Lyrics, Laughter, Music, and Melodies

“If the conversation was the lyrics, laughter was the music, making time spent together a melody that could be replayed over and over without getting stale.”
— Nicholas Sparks

Good morning, good afternoon, good evening. I never know when you read my work, so I try and make my salutation commiserate with your schedule—big words for a Saturday, how the hell are you. So I’ll dispense with the three-syllable words and try and stick with one’s or two’s; it’s the weekend, for goodness sake.  Here we grow!

I had a great day yesterday; I trust you did the same.  I started my day off with snuggles with my wife; I wrote some stuff, cleaned up my email inbox, and then took a quick shower before taking my pup on a walk. Then, at 9:00, I jumped on a virtual call with my men’s group. Unfortunately, our leader was in Florida, our namesake in Mexico, I was in Indy, and the rest of the group was in Denver.  I fear blended meetings are now a way of life.

We talked about some heavy stuff, it’s not appropriate for me to share our work, but we spend a lot of time on our mental health.  A reminder to check on your fellow humans; offer your hand or heart if someone is hurting.  We wrapped at noon; I took my pup for another walk, and at 1:00, I had three young men join me at the house.  The three men were Buckeyes, and this Hoosier showed some hospitality.

If you visit our Indy Casa, you will be greeted by Parker Van Halen, she will check you out, a couple of barks, some sniffs, and if you are ok, you may enter.  All three of my Buckeye friends passed the PVHT test; they were allowed entry.  We did a quick tour and then settled into the kitchen.  Aaron and his team were early clients of my Sherpa brand, Brett was new, and he needed the foundation of the Sherpa Sales process.  We had some Liquid Death water and worked on becoming our best selves.

I did a couple of hours of teaching, whilst training I ordered a couple of Jersey Mike’s Subs, they opted not to eat, I was starving, I had a little bite as we talked through eliminating mutual mystification.  I’m working on positioning myself for a teaching and training position next year.  I’m also looking to create multiple peer groups within my industry.  I’m sure I’ll be sharing more soon, but for now, the future is bright; I’m wearing shades.  Professor Anson Ross has a nice ring. 

The boys left at 3:00 and headed to Harry and Izzy’s.  They scored a table for us, my payment, a little shrimp cocktail, and a steak.  After my initial fee, I work for food.  At 3:30, I ran a call with a friend; at 4:00, I ran another call with a friend; if you are not a friend, you are not a client.

We had a fantastic dinner; I had a Lindsey Lohan martini, extra dirty. But, the food was fabulous, and our guests took us home.  Our house is about a mile from downtown, so it took a quick trip before they headed back east. Finally, we got home, put on our jammies, and settled in to watch Yellowstone.  Our friend, Young Nate, and his lady Sarah stopped before seeing Bill Burr; they are staying in our carriage house; we will hang out with them today and then watch our Colt’s live at Lucas Oil Stadium.

Enough about me, how are you?  Seriously, how are you faring these days, in these crazy times? We live in an inflation time; those who can’t afford to pay more are paying more. But it’s just a nuisance for some of us, and we will lean into 2022 with joy and glee.  Change is coming; the pendulum is swinging back right.

A year ago, folks were demanding we defund the police; well, we are now in the future; how did that idea work out?  Crime is rampant all over our country; we have looting, shooting, and bears, oh my.  Do you want social justice?  Let’s get justice first, and then we can work on your woke little projects.  Silly people, instead of being woke, why don’t you try and wake the fuck up?  Sorry, mother.

Oh, I’m sorry, I’ll get off my soapbox; you can’t print unlimited amounts of money and then be shocked with prices rise and rise and rise.  Today is a perfect example of failed policy and leadership, Joe Rogan 2024.

What’s Dr. Tony saying these days? Should we shut society down with more masks and new variants?  Tony, you can only be wrong 100 times before we discount and ignore your whims.  You mishandled the AIDS crisis and now have misled our leaders to the point of misconduct.  It might be time that you retire and let someone with a lick of sense begin leading our health initiatives.

My dog sits on my chair; she hangs with me in the morning and mom at night.  We have our little routine.  We will go for a walk in short order; she reminds me of the beauty of curiosity.  Most of us walk around in a haze, never looking around at the trees.  We don’t see the concrete or the tiny leaves hanging on the trees even though most of their friends are now on the ground.  Might I suggest a walk with your significant other today? Take time to study your surroundings; we live in a magical world.

I think that’s all I have in my little easy-bake oven of a mind. So maybe you agree, perhaps you disagree, but can we agree to be cordial with each other?  I have a reason, as do you, I think about things, and I share what I’m thinking; I may be right, I may be wrong, but at least I’m trying to add to the conversation in a meaningful way. So I’ll continue this nonsense until I bloody well die, and I encourage you, yes you, to add to the discourse of this experiment called life.

“If the conversation was the lyrics, laughter was the music, making time spent together a melody that could be replayed over and over without getting stale.”
— Nicholas Sparks