also thanked our corporate sponsor who funded the supplies that we needed with a $5,000 credit account at a building supplies retailer.
Once all the volunteers checked in, I went to check on some of the more difficult installations. I felt well enough to help out, and even climbed a ladder to install a smoke alarm. I am not quite flexible enough to squat in a bathtub to install a grab-bar. But that's okay, we had plenty of able-bodied helpers.I'm so jazzed. I am smiling the hugest smile I have smiled in a long, long time. The weather was great, the event went exceptionally smoothly, and best of all: 53 seniors are safer in their own homes. They can continue to live comfortably, and safely, at home.
What a great day!
Life is short: live it by doing service for others. Believe me, what you pay forward is paid back. I sure saw the benefit of that when I was laid up for such a long time with my broken leg when so many of my senior friends helped me out.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Hobbling Hoppy Easter!
Today I have modified my plans. Usually on the Saturday before Easter, I put small packages of Easter treats (sugar-free Peeps, jelly beans, and chocolate eggs) into my Harley's TourPak, then while dressed in a full bunny costume, ride around the senior's community near me and deliver one of these packages to special senior pals. This has become somewhat of a holiday tradition, and even was featured in The Washington Post a few years ago. It's a hoot! It brightens the spirits of my friends and is so much fun to do.
Well, unfortunately, I can't ride my beloved Harley yet. My doctor told me not to think about riding until at least mid-April. At first I argued, but now I realize that he was right. My leg still hurts a lot and the ankle is still swollen. But it WILL get better! I just have to give it some more time.
But this darned leg isn't going to stop me from brightening the day of my senior pals or stop me from my tradition! I'm just changing it a little bit. My partner ordinarily goes to visit his Mom for Easter, but because he is still worried about me, is staying home this year. He will drive me in my truck. I can and will wear that bunny costume! I will become the "hobbling hoppy Easter bunny!"
Watch out! There's a cwazy wabbit wunning awound wilver wing! Bwa ha ha!
Woo-hoo! Life is short: show those you love that you love them! Happy Easter, Pasqua, or whatever!
Well, unfortunately, I can't ride my beloved Harley yet. My doctor told me not to think about riding until at least mid-April. At first I argued, but now I realize that he was right. My leg still hurts a lot and the ankle is still swollen. But it WILL get better! I just have to give it some more time.
But this darned leg isn't going to stop me from brightening the day of my senior pals or stop me from my tradition! I'm just changing it a little bit. My partner ordinarily goes to visit his Mom for Easter, but because he is still worried about me, is staying home this year. He will drive me in my truck. I can and will wear that bunny costume! I will become the "hobbling hoppy Easter bunny!"
Watch out! There's a cwazy wabbit wunning awound wilver wing! Bwa ha ha!
Woo-hoo! Life is short: show those you love that you love them! Happy Easter, Pasqua, or whatever!
Friday, April 2, 2010
You're Too Damn Happy
I received an email the other day from someone who said this: "You're Too Damn Happy." He went on to say, "all this stuff about your partner and how all these old people took care of you. Bullshit."
And that's all he said.
Hey, fella, the reason why I didn't reply to your rant via email is that there really isn't anything I could say. It is obvious to me that you're hurting. I truly am sorry about your plight and mental state that drove you to write to me and say what you said.
Is my life perfect? No. I've got a lot of things going on that I choose not to blog about. Seriously, people don't want to read about the bad stuff. I have read blogs by others who have complained about life serving them lemons, and usually it comes across badly. It sounds like whining and ranting, which nobody wants to read. There are a few exceptional people who can make a rant sound funny. I mean belly-laugh funny. Unfortunately, I don't have the skills to write humorously. So I usually choose not to rant, whine, or whimper about things that suck. (Though I might have sounded a bit whiney as I was dealing with my broken leg.)
There is so much tension in the world, lately driven by tea-bagging morons, but before that, driven by the economy, politics, or other matters -- it would be easy to get sucked into an uncivil demeanor and to wallow in negativity.
I deliberately choose the opposite. Perhaps it comes from my upbringing, when my parents taught us to look ahead and to look forward. Perhaps it comes from being secure and self-confident. Yeah, some bad things are goin' on in my world, but I can handle it. I can, because -- yep, here I go again -- of that 'net that I have supporting me. Heck, even from Australia, my friend Sue commented the other day about the sunny outlook that I have, and that I have inspired her to smile as she walks along the beaches of the sunny coasts of Australia, a place that I have truly enjoyed visiting.
