On Thursday May 14, I was invited by some of my motorcycle riding buddies to join a ride scheduled for Saturday, May 16. I asked who was leading the ride and where they were going to go.
Those questions led to further probing… these guys were going to ride to an “open” Maryland county and do things that would make me feel very …
I strive to lead a gentle life and be kind. That has been my guiding principle or “life value” as long as I can remember. Even before I remember learning what kindness was, my family told me that I just was. Kind.
Here are some thoughts from personal insights and reflection…
As we approach Christmas, things are winding down at work and at home, we’re preparing a run-up to family gatherings. For me, booted, of course!
What boots for what occasions at work and at home?
I received an email from someone who stumbled upon this blog. The subject line for the message was “pride.” The writer commented that…
When you were in high school, did they conduct a vote for “senior superlatives,” such as “most likely to”… succeed; end up in jail; have more than four children; earn more than a million dollars; be elected mayor; etc.?
They did in my high school. Back then, I was chosen as the most likely to…
As my spouse has been saying, “it’s been a wasted summer.” With all the travel to Pittsburgh for his mother’s health situation, we have not had any time for any fun.
Yesterday, the sun and stars aligned and I jumped for it…
I was reading a blog post written by a motorcop in California. He has been writing his blog for seven years, as long as I have been blogging, too. He observed over time that:
If you look back over the seven years of the life of this blog, you are likely to read a very cynical man’s perspective on the world. “Cynical” is a kindness, by the way. There was a season in there where “Angry” is more apropos.
Further, he said that he began reading about leadership, the Bible, fiction and non-fiction. Like me, he arrived at the conclusion that…
Today, I am delighted that I have the best Christmas present ever… under my covers, not the tree.
Sorry, I really don’t have time to write a more substantial blog post today. Busy preparing for our “no senior goes hungry or lonely” feastival that we are hosting.
So I wish all my U.S. readers a very Happy Thanksgiving, and thank everyone, no matter where you are from, for being a loyal follower of this blog and my ramblings.Life is short: share joy.
Sunday started out as a typical day for me. I rose before dawn, tied on my Chippewa hikers, and went for a long walk with my senior walking pal. When I returned home and after I showered, my spouse was still resting. I let him sleep.
By 0800, he was awake, and I prepared his favorite four-flour gluten-free waffle. After breakfast, assured that he was okay, I picked up three senior pals to take them grocery shopping.
All of my pals are concerned about me. One of them has a son who is a local motorcop. Apparently she called him, and soon thereafter he called me. “Hey, Mr. Sunshine (reference to my usual bright disposition) — I’m coming over in 30 minutes on my Harley and you’re following me on yours to the most awesome place. Don’t say no, and no questions. Just be ready.”