Memories Over Material Possessions, Stimulation, Pray for Steven

"To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. Never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget."
— Arundhati Roy

Happy Sunday, my friends, brothers, mothers, and others; how are you? I'm fine; I'm getting a massage as I type these words. My arms go through an apparatus, and I have four large balls rotating on my lower back. I don't have back pain; it's just nice to have constant back stimulation. I discovered this little gem in Florida and promptly bought four, two for us and two for our neighbors. 

If you type in belt massagers on Amazon, you can find them. There are many; most are under $40.00; I'm just saying that when you are working or just relaxing, it's nice to have stimulation. As usual, I'm drinking freshly ground Death Wish Coffee, made with Liquid Death Water, the morning cocktail of a kind-hearted middle-aged man who writes words every morning for others to mull.

It's funny; I write daily, post it, and go about my day. I get an email every day telling me how many people read my work, how many liked it, and if anyone commented. I would guess a couple of thousand folks see my work between platforms. I often wonder why someone bothers to read my work? I have my regulars who comment and give feedback, but most consume and move on. If you are one of those people, thank you for taking your time to read my work.

I often think of myself as a musician who can't play or sing; my songs are my daily thoughts and ideas. I've noticed I'm not as agitating as I once was. I would push buttons if you read my early work; I thought the world needed to be poked. But as I age, I see that that world does not need to be poked, the world needs love, and that's where I come in. We headed to the Ale Emporium South yesterday; we had a nice lunch and then headed to Costco. On the way, we passed a homeless man collecting money, and I handed him $40.00, I asked his name, Steven, and he looked me in the eye and said, "pray for me."  If you don't mind, Steven would like to be added to your personal prayer chain.

Damn Grammarly, she tries and changes my words which change my meaning. I don't want a transition phrase Grammarly! Sorry, I didn't mean to rant, but between Grammarly and my Orua ring, it's like having two more wives. My Oura says things like, "pay attention!"  As I type these words, many are highlighted, telling me to "do better!" I get hints and then accept or deny her help; I strongly recommend Grammarly if you are a writer; it makes even a poor writer average.

We had dinner with our friends Deb and Jerry; we met them at Prime 47, which is proud of its menu. Good food, good discussion; Deb just got off her second bout with Covid after being vaxxed and boosted. I know about ten people who have done everything they told us to do but still got the Vid. Is it possible they were misled, and everything we did was for naught? I saw a clip of Dr. Oz criticizing Dr. Faccui, and one commenter slapped back, stating he was disappointed in Dr. Oz. How many emails do you need to read to know that Faccui is a horrible human being?

Sorry, rant over; I guess I still agitate a bit, my heart is good, but some things get me riled up. The last two years have been a little much for many of us. I can see why mental health has taken the main stage. I guess Floxitine is a good prevention of COVID; check that box. Also, THC is another helpful way to stay healthy. When in CO, check that box.   It seems you can do many things to avoid getting that little virus.

I just pulled up the "Smart News" app, and the top story is from the Washington Times, "Great unifier" Biden tells half the country to go to hell. Trump repeats the big lie, and a Texas synagogue siege ended with all hostages out and the perpetrator dead. That will catch you up on today's breaking news.

I made some headway yesterday with our You Work concept. I hired a young lady to go in and clean out the office; I think by the end of the week next week, we will be ready to launch the first co-working space in Randolph County, Indiana. With so many working from home, they might want a community to work with. I have one office available for $100.00 and 7 workstations for $150.00. The Thompson Group will have four key pad-protected offices. All clients will use the high-speed internet, copier, printer, scanner, and access to a conference room on an appointment-by-appointment basis.

My wife is up, she's talking about our family trip and the idea we stole from Deb and Jerry. Once a year, we invite our kids and their kids to a destination, we pay, they join us for a week; it's memories over things for our family. We might run and have brunch this morning. English Ivy might be our stop and then home, football, and we meet our kids at Geraldine's Supper Club tonight to close out our weekend. 

Again, I recommend you get on Amazon and buy one of these back massagers; it's made my morning much more enjoyable, it's heated as well, treat yourself to some magic! Our friend Paul is coming over tomorrow for dinner, my Queen, aka wife, will make a fantastic dinner, and we can catch up on life, love, and the pursuit of happiness. Speaking of joy, go find some. I did, and for me, it has made all the difference.  

"To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget."
— Arundhati Roy