You see, we're all in this world together. The physical world in my home and community, and the larger world of people with whom we engage via the 'net. Through the power of positive outreach and support, I firmly believe that we can make the world a better place -- one step at a time.
'K, I'll take it: I'm too "damn happy." Heck, I'd rather be "damn happy" than "sucky sad." Smile and get a life, buddy.
Life is short: smile. Make them wonder why.
And that's all he said.
Hey, fella, the reason why I didn't reply to your rant via email is that there really isn't anything I could say. It is obvious to me that you're hurting. I truly am sorry about your plight and mental state that drove you to write to me and say what you said.
Is my life perfect? No. I've got a lot of things going on that I choose not to blog about. Seriously, people don't want to read about the bad stuff. I have read blogs by others who have complained about life serving them lemons, and usually it comes across badly. It sounds like whining and ranting, which nobody wants to read. There are a few exceptional people who can make a rant sound funny. I mean belly-laugh funny. Unfortunately, I don't have the skills to write humorously. So I usually choose not to rant, whine, or whimper about things that suck. (Though I might have sounded a bit whiney as I was dealing with my broken leg.)
There is so much tension in the world, lately driven by tea-bagging morons, but before that, driven by the economy, politics, or other matters -- it would be easy to get sucked into an uncivil demeanor and to wallow in negativity.
I deliberately choose the opposite. Perhaps it comes from my upbringing, when my parents taught us to look ahead and to look forward. Perhaps it comes from being secure and self-confident. Yeah, some bad things are goin' on in my world, but I can handle it. I can, because -- yep, here I go again -- of that 'net that I have supporting me. Heck, even from Australia, my friend Sue commented the other day about the sunny outlook that I have, and that I have inspired her to smile as she walks along the beaches of the sunny coasts of Australia, a place that I have truly enjoyed visiting.
You see, we're all in this world together. The physical world in my home and community, and the larger world of people with whom we engage via the 'net. Through the power of positive outreach and support, I firmly believe that we can make the world a better place -- one step at a time.
'K, I'll take it: I'm too "damn happy." Heck, I'd rather be "damn happy" than "sucky sad." Smile and get a life, buddy.
Life is short: smile. Make them wonder why.
Friday, January 8, 2010
Men Wear Boots, The End of the Story
I blogged on Wednesday about a pair of boots that mysteriously showed up on my doorstep. I called it an Act of Kindness. I was baffled about who sent me the Justin Bent Rail Buckaroo Boots.
I appealed on my blog for the person who gave me the boots to reveal himself.
... turns out, it was not a reader of this blog, but a gentlemen who I had befriended. F, a dear friend who once owned and operated a western store in Oklahoma, but moved "back East" to be closer to his family, was my thoughtful gift-giver.
Dear F was invited, but did not attend, our annual Thanksgiving open house and pot-luck dinner this past November. I really wanted him to come, but he was not feeling well, and said that he couldn't get out. I brought him "a plate" of goodies from the Thanksgiving feast on the Friday after the event, and he couldn't have been happier. But he said that he still wasn't feeling well, and was not sure he could eat much. I also brought him a small snip of mistletoe, which he so fondly remembered from his days in Oklahoma. He had me hang it in a door frame for him.
Last year, he was the hit of the party when he walked in our door and gave me a pair of boots along with his happy greeting, "Men Wear Boots!" I was shocked, tearful, and so happy. What a great man. So thoughtful. So caring. So kind.
I went to visit him for a short time in early December, just to say "hello" and share some time. You see, his family who lives nearby did not visit very often. I was sad that he was so lonely, and wanted to see more of his family which was the reason he moved here in the first place. While I often did handyman work for him, this time he didn't need anything done. He just wanted company. Often, I'll "invent" a handyman reason to drop by a senior pal's home, when I know what they really need is some attention. (Though a leaky faucet or broken switch can stand being repaired!)
He was perky and funny and we had a great time visiting. But he didn't look well. He was drawn, weak, and pale. It was obvious that the winter of his life had set in. We had a longer-than usual conversation. He didn't want to talk about himself, but he wanted me to know that his family was closer now, and visiting more often. He showed me pictures of his grandchildren and the newest addition to his family, a baby great granddaughter. He said that he would have his daughter and grandchildren stand in the door frame under the mistletoe, and he would kiss them. He was so happy. I would say he was serene. What a joy. (I tell 'ya, though, I was emotional and tearful, but in a good way -- to see my friend so happy.)
