Start your week right. It's a good idea to set the pace straight from the beginning, so that you can be a great success in the days which follow.
This morning, my inspiration came to me immediately and unexpectedly. Upon waking, I grabbed my Kindle and logged on to the Internet. What appeared was a simple poster which read: Motivation. Every dead body on Mt. Everest was once a highly motivated individual.
I think I have indeed set the right tone for the coming week.
I tend to leave the TV on overnight. It probably isn't the best habit, but, there it is.
As I lay half awake this morning, trying to wipe the sleep from my eyes, I heard a voice say that the next thing in the viewing lineup was 'educational and informative'. Rousing myself up on my elbows, I was greeted by the theme song for Saved By The Bell, a rather silly high school comedy from the 1990s.
Well, all right, I suppose. But I expected something such as a PBS science offering or a World War II retrospective, not one with mild teen angst.
I turned to a Christmas episode of The Ozzie and Harriet Show. Who wants education and information this early on a Sunday morning anyway?
Oh, those Clampetts. They're just fish out of water. But their hearts are in the right place.
Their rustic charm is endearing. But how they misunderstood so much is beyond belief. I'm wondering if maybe they're in a situation comedy and not a reality show like I was thinking. I mean, nobody could be that dense, right?
The battery light, the warning light on a car dashboard that look like a small rectangle with a positive and a negative sign within it, came on yesterday just as I was leaving Indianapolis. So what did I do?
I drove home with it on. I thought, well, the new old van is running well, and if I turn it off, what? Will it restart? Obviously I had no way of knowing. But my choice seemed to be to find a mechanic in Indy, a very random random process, or see if I could get back to the D to take it to my long time car guy. I elected the latter, and got all the way home just fine.
In fact, the first time I shut it off, the engine restarted readily and and easily. A couple hours later when I tried firing up the old van once more, it again started with no trouble.
Do I take it to my mechanic anyway, or was this just a fluke?
Well, we were 2-0 in our curling bonspiel and finished second in our draw. The number of old friends I saw was heartening. It's great to walk into a place where everybody knows your name.
There's never a bad time in a curling club. I firmly believe that; yesterday attests to it. I'm looking forward to the next time.
Today I take a day off work (I'm the boss; I can do that) to curl in a bonspiel. A bonspiel is an odd way to say tournament, but that's okay. I think you have to be slightly odd to want to curl. Remember before your ire is raised that I'm a curler along with you. Unless, that is, your issue is in fact being associated with Marty in any way, shape, or form, at which point you can...
Okay, what was my original point? Ah, yes. This bonspiel is a Tier 55 tournament, which means you have to be over 55 in order to play. My fake birth certificate attests that I am. Those truly old enough to qualify won't know what hit them.
All right, what was I going for here really? Right: these tournaments are called Tier 55 because they can't be called Senior Bonspiels as they once were because the PC crowd has invaded even curling. We can't upset older curlers with the insult senior, so we alter the title.
The fact is, none of us old duffers care. We just want to curl. We don't care what you think about our age. We pay the fee, we throw stones, we have a few pops afterwards. What harm are you protecting us from? What evil threatens our supposedly fragile psyches?
I'm going curling today with a bunch of old guys who want to curl. If that's good enough for us, the details ain't none of your business. Go save some other frail mind who has no understanding of the real world. We're all right with ourselves. And that's the truth.
There are mistakes, me Uncle John who we call Zeke used to say, and there are stupid mistakes. While you want to avoid either the former are more forgivable than the latter.
Yesterday I almost made a stupid mistake. I noticed that a tire was low on my newer older van. Then, since I hadn't checked it in awhile, I saw that my spare was low too. "Ah, I'll take care of them tomorrow," I thought to myself.
No, take care of them today, another voice told me. You're going curling tonight in Canada. You really want to take a chance of having a flat at 10 PM, in the cold, in another country, with an almost flat spare too?
I aired up the tires yesterday, and all went well. I've made enough stupid mistakes before. I'm old enough I should stop that.
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