Thoughts

-

- Played a bunch of golf over the last few days. Chipping and putting is turning into a bit of a problem. 

And that game.

Mental focus is the key once you’re able to execute shots and some days your mind wanders a little.

I was stuck in that little whirlwind during the first 9 holes yesterday. 

Just a tad off and that’s enough to ruin you.

- So Josh Allen got paid an ungodly sum to throw a ball around a field.

Good for him, I guess, but I would enjoy sports more if their salaries weren’t publicized.

I just know that the big move when someone gets that much money there will be a search for tax shelters and loopholes so they can pay as little in taxes as possible.

Tax the rich.

- Our faucet was busted and our air conditioner is still on the fritz.

It’s amazing but when we got the water back in the kitchen sink I was ecstatic. I’ll be even happier when the air conditioner is working again.

So totally thrilled with things I was taking for granted up until last week.

- Masks will be back in full use by September 01. It’s so damn unnecessary, but I have read at least twenty accounts of men or women in hospital beds on vents who are talking about how getting vaccinated would’ve been a grand idea.

There are plenty who lost their lives to the ignorance that they swallowed up and spit out.

“Covid denier dies from Covid,” is the story of 2021.

So unnecessary.

And I really don’t want to mask up again, but will if we have to.

- The Yankees have been playing good ball, but this team is made up of 25 guys who take turns taking a couple of weeks off.

I swear it wasn’t this way when we were kids. Someone going on the injured list was a couple of times a season event.

I don’t know if they’re soft or if they are told to sit down (by their agents) if they feel even the slightest twinge.

No such thing as ‘playing through it’ and I’m a guy who has played through everything! For years!!

Make the playoffs and all will be forgiven.

- Pepper party weekend.

I estimate that I ate about 15 stuffed peppers of all varieties.

Pray for me.

I may yet pay for it.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Suits

-
Like a lot of other people we got pulled into the series, ‘Suits’ on Netflix. I’ve never had much fun hanging around lawyers who have questioned me as a construction safety officer. I once testified in a case where the opposing lawyer started questioning me by going through my educational background. “So,” he said, racing to a crescendo, “You graduated from college with a degree in Communications-Journalism and suddenly, 30 years later, you’re a ‘safety expert.’” He actually made the quotation marks with his fingers. I just looked at him. “How does that happen?” He bellowed, sure that he was going to discredit me. “Well,” I said. “I knew I was overqualified to become a lawyer.” The courtroom erupted in laughter. Even the judge chuckled. The rest of his questions landed flat. So, I wasn’t all that keen on a show about lawyers, but ‘Suits’ is great. Meghan Markle became a princess because of the show, and she is very good in it (and a beautiful woman). Yet, there is so much more. The wri
Read more

My Buddy, Dave

-
Way back in 1997, I started working with a steel erection company out of Syracuse. I was coming straight from a long stint with a steel erector here in Buffalo so I knew my stuff when it came to steel erection safety rules. On day one, I met with the safety director and he was just getting started as a safety guy, but man, he certainly cared about the guys he worked with. Dave was a good man from the start. He’d say things like: “You’re so full of beans.” Just a down to earth, hardworking guy who became a fast friend. We drove all around New York State setting up jobs. I always let Dave drive so that I could rest. One fine day, way up North of Syracuse, we passed a state trooper.  I glanced at the speedometer. “You’re screwed,” I said, and seconds later, the lights came on. Dave was beside himself.  The cop stopped by the window, grabbed the license and registration and headed back to his vehicle. “Here’s the thing,” I said. “You’re pissed, but you’re such a good guy that I bet you tha
Read more

Mom & Ollie

-
Image
 Ollie Stadium is a mess. The heavy rains rendered the backyard a mud pit and even though we threw in the side yard, the Big O was looking for more, and we were both covered in mud. I had to take some steam out of him somehow so I suggested we go visit Grandma. Ollie hates the car, but he laid quietly as we made the trip. We even brought the football because there is plenty of room to play at Grandma’s. Mom opened the door and started laughing. I thought about the love she had for every single dog we ever had. Oliver was quick to give my Mom a kiss, and then he stood beside her. The love between Mom and Dogs is a mutual bond. Through the years, Mom would make breakfast for the dogs.  Fried eggs, toast, bacon… She would wrap Christmas gifts for them. “To Jeter, Love Santa,” she would write on the cards. They played with the big chicken that made a lot of noise. Mom tossed the football and Ollie brought it back to her. As the visit drew to a close I headed for the door.  “C’mon, Oliver,”
Read more