I continued to check in with him by phone. We usually talked about boots but also we talked about a lot of other things. I realized that during one of our conversations, I had mentioned the new line of Justin Buckaroo boots. He said that he was not familiar with the boots, since he got out of the business years ago. But man, it was obvious that he listened and remembered well.
I called him for a usual "checkup" call on Monday. No answer. I thought perhaps he was busy or not at home, so I tried back on Tuesday. I wanted to tell him about the boots that mysteriously showed up! I thought he would enjoy knowing that I got them. When Tuesday's call wasn't answered either, I became concerned. I called a few of his neighbors, who said that they had not seen him.
On Wednesday, I knocked on his door. No answer. I left a note. Yesterday, his daughter called me. I was saddened to learn that my friend died last week. I didn't know. She told me that as she and her family were going through my friend's things, a box was delivered -- those Justin Buckaroos. It was my friend's daughter who dropped the box off at my door. My friend had told her that he had ordered the boots for me.
His family had a short memorial service for him last night, and I was able to go. I'm glad that at least I was able to pay my last respects to a marvelously funny, witty, kind gentleman. I wore a suit -- and those Justin Buckaroos. They looked great with dark pants over them.
Every time my friend saw me, from the first time we met until the last time we visited, he always exclaimed, "Men Wear Boots!" His daughter told me that the family found this to be quite in character with the man they loved, and thanked me for the happiness I brought to his life. She had a pair of boots for him to have on when he was buried. So he was indeed, "buried with his boots on."
Every time I hear the phrase from now on, "Men Wear Boots," or wear those Justin Buckaroos, I will smile and think fondly of F. May my dear friend Rest in Peace (with his boots on).
P.S.: I hope our friends at Justin Brands, along with their marketing and PR/Advertising firms (Balcom and Nuvox), find this post like they found the first one. Nice product! (that is, Great Boots!)
Life is short: show those you love that you love them.
I appealed on my blog for the person who gave me the boots to reveal himself.
... turns out, it was not a reader of this blog, but a gentlemen who I had befriended. F, a dear friend who once owned and operated a western store in Oklahoma, but moved "back East" to be closer to his family, was my thoughtful gift-giver.
Dear F was invited, but did not attend, our annual Thanksgiving open house and pot-luck dinner this past November. I really wanted him to come, but he was not feeling well, and said that he couldn't get out. I brought him "a plate" of goodies from the Thanksgiving feast on the Friday after the event, and he couldn't have been happier. But he said that he still wasn't feeling well, and was not sure he could eat much. I also brought him a small snip of mistletoe, which he so fondly remembered from his days in Oklahoma. He had me hang it in a door frame for him.
Last year, he was the hit of the party when he walked in our door and gave me a pair of boots along with his happy greeting, "Men Wear Boots!" I was shocked, tearful, and so happy. What a great man. So thoughtful. So caring. So kind.
I went to visit him for a short time in early December, just to say "hello" and share some time. You see, his family who lives nearby did not visit very often. I was sad that he was so lonely, and wanted to see more of his family which was the reason he moved here in the first place. While I often did handyman work for him, this time he didn't need anything done. He just wanted company. Often, I'll "invent" a handyman reason to drop by a senior pal's home, when I know what they really need is some attention. (Though a leaky faucet or broken switch can stand being repaired!)
He was perky and funny and we had a great time visiting. But he didn't look well. He was drawn, weak, and pale. It was obvious that the winter of his life had set in. We had a longer-than usual conversation. He didn't want to talk about himself, but he wanted me to know that his family was closer now, and visiting more often. He showed me pictures of his grandchildren and the newest addition to his family, a baby great granddaughter. He said that he would have his daughter and grandchildren stand in the door frame under the mistletoe, and he would kiss them. He was so happy. I would say he was serene. What a joy. (I tell 'ya, though, I was emotional and tearful, but in a good way -- to see my friend so happy.)
I continued to check in with him by phone. We usually talked about boots but also we talked about a lot of other things. I realized that during one of our conversations, I had mentioned the new line of Justin Buckaroo boots. He said that he was not familiar with the boots, since he got out of the business years ago. But man, it was obvious that he listened and remembered well.
