Grieving and death have overwhelmed me this month. I have lost three close friends and my cat Sweetie, who I left with Matt when I left him in 2018.
My writing may be better because of it. But likewise, my memoir feels irrelevant here at the end of June, the second year into our glorious Covid Pandemic. What a chore to keep up with the pages every morning. Feels like it’s more of a job that still does not pay any bills.
I’m constantly wondering about the death of my mentor and inspirational fiddle teacher David A. Kaynor on June…
Now that I am over 65, and retired from the job of seeking gainful employment, it has dawned on me that most people who might have read any of my resumes and job applications, could not have appreciated the experiences I actually had.
What follows, if resumes could be written as memoirs, is an excerpt from mine.
In 1992, I got my MS in Management from Antioch University. This was a degree in the people side of management. A change agent’s dream. This might seem an odd leap, but I was driven.
I had spent six years bucking packages, wearing…
I think that doing simple tasks like taking the trash out, washing the dishes, and scrubbing the kitchen countertops keeps you humble and grounded in a way. It also supplies you with a sense of accomplishment, and it makes others feel appreciated.
Now I do this because it helps me think. Water play is fun, and I like the way I do it too-- although Virginia Satir said that there are thousands of ways to do dishes. I do mine as if I've had to carry this water five miles up the mountain where we led our1974 Cave Research Foundation expedition in Costa Rica.
One thing that would disappear, if we already knew everything about everybody is the worrisome adage — What Would The Neighbors Think? Nothing describes ricochet reasoning like this little guilt-trip. In a world where we already know what Mr. & Ms. Neighbors think, there would be no point in telling a story.
Because if they had they observed me and Richard out by that construction dumpster the other day, chatting, or maybe re-kindling something we had going when we parted 50 years ago — they would already know the full story.
Here’s what this state of All-Knowing-ness would reveal.
It’s about time we rated these businesses fairly — and told them what-for!
“Good site. Easy order.” Read the auto filled prompt from my most recent online purchase. This is a perfect example of total 360 degree feedback grade inflation quality survey design. It kills me how far outta bounds these purchase follow-ups have gotten.
I am in the middle of returning items from another purchase. I need a larger size, XL for the L that fit like M, 100% cotton, and will likely shrink. I am 5'9' and weigh 140 pounds. But I don’t like my leggings to fit…
The price of silver goes up and down but that does not affect the value it has added to my lifeline. In the January that I was born, silver cost $.85 an ounce. Today as the birthdays of my siblings Emily and Tom finish out the same month now in 2021, the price of silver is $27.18. I guess that demonstrates the time value of money, the wisdom of investing in silver, and what my parents were up to in the deep winter months in our village in southwest Ohio.
Wherever you see this shiny white, semi-precious element, please know…
Nothing made me laugh today.
Not the fact that I am painting my apartment and one more coat on the living room and hallway would mean there would only be one more week to go.
Not the quick trip I was going to make to the Bureau of Motor Vehicles to get in line at 7:45 for an eight o’clock opening and Google Maps sent me wandering the neighborhood behind a deserted mall.
Not the gal waiting outside in front with me with Superman pajama bottom pants and scuffing in honest to gosh slippers on this 34 degree morning.
If I’ve learned one powerful lesson during my 65 years on this planet, it is to lead by emphasizing the symbolic. Celebrations reinforce the meaning of an event. New Years is no different. The cave people of our imaginations, holding clubs, fur skins draped diagonally over their shoulders, tending a smoky fire, dragging home a whole carcass to eat for a week, they probably did not know as much. On the flip side, symbolism, like religion or theatre, could have been their most used leadership paradigm before the formation of complex organizations. I am reflecting on meaning, in light of…
I just sent you a care package. It includes our old game Pandemic you requested. It was fun getting that from you, Christmas 2013, after you started at University of Vermont. I’m glad of that scholarship for your grades, your Computer Science major, a Teaching Assistantship, that self-evolving robot project. I hope Artificial Intelligence, Economics, and your game theory interests prove useful since Covid-19 has hit us so hard.
Covid-19, is your golden chance to demonstrate what risk-taking can do to build your virtual community capacity. We all need confidence, opportunity, and responsibility. My parents called taking a…
You’d Better Watch Out! They say it’s a war on North American Christmas, but I think this holiday has needed pruning for a long time.
Singing the simple tune Oh Tannenbaum on December 24 has evolved into what we have nowadays. An airbag-style inflation of the hype to buy. Most know this. Commercial Christmas ambushes me the day Trick-Or-Treaters leave my porch guarded by one lonely pumpkin, sagging with a moldy, but still toothy grin. I never look forward to the next season.
The Christmases I experience, each one almost one too painful to acknowledge, is flavored with kindergarten perplexity…