These past two weekends have been busy. My friend from college Ryan – who I also studied with in France – came to visit. It just so happened that a french friend of his – Sylvain – would be in town at the same time and the first weekend we all went to Napa.
Robin Williams – Make Your Life Spectacular
This video was shared recently by a childhood friend of my sister who has been through one of the worst experiences possible in life. Because it came from her, it made watching this even more profound and has touched me very deeply. So, I wanted to record it here in my journal so I can look back whenever I need to be reminded of its message.
It has been a week full of anxiety. The first was the entire sales organization got an e-mail for a conference call in two hours with the top leadership. I do not recall ever having a conference call with the top leadership and when it is sudden you know there is going to be a significant change.
As is often the case they gave us a high level overview but did not discuss the details. Everyone knows the devil is in the details and those conference calls would be done on a local level; ours was scheduled for the next morning. Therefore, we were all left wondering what was in store throughout the day.
I just realized that Father’s Day is quickly approaching. This is a day that I’ve never felt pertains to me: this is a day for my own dad and always has been; it is not for me.
There is the idea in our society that during holidays we all must buy something, or at least buy a card to send. To be honest, I’m tired of all this mindless buying and gifting. Most have enough stuff already. And it is my opinion that if you think someone would really like a certain gift, go ahead and send it to them, there is no need to wait for some specific occasion to do that.
The current Republican presidential candidate Trump has been spouting off a lot recently about building a wall between the USA and Mexico and suspending immigration from certain countries that ‘have a history of terrorism.’
*I wrote a better post on this subject years ago called Arizona Immigration Law – A Unique Perspective. But you know what, I feel like writing a little more on it and this time to my own descendants.
It is 2:48 PM on Sunday afternoon in the middle of June. I’m sitting on my patio enjoying a very warm, fog free day. The animals seem to be enjoying it as well: there is a red-tailed hawk perched on a very high branch surveying the ocean while small birds chirp and flutter with a bit of nervousness among the trees. The deer were romping just outside the gate; I hadn’t noticed they were there until one bounded away, perhaps they were resting on the flat part?
It is 3:00 PM and I’m at Buffalo Wild Wings. I enjoyed myself the first time I took my laptop to Devil’s Slide Tap Room, had beer, food and wrote in the journal so thought I’d do it again. I thought it might be crowded but the place only has a few people in it and I could choose a table in the back where I could write in peace. I’m not wearing my headphones because the music is pretty loud in here.
One of my favorite Hobbit quotes:
‘I come from under the hill, and under the hills and over the hills my paths led. And through the air. I am he that walks unseen. I am the clue-finder, the web-cutter, the stinging fly. I was chosen for the lucky number. I am he that buries his friends alive and drowns them and draws them alive again from the water. I came from the end of a bag, but no bag went over me. I am the friend of bears and the guest of eagles. I am Ringwinner and Luckwearer; and I am Barrel-rider.’