I called him for a usual "checkup" call on Monday. No answer. I thought perhaps he was busy or not at home, so I tried back on Tuesday. I wanted to tell him about the boots that mysteriously showed up! I thought he would enjoy knowing that I got them. When Tuesday's call wasn't answered either, I became concerned. I called a few of his neighbors, who said that they had not seen him.
On Wednesday, I knocked on his door. No answer. I left a note. Yesterday, his daughter called me. I was saddened to learn that my friend died last week. I didn't know. She told me that as she and her family were going through my friend's things, a box was delivered -- those Justin Buckaroos. It was my friend's daughter who dropped the box off at my door. My friend had told her that he had ordered the boots for me.
His family had a short memorial service for him last night, and I was able to go. I'm glad that at least I was able to pay my last respects to a marvelously funny, witty, kind gentleman. I wore a suit -- and those Justin Buckaroos. They looked great with dark pants over them.
Every time my friend saw me, from the first time we met until the last time we visited, he always exclaimed, "Men Wear Boots!" His daughter told me that the family found this to be quite in character with the man they loved, and thanked me for the happiness I brought to his life. She had a pair of boots for him to have on when he was buried. So he was indeed, "buried with his boots on."
Every time I hear the phrase from now on, "Men Wear Boots," or wear those Justin Buckaroos, I will smile and think fondly of F. May my dear friend Rest in Peace (with his boots on).
P.S.: I hope our friends at Justin Brands, along with their marketing and PR/Advertising firms (Balcom and Nuvox), find this post like they found the first one. Nice product! (that is, Great Boots!)
Life is short: show those you love that you love them.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Surprise Boots -- An Act of Kindness
I blogged about Justin Bent Rail Buckaroo boots on December 5, 2009, when I took a poll among blog visitors to determine which pair of boots to get next. The choices were blue Nocona ostrich cowboy boots or Justin "Bent Rail" buckaroo boots. The Justin boots didn't win the poll. I like the boots, but I didn't buy them and was debating about buying them at some time in the future.When I arrived home on the afternoon of Monday, January 4, I saw a box at my doorstep. The Justin boots were inside it. The return address was the Justin Boot factory in Texas. There was nothing inside the box such as a note or packing list or anything that would tell me who sent the boots.
I asked my partner and my brother-in-heart, AZ, if either of them gave me the boots. They responded with almost the same words: "give you another pair of boots? Are you nuts? You have too many!"I dunno. Is it possible to have too many boots?
I digress. I am deeply appreciative of the time and trouble that someone went through to get these boots for me, anonymously. What a terrific act of kindness! Acts of Kindness in any form -- from sharing a smile, sending a card, giving a gift, or helping someone -- brighten lives and let someone know he or she is appreciated, loved, and cared for.
I definitely will enjoy this wonderful pair of boots. I put them with a pair of Wrangler jeans, and then wore them to work with dress slacks. They feel and look great!
THANK YOU, OH ANONYMOUS ONE! (You know how to find me if you wish to reveal yourself in some way).
Thanks to my dear friend, Kevin, for helping me with this blog post! He always knows just what to say -- especially on those very rare occasions when I am at a loss for words.
Life is short: enjoy those unexpected surprises!
Update: I am glad to see that our friends at Justin Brands, along with at least two of their marketing and PR/Advertising firms (Balcom and Nuvox) have found this post. I hope you have enjoyed it.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Still Believing
This is my Christmas greeting, and to all of my fellow bloggers, blog visitors, friends, neighbors here in the Maryland area or Down Under or in between, I extend my heartfelt wishes for a joyous holiday and good cheer.
Last year I got spiritual and whimsical when I reflected on the meaning of this holiday and my small role in this world by saying, "I Believe." Well, that's true -- as true last year as it is this year.
I am very fortunate to have many wonderful things in my life: a loving and caring partner who means the world to me; a large and raucous family who hold me close and keep me grounded; close friends who lift my spirits and support me, no matter what; a decent job that keeps me engaged, challenged, and pays the bills; no debt; a roof over my head that I put there with my own two hands and support of my partner; a chance to put the roof over the heads of seven other families who serve the residents of the county where I live; food in the fridge and pantry; a Harley on which to have fun; and opportunities to serve others.
