2020-06-25 — Better Not Be What I Think They Are

Hola, my wonderful peopleses. 😊 I hope that as you begin reading today’s post that the post finds you with a smile on your face and peace in your heart. 😊

I’m not sure quite how it happens that I keep getting to bed so late. 🙃 It was a busy work day, but it wasn’t that busy. I feel like I should have been able to be in bed hours ago. I only piddled around on four cars today, not even really doing any paying jobs on my own; and yet… here I am, 12:34 in the morning, and it’s not like I’ve been wasting time today: The only non-working time I’ve had today was helping one of my assistants pick out tools for (for probably 40 minutes), running to the grocery store to buy my AutoZone peeps some popsicles and candy to cool and sweeten them up on a hot day (probably about 30 minutes). And of course I ate dinner (15 minutes or so… peanut butter and jelly burritos and a whole pineapple 🙃), ate lunch at Subway (30 minutes), went on my run (17ish minutes today), and got myself current on the news (30 minutes?). But the rest of the day… it was work. Work work work. I guess it was just a different type of work at a different speed–not frantic at all, which was nice… more busybody-type stuff. Parts returns, looking for parts, quotes, advice, scheduling, etc.

Anyway, moving on… so… I’m reminded of a comedy bit from Bill Engvall about warning labels, the below about Preparation H:

“You know somebody sent them a letter. “Dear, Preparation H. I ate this whole dang tube. I still got these hemorrhoids. Man, my mouth’s so small, I can’t eat a jellybean anymore. But I can whistle really good.”

Why am I reminded of that comedy bit? Yeah… ugh… Let’s just say perhaps I’m feeling a little older today… with what I think I probably thought were old-people medical issues. But… if I have what I think I have, maybe I’ll be able to “whistle really good” in the near future, too. 😎

(sigh)

And now after my recent Amazon purchase for said alphabetical cream, I’m now getting ads for women’s underwear and post partum clothes. 🙃 Should I be happy that the ads people don’t know enough about me to know that I’m male? 😁

Well, anyway… in other news… it has’t rained for quite a while over here. I miss my storms. And the plants miss their water. We might get some rain tomorrow, but you never know in the big NWA. The forecast is about as reliable as… well… you fill in the blank with your favorite unreliable whatever.

Folks, it’s late. It’s 1:05. I need to sign off, so let’s do this thing:

#1. I’m grateful for the health I do have. I have my many nerve issues that are uncomfortable, sometimes painful, and that limit the activities I can do. I have my weird imbalance issue that leaves my body totally messed up if I don’t work really hard to stay well fed and hydrated. I have a host of issues with my body, but you know what? I can still sleep without pain. I can walk. I can lift things. I can run. I can do so many things that others who have different medical/physical limitations can’t do. May I use my increased physical capacity to help those who aren’t as lucky as I am.

#2. I’m grateful to be functioning as well as I have been on a seemingly perpetual lack of sleep. I don’t know how I just keep getting up and keep going so much easier than I used to on this little sleep.

#3. I’m grateful that today was a slower-paced kind of work. It was nice to have.

#4. I’m grateful that all the customers I spaced communicating with yesterday all rescheduled and aren’t angry at all. That’s really nice, and kudos to them for being patient with my overworked, overwhelmed self.

#5. I’m grateful to be making rather quick progress with my financial goals. I’m still not sure how much of what I have the government is going to lay claim to, so I don’t really know how much I have, but I’m making progress toward my goals faster than I’d expected, and that’s been really nice. Big blessing. The faster it comes, the faster I can just fund myself and all my humanitarian hopes if I never do quite get up the courage (if it’s even the right thing to do) to just let go and say “to heck with stability, let’s do this!”

Well, my lovelies. My thumb is healing up quite quickly already. That’s nice. What was a pretty nasty gash yesterday looks pretty pedestrian today, so that’s fabulous.

Add another day to all my totals. I’m over two weeks now with no premeditated swearing, so that’s pretty awesome. Fliers have become rare now, but are still present. I think I’ve actually decided not to challenge myself to keep track of the “no fliers either” count because that’s simply a recipe for unneeded discouragement. If I’m with it enough to keep the premeditated ones out, then the fliers will gradually get fewer and fewer and fewer on their own because I’ll be regularly focusing on using different language. Fliers, by definition, are ones I didn’t even have time to think about. It’s not fair to myself to penalize myself for those. The progress is being made. No need to be stuck on an irrelevant number, so I’ll be choosing a different goal as my next thing to be keeping track of.

Okay, peeps, buenas noches to you. Loves and hugs. 😊

Lift the World.

~ stephen