Tag: Love

Before one of us starts to forget, work

Before one of us starts forgetting, i’d like to start remembering…

  • Our first wondering about ‘what if’.
  • Our first Disney ‘role in the show’.
  • Our first year at Walt Disney World (WDW).
  • Our first decade at Walt Disney World (WDW).
  • Our second decade at Walt Disney World (WDW).
  • Our third decade at Walt Disney World (WDW).
  • Our first year of retirement.
  • Our first year of my personal business.
  • Our first sale of 401k retirement IRA stock.
  • Our first use of our lifetime Disney annual passes.
  • Our son’s first Disney role in the show.
  • Our first realization we have enough to live on without working.
  • Our first travel trips brainstorm session.
  • Our first hope.
  • Our first kiss.

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Love songs

Country music has some of the greatest love songs.

The genre, unofficially (according to me), also has the highest percentage of love songs.

Note: Christian music may have the highest percentage. (And it should). However, the karma here is love from human to human, not human to deity.

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Dear Son category reprise, work

Apple Watch setup screenshot
Turns out the solution is easy. Simply erase the iWatch data and start over as if it is brand new, never used. Have had this Watch for a year-plus. Did and connected seamlessly.

Most dumb ideas are exactly that.

Fall in love with creating dumb ideas.

Embrace and enjoy the “what if’s” and the “yes and’s”.

And by “enjoy”, i mean enjoy the dance — part struggle, part possibility.

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This website is about our WORK. To ponder today’s post about our HOME, click here.

Dear Son category, work

Publix pharmacy menu
Walking home from Main Street USA, i booked (online) an appointment for some annual vaccines.

Dear Son,

It’s possible you never read the “Dear Son” category (times 5 differently-themed blogs).

No harm, no foul.

To each their own.

Live and let live.

Regret sucks.

i’d rather know i left a trail that was never explored than to regret wishing i’d left an eventually-desired trail (but there was none).

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This website is about our WORK. To ponder today’s post about our HOME, click here.