Michael's Blogger Shower

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Saturday, April 22, 2017

Called to serve

Over the last 11 years I have annually traveled with my parents. Generally it has been on a cruise. I felt I was cutting their costs by a third.

My parents traveled a lot on their own, especially after my Dad retired. My Mom left her part time job years earlier after receiving complaints from her boss that she was taking off too much.

My Aunt once asked them when they were going on a mission. I think she was somewhat jealous of all the places my parents had been. I wanted to object to the idea of them going, but I hoped the idea would die on it's own accord.

I feared the day my parents would want to go on a mission. Apparently, they were waiting for my grandma to pass away.

Shortly after that event, we were eating dinner at Outback restaurant in Northern Virginia. My Mom told me they had submitted this mission papers.

“How could you do this to me?” I complained. “It's so selfish. Who am I going on a cruise with?”

My Dad chuckled at that last question.

Friday, April 07, 2017

Could be worse

Regrets? I think that is too strong of a word. I am always analyzing or evaluating what I could do better, what I should have done, what I probably should not have done, etc.

There was a short book I read when I was a kid called Could be Worse. It's a story about a grandfather who had an outrageous adventure. I remember, or at least I thought I remembered that it was a story about his attitude. All these crazy things happened to him, but things could have been worse.

Many years later, I found the book at my sister's house and started to read it to my nieces. It didn't take long to realize that the grandfather made up the whole story! I was pretty upset.

A friend of mine asked me once how things were going. I told her things could be better.

When questioned further about what could be better, as if I was losing sleep over something, I told her that things could always be better.

There was a missionary on my mission that stated his father would rather have him return home in a body bag then full of regrets. I made the mistake of using that word when saying that I had some regrets. The collective gasp was unreal.

Saturday, March 25, 2017

Traveling the Seven Seas? Not yet?

A friend suggested I write about my travels. I like to go to new places, but compared to my parents, I have not gone very far. You can see my online map here. My parents have two physical maps. One of the world and one with the US. There are many pins on both.

After my next scheduled cruise, I will have 80 days at sea. I guess that is not enough to be the Captain. Good enough to be a midshipmen?

I don’t travel well though it seems. I do not like being cramped in a chair for long flights. Talking to the person next to me is out of the question. I put on my noise reduction headphones and try to get comfortable.

I’m always praying no one sits next to me. Especially someone bigger or fatter than myself. And oh how I bothers me when people cram over stuffed, giant carry-on luggage into the overhead bin.

I utterly hate going through security. Especially domestic flights.

I’ve been working inside secure government buildings for the last 14 years or so and it seems that as soon as I step into an airport that same government that cleared me now views me as a criminal. The anxiety plagues me days before I leave my house to go to the airport.

On a cruise ship I can at least move around. It might take forever to get somewhere, but that is why they call it cruising. Might be nice to stay at a stop for longer than a few hours, but it is good to go to new stops without having to drag my luggage all over.

Sunday, March 19, 2017

Men @ Work

I used to know this guy named Workman. I think he should have been called Mailman. He spent more time with mail then he did with work. He even had a typewriter to compose his mail. Who buys a typewriter?

Well, it was 20 something years ago.

Anyway, I feel kind of bad when I throw out garbage. Yet at the same time, it feels good to declutter the living space.

I currently live in a densely packed community and we seemingly produce a lot of garbage. Yesterday the garbageman came as he does every Saturday morning. After making dinner, I took out the trash and the giant bin was already halfway full.

Where does all this crap go? Maybe a bunch of it can be recycled.

The day after Christmas this last year, I walked by the bin and not only was it full, but there were mounds of boxes and what not around the area. I would have taken a picture of it if this lady wasn’t there. It appeared she was looking for something. Merry Christmas?

Thursday, March 16, 2017

Hign school freedoms

For the most part I thoroughly enjoy the conversations I have a work. Today we randomly talked about some high school expenses. Most of the time I don’t give any thought to the school. It helps to be a thousand miles away.

I’ve never gone to a reunion and don’t plan on going in the future. Never understood why anyone would really want to.

Anyway, one coworker grew up in Jordan and went to some french, catholic high school. He told me about this yellow line on the floor that ran the length of the hallway. The students had to walk on the line in an orderly fashion.

I thought that was incredible. Not sure I would have enjoyed that.

There was one day at my high school that the National Guard showed up and took over the place. A bunch of trucks filled with guys in camo pulled into the parking lot and unloaded. They soon made up some really crazy rules.

Certain hallways became one directional. Other areas became off limits to certain genders. Armed guards at each entryway enforced the rules. Glad it was only temporary.

I think it was a good experience. It reminded me of how much I took for granted.

Saturday, March 11, 2017

Get with the program?

The first time Trump tried to push his Muslim ban, one of his cronies was recorded by the news media to say “Get with the program.” It was meant for the judiciary and anyone else who opposed the Executive Order.

I had to chuckle at that. How many regimes both fictional and real extolled the same thing and ultimately ended in failure?

This is what makes America great. We all live together with different beliefs and opinions. We do not need to click our heels, salute, Goose step to every dictatorial decree from the current wind bag seated on the porcelain throne at the Whitehouse.

Thursday, March 09, 2017

Dogs are not people

I came out of my apartment to check my mail box. Some dog slowly came walking up to me and this lady, whom I assume was the dog's owner, was telling the animal to say hello. Maybe she was talking to me.

I stepped off the sidewalk to go around the dog. I'm not saying hello. Maybe if the dog or the owner was cute, but they weren't. I might have done the same if they were.

The lady scowled at me is if I just did something rude. It's a dog, lady, not your child. I did say hello to her as I passed. I’m not a complete jerk.