Women Have No Plums, Meeting Stacey, Craft Water Update, Colors, and Pronouns

"I need to look like an idiot to keep myself humble at least twice a day."
— Janet Evanovich

Happy Friday, my friends and enemies; I love you both. I'm working here until noon, and then my wife and I and a small group are heading to the hot springs for a weekend of food, fun, and laughter. This is our second trip with this bunch; last year was a highlight; I suspect this weekend might be epic.

I had a great day yesterday; I worked on an ongoing claim for an hour, then spoke to someone in the beverage industry about my crazy boutique water idea. I learned that supply chain issues are affecting the aluminum can industry. A can used to cost .13 and today is .30. I would need to buy 540 cases to make my first run. That's 6480 cans of my glorious water. 

I think this will be a two-year project; while the world works through supply chain issues, I will work on storage, distribution, finding a partner that can do my canning for me, and then launch in summer 2024. I will target breweries that want to offer their clients an alternative to booze. I also learned that it is no longer recyclable if you lable or shrink wrap a can. So my product will be 100% recyclable. I'll start working on my first round of venture capital in 2023. Dream a little dream, my friends.

Cousin, my wife, and I left to head down the mountain to meet a good friend for lunch. We had some sushi then dropped off Cousin at the train station; I must say I was sad, he's a beautiful guest, and he makes us laugh. We will see him in Indy next Thursday. After that, we fly back home for four days for a baby shower, then return for two weeks before heading back to Indy for family time with our grandbabies.

After dropping Cousin off, we headed to our condo; it's ready to be photographed, it was a good investment, but it is time to let her serve others. We ran a couple of meetings and then headed down to Parker, Colorado, where we co-sponsored an event with our friends at Wired Mustang. We had about 50 humans show up; I saw some old friends and met some new beautiful human being.

I had a fantastic moment; I talked to a couple of people; Theresa, my friend, came up and hugged me, and the two men I was speaking with asked, "how do you know this guy?" She smiled and said, "soup!" All three admitted they were frequent readers of my work. So this soup is dedicated to Theresa for making my day. My work is for me, but if others enjoy it, it's a bonus.

I arrived, gave a few hugs, got a beer, and almost on cue, a young lady approached me and said, "Hi, I'm Stacey." I asked, "Who are you, Stacey?" and she replied, "I'm a realtor." I said, "May I tell you who I am?" She smiled, "I'm a father, grandfather, lover, writer, teacher, and own a small business." Stacey asked, "What is your small business?" An old friend ran up and gave me a big hug about that time. Stacey does not know what I do, and it's probably for the best. If you are in a new group of people, never open with your vocation.

We arrived home; I made some burritos, dined, and then watched an old Movie, Mr. Nobody, that dealt with the topic of the butterfly effect. Our sleep was magical, and my morning is also magical; I live an extraordinary life like that guy in the Christmas movie.

I'm watching a few clips of the nomination of the next Supreme Court Nominee. One question I found interesting was, "What is a woman?" If you are serving on the highest court in the land, I will suspect you could answer the question, but the woman (what is that) had no answer; she claimed: "she is not a biologist." So before I Google the definition of a woman, I would like to try it. A woman is a human born without plums. So if you have plums, you are not a woman.

My online dictionary states, "an adult female person." I like my definition better, but you can choose how you answer this most fundamental question. I do not think someone born with plums should be competing with people born sans plums. If you want to compete in sports, there should be a new league set up so people who choose to identify as something other than their biological nature can see who is the best in their category. A plum-born person racing in a women's sport is akin to an F1 car racing in a Nascar race. By stating the obvious, some will call me a bigot, those folks are haters, and we all need haters.

As a man of color, I would like to remind you that since we can now identify as anything we want, I today am "chestnut," and my pronouns are plum and plums. It's a slippery slope letting a man be a woman and a woman be a man, and I'm here with popcorn belly laughing at the lunacy. Maybe you agree, perhaps you don't; it's just my opinion, fellow humans. Notice I didn't say man or woman not to confuse the woke brigade.  

I hope you can dream a little dream; I hope you are working to build wealth and treasure, and you don't' allow anyone with plums or sans plums to tell you what you can or cannot do. There are no limitations in life; you can be anyone you want to be, climb any mountain you see and swim in any waterway you feel is not filled with flesh-eating bacteria. But, if you are not living your best life, there is one person to blame, and it is not your mother, father, or society. So, stop blaming others for your plight, take personal responsibility and join me in living a life of joy, happiness, and an acknowledgment of something bigger than ourselves.

"I need to look like an idiot to keep myself humble at least twice a day."
— Janet Evanovich