I would not say that "I have it all." I am not rich in a financial sense. I get by, make ends meet, and get the bills paid. But I am rich in the quality of people who compose my circle; rich with the belief that I have and I can make a small but noticeable difference -- one person at a time. I have faith.
I just gazed over at my partner as I was writing this, and my faith deepened because he looks so serene and happy. I then glance over at my twin brother, who is holding his wife's hand and just gave me a wink and a smile. I am content. The most important people in the world to me are here with me, and it makes me feel wonderful.
I quote once again from my favourite movie which is shown at Christmastime in the U.S., It's a Wonderful Life. I was watching it again while writing this message, and heard the familiar line from Clarence who served as George's guardian angel on his night of crisis:
Strange, isn't it? Each man's life touches so many other lives. When he isn't around he leaves an awful hole, doesn't he?
That's my point: each of us touches so many others. I believe that in those moments when we reach out to touch another -- send a greeting, give a call, lend a hand, flash a smile -- that we are filling that hole. One person, one step at a time.
Yes, I believe. This is the faith by which I live.
Merry Christmas! See you in the blogosphere!
Last year I got spiritual and whimsical when I reflected on the meaning of this holiday and my small role in this world by saying, "I Believe." Well, that's true -- as true last year as it is this year.
I am very fortunate to have many wonderful things in my life: a loving and caring partner who means the world to me; a large and raucous family who hold me close and keep me grounded; close friends who lift my spirits and support me, no matter what; a decent job that keeps me engaged, challenged, and pays the bills; no debt; a roof over my head that I put there with my own two hands and support of my partner; a chance to put the roof over the heads of seven other families who serve the residents of the county where I live; food in the fridge and pantry; a Harley on which to have fun; and opportunities to serve others.
I would not say that "I have it all." I am not rich in a financial sense. I get by, make ends meet, and get the bills paid. But I am rich in the quality of people who compose my circle; rich with the belief that I have and I can make a small but noticeable difference -- one person at a time. I have faith.
I just gazed over at my partner as I was writing this, and my faith deepened because he looks so serene and happy. I then glance over at my twin brother, who is holding his wife's hand and just gave me a wink and a smile. I am content. The most important people in the world to me are here with me, and it makes me feel wonderful.
I quote once again from my favourite movie which is shown at Christmastime in the U.S., It's a Wonderful Life. I was watching it again while writing this message, and heard the familiar line from Clarence who served as George's guardian angel on his night of crisis:
Strange, isn't it? Each man's life touches so many other lives. When he isn't around he leaves an awful hole, doesn't he?
That's my point: each of us touches so many others. I believe that in those moments when we reach out to touch another -- send a greeting, give a call, lend a hand, flash a smile -- that we are filling that hole. One person, one step at a time.
Yes, I believe. This is the faith by which I live.
Merry Christmas! See you in the blogosphere!
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Fun in the Snow
My buddy Clay claims that I'm always out saving the world. No, not really. Okay, during the cleanup from our recent record-breaking snowstorm, my snow blower got more use than it ever has since we have owned it. I'm glad that's all over.
My partner was able to get out and drive to Pittsburgh to pick up his mother. They return later today. Last night, my twin brother and his wife arrived a bit bedraggled and jet lagged from Europe, but they're here safely with us and I am looking forward to spending Christmas with him, his wife, my mother-in-law, and of course, my wonderful partner.
I had a little time to go play in our snow during some "me time" yesterday afternoon. Two videos below attest. Happy winter! Happy snow!
My partner was able to get out and drive to Pittsburgh to pick up his mother. They return later today. Last night, my twin brother and his wife arrived a bit bedraggled and jet lagged from Europe, but they're here safely with us and I am looking forward to spending Christmas with him, his wife, my mother-in-law, and of course, my wonderful partner.
I had a little time to go play in our snow during some "me time" yesterday afternoon. Two videos below attest. Happy winter! Happy snow!
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Annual Thanksgiving Piano Tune
In response to a request (thanks, Roland) and while two turkeys are roasting, I had a little time to do my annual "Happy Thanksgiving in Boots and Leather" piano tune video. Very amateur, but the well-wishes are heartfelt. Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!
