Mr. Vernon Fletcher goes under the knife today. It’s not a major procedure but big enough to cause concern. A bunch of talented surgeons will be doing their best to restore him to 100%. MVF has the heart of a lion and he’ll pull through. Thanks for all your well-wises. He knows you’re praying for him and is very grateful, as am I.
I’ll update in a few days.
Cocktail Hour seems to have fallen by the wayside. I’m not sure why. Several years ago, I instituted cocktail hour and I’ve been sticking to it as often as is practical. For instance, here’s a photo of my favorite drink from just a day ago.
Yes, I had this one at Charlie’s Bar in San Nicolaas, Aruba. But back to Cocktail Hour as a concept. The idea, for me, is to sit back, relax, reflect on the day, ponder what remains, and consider the future. Now, this is not an extreme effort, but a natural, organic unfolding. Call it a chance to let the mind roam without the usual boundaries of work or organized play. Often times, people jump from work, to home, to other activities without a bit of decompression. That’s a shame. An hour of calm is a good way to prepare for the storm.
Give it a try with the beverage of your choice.
No, not heat, but rather packing for a trip. This task is alternately mundane and thrilling in that it has to be done and yet ratchets up the anticipation for departure. Since I travel frequently, I usually have a bag ready to go. It just needs the final essentials and I’m ready to head to the airport. However, from time to time, I’ll dump the same bag and repack it with some fresh or key articles that are trip-specific. Thus, comes the inevitable decision about what to leave behind which typically leads to regret during the trip. “I should have brought that!”
Either way, it’s always good to be prepared. Pack light, pack early, and pack orderly.
Let’s think about a sports analogy… as in your team has the ball. It doesn’t matter what the other team did with the ball. If you want to play the game, and score points, and ultimately win, you have to move the ball toward the goal. You can’t sit around whining about what the other team did. You can’t moan about the rules. You can’t blame the fans for not cheering you on. You can’t win on defense. You have to get out there and carry the ball before the other team takes it away from you.
Think about that when you’re reading the newspaper or watching television. Too many people are blabbering about nothing, about the past, about things that don’t matter. Too few are executing the job at hand. Maybe they’re incompetent. Maybe they’re out of their league. Maybe they should be replaced.
Just saying.
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