I wonder…

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…who is the per­son semi-permanently immor­tal­ized on this rail car; Sue?

March 5, 2011

Glad I am who I am…

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Tomor­row is Fri­day. I always have a lot of grat­i­tude on Friday.

Not sure why.

By Fri­day I have got­ten back into what­ever part of my rou­tine I screwed up early in the week; made up for meet­ings I skipped last week­end; spent time get­ting caught up on writ­ing. Plus, Thurs­day is pretty locked in; I’ve had a karate class on Wednes­day night, then Thurs­day morn­ing starts with cof­fee at 6 am with Craig, cof­fee at 7 am with Terry, busi­ness meet­ings in the morn­ing and date night — all like clock­work. As a finely tuned machine — I need routine…like clockwork.

By Fri­day I’m usu­ally on the beam. By a noon meet­ing I’m look­ing for­ward to the week­end, brim­ming with grat­i­tude for what’s com­ing up and grate­ful for my life; for all I am being given. For being me.

Not sure who sprayed the graf­fiti on the rail­road car in the photo — I just know I’m not where they are.

I love Fridays.

 

Feb. 18, 2011

Tough Duty

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After five days in Ft Myers Beach all I can say is, this is tough duty.

Going to bed early, sleep­ing late, read­ing, wan­der­ing in and out of every t-shirt shop on Estero is  about as tough as it gets.

This whole sou­venir t-shirt busi­ness is fas­ci­nat­ing. It’s a micro­cosm of the retail fash­ion biz.  There’s expen­sive upscale play­ers, “design­ers”, high-end pri­vate label retail­ers, dis­coun­ters, lim­ited assort­ment clear­ance houses and “Odd Lot” play­ers; all in about five blocks. From dumpster-ready tank tops to “Retire­ment Sheik”. All oper­ated by peo­ple really hang­ing on try­ing to make a liv­ing, liv­ing in their lit­tle slice of paradise.

I’ve got­ten by only buy­ing one jer­sey — but I’m not safely on the plane home yet…

Feb. 3, 2011

Art is life; Life is art 2011-01-26

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Great graf­fiti.

 

Jan. 26, 2011