When I shave in the mornings, I’m often struck by the forethought to create an opening on the face to make room for a razor to shave under that hard to reach spot above the upper lip and nose. And so, I’ve come to think, while those who believe in a creator may view that entity as perfect, obviously us, the creation, are slightly imperfect. Because I shave that grey stubble in the morning, but it comes back in, time after time.
Okay, that’s my reoccurring silly thought that I decided to share for the day.
This is a topic I think I need to write more about someday, as I can definitely see it as a factor in my current situation. There is something about employer-employee relationships that really needs to be talked about, here. I just don’t know how to say it, yet.
Some sage advice, mostly for women, I suppose, but there’s one in particular that hits a note:
Compliment or see the best in others; project your highest quality feelings to other people. This is the mirror you want. In economics, it’s called leverage. If wealth can be leveraged, so can beauty.
Now, there’s more to it. First of all, as I titled this, she probably was my first crush, as the TV show I first saw her in was pretty darn sultry for a kids show. I just found her youtube channel today, and never saw this show before, but it’s also pretty darned racy. I used to watch The Monkees tv show, so I’ve probably seen this before. Kinda dumb, and silly, looking at it now, but it was what we watched back then, and it probably does say something about how goofy guys act around girls, as well as how goofy girls act around guys. Finally, this was before my time, but I thought it was interesting, just to see what entertainment was like just a few years before all the silly stuff came around.
Finally, ironically, because I now use a leaf blower to make a living, I frickin’ hate the damned things, too. So, it’s nice to know I’m not the only one who feels that way.
if you’ve ever handled real 2x4s,you sort of already know this. 2×4 lumber doesn’t exactly measure up, in the “real world”, does it? We’ve learned to accommodate for the difference, and all, but we all know to expect we’re being cheated a little, a few fractions of an inch, maybe, this time, but we know. We grow too accustomed to the fact that we’re going to be cheated by a few fractions of an inch, and that’s just the way business is conducted around here, and let’s get on with the business of making a little money for ourselves. It’s the way of the world, and if you want to find your place in it, you just accept the realities, and move on. The world is going to keep moving on, whether you choose to participate in its lies or not.
I was at work the other day, and saw yet another injured greyhound out for a walk. Its right rear leg was all tore up, as was its left rear haunch. I don’t know for sure that it was the same dog I listened to crying in pain, but a few hours later, as I was going to lunch, I saw the dog haulers bag up a dead greyhound.
So, anyway, I don’t know what the heck is going on, but I hate seeing injured greyhounds. Apparently, the owners of the track want to transition over to slot machines, but political forces are preventing them from doing it. Apparently there is revenue sharing and gambling licenses and such involved. I don’t know. I just want to stop seeing injured greyhounds.