My poor ol’ spouse is having quite a time in ‘da ‘Burgh dealing with his mother. The tenor of his phone calls has been quite sad. <\/p>\n
I sent him two care packages by overnight express. I hope, at least a little bit, he will have things he requested and a little solace.<\/p>\n
Meanwhile, back at the ranch…
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\n…I returned to work in my office. While busy, I find the routine comforting. I know what I’m doing and have plenty to keep me busy and my mind temporarily off the trials that my spouse is going through, bless his soul.<\/p>\n
There’s a new kid in the office… mid 20’s I suppose. He is eager to make his mark. He has been wearing a suit every day… three weeks now in the dead of summer. I have been gently encouraging him to relax a bit, but he wants to impress others. Spiffy shined (ugly) dress shoes, pressed slacks, shirt, tie & jacket… bleccchhhh. <\/p>\n
He spent some time in my office today while I was explaining some procedures. He noticed that I had a picture on my desk of my boss seated behind me on my Harley when I took the boss to lunch one day last summer. The new guy asked, “do you ride a motorcycle? Is that you and (boss’ name?)”<\/p>\n
Me: Yep to both questions.<\/p>\n
Him: Wow, what kind of motorcycle?<\/p>\n
Me: A Harley.<\/p>\n
Him: Awesome! (Why is it that almost every superlative from millennials is “awesome?”)<\/p>\n
Me: I enjoy riding it for my commute to and from work.<\/p>\n
Him: You mean you ride it to work? Doesn’t it cause your clothes to get dirty? You wear boots to work? (with an incredulous tone)<\/p>\n
Me: (I pulled up my pants leg a little bit and pointed to my Chippewa harness boots on my feet) Yep, every day — boots always, and the Harley when it isn’t raining. And no, my clothes don’t get dirty.<\/p>\n
Him: (wheels turning in his head) … I’m not sure if I could do that.<\/p>\n
Me: Do what? Ride a motorcycle to work?<\/p>\n
Him: No … wear boots to the office.<\/p>\n
Oh boy, I’ve got some educatin’ to do!<\/p>\n
Life is short: wear boots to the office.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
My poor ol’ spouse is having quite a time in ‘da ‘Burgh dealing with his mother. The tenor of his phone calls has been quite sad. I sent him two care packages by overnight express. I hope, at least a … Continue reading