Update: I've already received a negative comment from a Str8 woman with no sense of humour. Please do what your Momma should have taught you: don't say anything if you haven't a nice thing to say. That's why I review comments before allowing them to be posted on my YouTube channel or on this blog. Negative comments are deleted, and those who attempt to leave negative messages on my YT Channel are blocked. Please, get a life. Relax, and try to enjoy life, not send comments that demonstrate that you are a short-sighted brainless boob -- especially at the holidays!
Update: I've already received a negative comment from a Str8 woman with no sense of humour. Please do what your Momma should have taught you: don't say anything if you haven't a nice thing to say. That's why I review comments before allowing them to be posted on my YouTube channel or on this blog. Negative comments are deleted, and those who attempt to leave negative messages on my YT Channel are blocked. Please, get a life. Relax, and try to enjoy life, not send comments that demonstrate that you are a short-sighted brainless boob -- especially at the holidays!
Memories of Thanksgivings Past
Tomorrow, Thursday November 26, is Thanksgiving Day here in the United States. Traditionally, Thanksgiving is a day for family, food, and football.My first ten Thanksgivings were spent on my mother's family horse ranch in Oklahoma. I remember when I was a kid that family all would gather in the kitchen on Thanksgiving morning. Mom would bake some fresh cinnamon buns and then put a huge turkey in the oven to roast. She would have "assignments" for all of us kids to help prepare the rest of the meal, from appetizers to yams & veggies to pumpkin pie & desserts and everything in between. While our family kitchen wasn't huge, somehow 10 or 20 of us would manage to find a place to "be" in or near the kitchen as we proceeded through the day's rituals. We would talk, joke with each other, laugh, share stories, and continue that bond that made us a family. I remember those days fondly.
When things got too crowded in the kitchen, some of us would go into the parlor and listen to my grandmother play the piano, sing old-style hymns in her soft lilting voice, or listen raptly as she would tell us about life on the Choctaw lands of her youth. Some of the guys would turn on the television to watch football games. That was a big deal, because we didn't have television in rural Oklahoma until 1963. Before that, they would either listen to the radio or go outside and toss the ball around among each other.
For me, not being a football kinda guy, I would saddle up my horse and join some family members for a ride in the soft forest and hills of Kiamichi Country (Southestern Oklahoma.) We would pick mistletoe and listen to the crunch of fallen leaves under the hoofs of our horses or our boots when we got off to water the horses or hike a bit.Yes, I have very fond memories of Thanksgiving in Oklahoma, where I spent every autumn of my childhood while my father was in Europe for his work.
At 3:00, we all would huddle around the telephone in the parlor and listen for my Dad to call. This was a big deal -- a super long-distance call from Europe to rural Oklahoma was not an easy feat. But Dad always made it happen, and took time to speak with each of us and let us know he missed and loved us.
After sharing our call with Dad, the family would gather in the dining room, parlor, or porch to have dinner. Family included my grandmother, my mother's sister and her children, as well as most of my siblings and their spouses (and later, their children). Our challenge was that with such a large family, we all could not be seated at the same table at the same time. There were some years that we had some 40 people gathered for Thanksgiving dinner. However, my family never forced the youngest children to have to sit at the "kids table" away from the others. We had a fair and even method of distributing the seating, so that some years us little kids could be seated at the main table, while other years, we got to toss rolls at or to each other while seated out-of-sight on the service porch. I never felt mistreated just because I was about the youngest child among our clan.
I recall that my grandmother would be asked to say grace, and she would do so in a firm but soft manner. We all would hold hands and when she was through asking for God's Blessings, we then went around the room and each member of the family would be asked to say why they were thankful this year. This process could take a long time, but it was welcome, warmly appreciated, and valued (though the rumbling of stomachs could be heard as the process rolled on, so those toward the end of the Thanksgiving chain were compelled to make it brief.)
I remember one year, in particular, when I was feeling rather left out and ignored that one of my sisters spoke up during our round of Giving Thanks and thanked me -- little guy me -- for doing something for her. I was shocked and amazed, because not an hour earlier we had been engaged in one of those typical sibling rivalry arguments. Her singling me out for thanks really proved to me what family is all about, and that we can forget squabbles and appreciate each other, and love one another. Truly, I was blessed with a wonderful family and I don't forget. I will never forget. I can't forget (they won't let me!)
Things today have changed, morphed, moved, and rearranged. I will blog about this year's Thanksgiving at our home tomorrow. Check back.
