Jul 27 2016

Baby it’s not cold outside


It’s Wednesday and maybe today will be a little cooler than the weekend. Perhaps a storm or two will lower the temperature a bit.

Either that or increase the humidity.

In spite of the little girl singing Jingle Bells in Food Lion yesterday, it’s not Christmas time.

It’s been pretty miserable. But yes, I still prefer this to winter.

Here’s what I’m thinking. My calendar tells me that in just about ten days I’ll be parking my ample behind in a beach chair in the sand.

Oh, how I need that.

For reasons that I don’t need to expound upon here, we didn’t have a beach week last summer. I didn’t have the week to clear the cobwebs out of the brain. To just sit and soak up the sun and let the ocean breeze blow away the cares of the day…or the year.

We’ve had years before when we didn’t make it to the beach. But I’d long forgotten how significant the impact is.

I need that time away.

I’ve perhaps talked about it some, but it’s been a stressful year. A busy year and good on many fronts. But the impact of not having that break, that respite, that week long of drinks with tiny umbrellas…

I digress.

We all need the chance to get away when we can. Our preference is to go to the beach because we can leave things behind.

I will not be taking my laptop. I will be taking the iPad to do some writing, but no significant projects. And I have a stack of books, and yes coloring books (don’t judge) to occupy the rest of my time.

I may get to them. I may not.

I probably shouldn’t be writing about the beach so soon. I mean I still have to get through the next week and a half which includes a good deal of money-spending not related to the beach and…wait for it…a root canal.

Don’t even ask me about the day job.

Just. Don’t.

Still, I can look ahead.

You'll need it soon enough. Click the pic.

You’ll need it soon enough. Click the pic.

What I don’t know is whether you’ll have the chance to experience the daily brilliance that you’re so used to finding here. I am hoping to pre-post some articles for the week but I won’t be blogging from the beach. You may choose to follow me on Instagram for the requisite sunrise and #eveningcup posts.

Are you getting a break this summer? Do you take your break in the fall? In the spring?

Are you one of those families that takes off for the ski resorts? I just don’t get it.

You may not like the beach. It’s okay. You have a First Amendment right to be abnormal.

Regardless of whether you prefer beach or mountains or something else that break away from the routine is important. You can’t always travel but sometimes there’s need for a “staycation” which I think is a silly term, but I get the point.

I’m not staycationing this summer other than to have my ample behind stay on the beach as much as possible.

In fact, that week at the beach is pretty much my only break since I’m working weekends, and writing in the evenings.

It’s a plan. And it’s a pretty good one. I’m not complaining.




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Jul 26 2016

I Ain’t Lion


A lion does not ask permission before he eats a zebra.
Lions cannot talk and zebras will not listen.

President Frank Underwood, House of Cards

American actor and director Keven Spacey was born on this day in 1959

I’ve been a fan of lions for a long time. I think it mostly started with the reading of the Chronicles of Narnia where the lion Aslan represents the Christ-life figure, giving himself for the redemption of others.

‘Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good.

I have a rather small, but important collection of lions. And one day I’ll return, yes I will to the Grand Canyon to purchase that onyx lion that I thought a bit excessive when I was actually in Arizona as a missionary. I’m sure they still have it in stock some 38 years later.

I did splurge on a Successories poster of a lion with this quote:

Every morning in Africa, a gazelle wakes up. It knows it must run faster than the fastest lion or it will be killed…every morning a lion wakes up. It knows it must outrun the slowest gazelle or it will starve to death. It doesn’t matter whether you are a lion or a gazelle…when the sun comes up, you’d better be running.

We all know that I don’t run.

But the point I think here, at least the one I intend to make, is that sometimes what is required is action, not talking, not negotiation.

Read into that any political context you want. I’m not going down that road.

While I haven’t made this particular purchase from Despair.com, I’m inclined to agree with their sentiment that says:

Meetings: Because none of us is as dumb as all of us.

I want that in my day job office because 75% of what I do involves meetings.

I realize that the lions generally win, but I’m with the zebras on this one. I don’t want to listen.

Which probably says more about my day job than I actually should.

That’s okay. There’s a plan. But I’m not talking about it. Too much, anyway.

Well, except to get back to that hitting the ground running part.

Click the picture to order yours.

Click the picture to order yours.

Like I said, I’m not a runner.

Still, I don’t stop. I can’t stop.

I can’t stop working toward the goals, not matter how far in the distance they may be.

That allusive retirement goal has been moved down the field more than a couple of times. But it’s still there.

Maybe when the book is done it will get Oprah’s attention and I can hit that retirement line sooner. Maybe not.

Maybe Publisher’s Clearing House will call and I won’t need to worry about book sales. Maybe not.

What I know is that I can’t sit around waiting for those to happen because without my input, they’re not going to.

I’m getting a bit rambly here, but this is what I’m talking about.

There are goals out there. It might be a zebra luncheon. It might be retirement.

They may or may not happen today. Or next week.

What we have to do instead is take each day as it comes and get from sunrise to sunset (Casting directors, I could so rock that part).

Whether you’re the lion or the zebra, take each day as it comes and keep moving forward.


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