I asked my son what the main thing you wanted for Christmas was and you told me Doggy Poop then clarified “fake doggy poop.” That made me laugh, especially because I had fake doggy poop when I was a kid. How did I know about fake doggy poop you ask? Well, the only advertising that really reached kids when I was your age was on the Saturday morning cartoons and they wouldn’t advertise things like that. But in the back of a Magazine called Boys’ Life Magazine which could be found at the library there were all sorts of interesting things advertised in the back of it. It looked like this:
It is 7:23 on Sunday morning. The household is still asleep which is rare for this time but there is a 80% chance someone will wake up and be in the living room before 7:45 so I’m not left much time.
I love the quiet of the morning. I also love this time of year but I really miss the snow. Now everyone knows I like a nice ambiance and in the morning usually have my TV fireplace with its crackling and accompanied quiet soundtrack as well as my Amish fireplace going. My wife also bought some electric candles from Costco also have added a nice element to my beautiful mornings. So, for this season I went ahead and bought two DVDs of winter scenes, snow falling the the forest and things like that. Since we’ll never have snow at least I can have my TV creating a scene which my windows will not.
It is 4:37 AM on November 18th, 2018. I’m in Dallas Texas for the start of our annual sales training meeting which runs through Friday. Today is also my son’s birthday and I’m bummed I cannot be there.
I woke up early for Dallas and very early for California time. The reason is I didn’t sleep well the night before in anticipation for this trip so went to bed very early last night. It is so quiet now and I wonder if I should try and get a little more sleep before my alarm goes off at 6 AM.
Won’t You Be My Neighbor?
I finally was able to watch this documentary on a flight today and it made me realize how necessary Fred’s message of love, for being just the way you are, is in our current climate. For people of my generation we look back fondly on Mr. Rogers as it reminds us of the joy of childhood and when climbing trees, playing games, taking a trip to the pool and making new friends were the important things. It was when we found the news boring and for “old people.” It was also before the networks tapped into our worst emotions and persuaded us to start disliking each other based on whatever issue might push buttons.
It is 5:23 AM on Tuesday November 27th. I’m at the airport on my way to another sales training. These trainings aren’t bad but I don’t really like having them right after the Thanksgiving holiday. The first is that it will cause me to miss my son’s birthday. The second is that it hangs over my head during Thanksgiving weekend.