Meanwhile, whether you celebrate U.S. Thanksgiving or are from somewhere else in the world where Thanksgiving is not your holiday, I request that you remember to Give Thanks -- to your spouse or partner, your parents and grandparents if still alive, your family, your friends, and to God. There is much to be thankful for, and we should remember that...
Life is short: show those you love that you love them.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Balance: The Company You Keep
If you define balance by the company you keep, then look no further than my sphere of influentials. They truly are the ones who balance my life. They keep me sane, focused, involved, and loved. Who are these life-balancers?
I truly believe that my life is indeed well-balanced because of the company I choose to keep. After all...
Life is short: let those you love show they love you (and love 'em back!)
- My wonderful partner: He stands with me in life and has profoundly improved the "me" I have become. I can not say enough about his qualities of faithfulness, caring, integrity, and ... (this is a G-rated blog.)
- A great family: a large raucous bunch who treat their little brother with respect, dignity, graciousness, and lots of love. Yet they never let my head grow too big; they're very good about keeping me grounded.
- My twin brother: He is in every sense of the word my "bestest friend" and soulmate. We are different men. He loves to wear suits, ties, and dress shoes and I can't stand those things. Other than that, he's pretty cool. (smile).
- My eighth brother, "AZ": He has done so much to pull himself up by his bootstraps and live well where he is now in his life. I admire him so much, for all he does for and with so many. He helps to balance my life by reminding me to take care of me.
- My 94-year-old aunt: She is a warm, wonderful woman who I love dearly, and care for regularly. Her memory is lacking, but her charm is endearing.
- A circle of close friends. I am afraid that if I tried to name all of them, I would forget to mention some, which wouldn't be right. Let's suffice it to say that I am richly blessed with caring, thoughtful, and generous friends who keep me safe, sane, grounded, and who help me in ways too numerous to count. There are those I have known my entire life and some I have met more recently. They listen, they love, they care, and I am indebted to them beyond what mere words can describe.
- Senior buds: they get regular attention and give it back. They have opened my eyes to so many things and help me to remember that life truly can be joyful if we want to make it be that way.
- Fellow motorcycle riders: they give me a chance to have a break from the chores and endless errands to get out and enjoy the scenery and camaraderie of fellow enthusiasts.
I truly believe that my life is indeed well-balanced because of the company I choose to keep. After all...
Life is short: let those you love show they love you (and love 'em back!)
Friday, June 12, 2009
Balance: Life Activities
My fellow blogger buddy, Tef, pointed out in a post on his blog on June 11 about how he is taking some time to do some things that he enjoys during a prolonged break, which he titled "recuperation." He described that doing these things helps to bring balance to his life, and keeps him sane. He described content of my blog posts and stated that I have a balanced life. Thanks, man, what a compliment! I am honored, truly.
Sometimes I really wonder how balanced my life is. I presume it depends on how one defines "balance."
If you define balance by looking at the variety of things that I do and the people with whom I interact, then I guess you can say that my life is fairly well-balanced.
I have a full-time management position with a well-respected non-profit organization based in Washington, DC. The work challenges me every day, and requires superb skills of balancing time and schedules, responsiveness to staff, and tedium with financial accounting. But I love it. Great place to work, great staff, terrific intellectual stimulation.
But wait... there's more! My life outside of work is, um, "rather full."
Being involved in my community as a civic leader has defined, at least for me, what "civic duty" means. It is not always fun. It sometimes is tedious and tiring. It has taught me how to remain calm and build consensus. Ultimately, this volunteer work makes our home, our community, and our state a better place to live, work, raise a family, and enjoy life.
Caring for seniors is a joy, not a responsibility. Sure, there are times I feel overwhelmed or stretched, but I look at it this way: isn't it nice to be in demand? Tools and smiles are on the way....
Keeping up our home and the rental properties I own is a non-ending set of ongoing tasks. Sometimes I feel overwhelmed by that, too, but it all works out, eventually, even with competing demands for my time.
Blogging, maintaining my websites, reading (yes, I actually do read real books, at least one a week), playing political wonk, etc., etc., occupy a lot of my time as well. These activities also bring balance my life through diversity of activities.
Getting a chance to go swimming or for a long walk does not happen nearly as much as it should, but I enjoy those activities as well.
Writing letters to elected officials, public agencies, and private companies to lodge concerns, complaints, or suggest actions is something I do often. Call me "rent-a-kvetch," where the rent is free for the satisfaction of resolving a pesky problem or advocating for a good idea.
