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The Return Of Spring

I have to admit that I am a lover of all things Fall and Winter.

I was born in winter; Christmas happens in winter. Many of my several people were born in winter.

And also, I live in the southern United States, so it is unbearably and miserably hot for most of Spring, all of Summer, most of Fall, and sometimes even in Winter.

I’m not a fan of the warm months that fashion magazines advertise as “so amazing” and “can’t wait for” them to come. I call horseshit.

But, there are about four days that are absolutely gorgeous in Spring, here in the South, before it is hot enough to fry eggs on the sidewalk.

And I am so lucky to have had time to go walk around in this beautiful weather this morning.

It’s about 64F , bright sun, and a little breeze. People are out cutting grass, and the scent of the chopped blades fragrance the breeze.

It’s the Spring (or is it still technically Winter?) day of my dreams.

These little purple wildflowers were not here a few weeks ago, but now, here they are, reminding passers by of the colors just waiting to burst from the ground, when Mother Nature gives the OK.

The sky is so beautiful! I could just look at it all day.

Do cherry blossoms grow in Texas? I have no idea what kind of tree this is; whatever it is, it’s gorgeous.

What is going on in your part of the world?

What beauty have you seen today?

Until tomorrow my friends…

Trying Something New

Do you cook meat a lot?

I don’t.

This evening, I decided to try to make a Cuban something or other pork shoulder.

I was pleasantly surprised by how great it turned out, especially since I did not at all follow the recipe and my meat thermometer didn’t work so I had to guess as to when the meat was done.

I got this piece of pork shoulder from Whole Foods. It wasn’t the cost of a pound of scallops aka super expensive, but it was definitely more costly than bone in chicken thighs.

I had this with a bit of rice and some corn succatash. I basically used all of my patience to make the pork, so I threw canned corn in a skillet and seasoned it and melted some butter and pow, good enough.

A slab of meat is nice to cook because there’s enough to eat tomorrow, too. I’m pleasantly surprised. I really feel like an oven master.

What’s the last new recipe you’ve tried?

Until tomorrow my friends…

Coffee House Chronicles

A dose of unnecessary foolishness, thanks to my local Starbucks.

Children are Horrible

There’s a teacher sitting at the bar, staring out the window in between slow clicks, as he pecks away at his laptop. He is grading papers.

Two of his students entered the coffee shop and he talked to him, with high energy and genuine enthusiasm about seeing them during Spring Break. The male child cringed and only gave two word answers. The female child looked confused and said nothing. When I was a teacher, kids used to like teachers. Modern children are awful! Ha! Poor guy!

Loud Talkers are Horrible

There was a young woman, taking a phone call, talking seemingly as loud as possible, in Spanish, holding the phone with one ear, a handheld mirror with one hand, and a mascara wand with the other hand. I secretly hope that her mascara melts off! GOSH lady! Lower your voice!

Extra Long Socks are Horrible

Guys wearing extra long socks with trainers. What is this? 1970? Who is this? Wilt Chamberlain? GOSH!

Wooden Chairs are Horrible

I have been here for about 3 hours. I guess the fact that my butt hurts is 100% my fault.

Until tomorrow, my friends…

People are Weird

I work as a training and development consultant. Today, I was at a client’s office, directing a training video and photography shoot. I needed to tell one of the employees to look at a screen, and I accidentally grabbed his arm to get his attention. I immediately apologized and he responded, rather gleefully, “I am a Latin man. We are not offended easily.”

I smiled kind of awkwardly and then he went on to say: “It’s International Women’s Day! Grab whatever you want!”

Hmmmm….

I knew exactly what he meant and I understood that he was just being friendly, and trying to make me feel more comfortable about my goof. I knew that he was not trying to be a creep or Harry Weinstein type.

But still, that was pretty hilarious. Perhaps I should have quoted the current American president and asked if I could grab him by the…well, of course I won’t quote the current American president.

Weird things seemingly always happen to me. It makes life pretty interesting though; I have to admit.

Until tomorrow my friends…

Spotting Meaning

If you’re an average American worker like me, chances are pretty good that you feel your work is pretty meaningless.

I, too, feel the pain and confusion of a meaningless existence most days.

But, there’s one thing that I do that I take very seriously and provides meaning to my life sometimes: teaching.

I’ve taught different people from different places in the world all different things. It’s rewarding so I keep falling back into it.

I think I’m well suited for teaching because I leave my ego outside the classroom.

My ego is substantial, so I have to leave it in the attic just to have enough space for it, but wherever it is, I don’t let it go with me into the classroom.

It’s kind of a relief and leaves me with enough mental space to care about the students and how well they’re learning. I take that part very seriously.

What do you take seriously? Does anything give your life a spark of meaning?

Until tomorrow my friends…

Having a Bad Day?

I lost about six hours of work this morning.

Tech support could not help me retrieve the file.

I took a wrong turn trying to get to WhataBurger (for stress relief chicken strips).

The drive thru attendant only gave me three ice cubes.

My tea was too sweet.

I’m on the way to a long meeting with a client and now have substantially less work to show (see reason #1 above).

It’s kind of a poo day. But, my car and body are still running and I didn’t break down in the drive thru lane.

Things can be worse and some days it’ll be your turn to be stuck in the broken down car.

Get your ass out and push!

And be thankful when it’s your turn to be in the car that is running.

How’s your day going?

Until tomorrow my friends…