In summary, I presume that one can say that my life is balanced, while others may say that it is out of control. However you measure it, I often think to myself (and discuss this with my partner and brother) that the activities I do are not to win affection nor to win titles or certificates of achievement, but rather to exercise what is to me a very spiritual thing: to provide service without expectation of reward or compensation. That's my "life calling," as taught to me by my parents, demonstrated to me by them and my mentors, supported by my partner, and carried out by me each day.
Life is short: show those you love that you love them, and remember to smile each time you do! ... and tune in tomorrow to this same blog channel for the second in the series on balance: people!
Sometimes I really wonder how balanced my life is. I presume it depends on how one defines "balance."
If you define balance by looking at the variety of things that I do and the people with whom I interact, then I guess you can say that my life is fairly well-balanced.
I have a full-time management position with a well-respected non-profit organization based in Washington, DC. The work challenges me every day, and requires superb skills of balancing time and schedules, responsiveness to staff, and tedium with financial accounting. But I love it. Great place to work, great staff, terrific intellectual stimulation.
But wait... there's more! My life outside of work is, um, "rather full."
Being involved in my community as a civic leader has defined, at least for me, what "civic duty" means. It is not always fun. It sometimes is tedious and tiring. It has taught me how to remain calm and build consensus. Ultimately, this volunteer work makes our home, our community, and our state a better place to live, work, raise a family, and enjoy life.
Caring for seniors is a joy, not a responsibility. Sure, there are times I feel overwhelmed or stretched, but I look at it this way: isn't it nice to be in demand? Tools and smiles are on the way....
Keeping up our home and the rental properties I own is a non-ending set of ongoing tasks. Sometimes I feel overwhelmed by that, too, but it all works out, eventually, even with competing demands for my time.
Blogging, maintaining my websites, reading (yes, I actually do read real books, at least one a week), playing political wonk, etc., etc., occupy a lot of my time as well. These activities also bring balance my life through diversity of activities.
Getting a chance to go swimming or for a long walk does not happen nearly as much as it should, but I enjoy those activities as well.
Writing letters to elected officials, public agencies, and private companies to lodge concerns, complaints, or suggest actions is something I do often. Call me "rent-a-kvetch," where the rent is free for the satisfaction of resolving a pesky problem or advocating for a good idea.
In summary, I presume that one can say that my life is balanced, while others may say that it is out of control. However you measure it, I often think to myself (and discuss this with my partner and brother) that the activities I do are not to win affection nor to win titles or certificates of achievement, but rather to exercise what is to me a very spiritual thing: to provide service without expectation of reward or compensation. That's my "life calling," as taught to me by my parents, demonstrated to me by them and my mentors, supported by my partner, and carried out by me each day.
Life is short: show those you love that you love them, and remember to smile each time you do! ... and tune in tomorrow to this same blog channel for the second in the series on balance: people!
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Smilin' Biker
I am always a sucker for a smile on anyone, but especially my family and friends. Recently, I "accused" my buddy Clay of not smiling in a series of photos he had posted on the Internet. I have seen his smile before, so I kidded with him about being so serious.The same day this email exchange was bantering back and forth between us and among some other buddies, I had to go on some quick visits to some of my senior buds after work. It was pleasant, so I used my Harley to go on these visits, dressed as shown. Quarterly estimated income tax payments are due soon, so it was time to help my friends make out the checks and get their respective payments in the mail to Uncle Sam and the state.
To each and every senior bud I visited, I shared a huge warm smile and a hug. One of them made me laugh by saying with a return grin, "I never saw anyone who was always so happy -- and even when paying taxes, yet!"
When I got home from these visits, I asked my partner to take a picture of me. I especially wore a big smile. It was my intention to hold the photo to post for Clay sometime. But he beat me to it with a series of very nice photos, all of him with huge grins that he said that I inspired. Bless him.
I am glad that I coaxed a smile out of him. He is a warm, thoughtful, and humourous man who I am proud to call my "booted twin." The smile I am wearing in this photo is for him, and for all others who I know and don't know.
Remember what I quote often, by H. Jackson Brown: Today, give a stranger one of your smiles. It might be the only sunshine he sees all day.
And here's another one I recently found that I like:
A smile is the light in the window of your face that tells people you're at home.
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