It is Thursday morning and I am feeling spent. It has been a grueling year and a grueling week and I am tired of being grueled. I am mentally and emotionally fatigued, my head hurts and my body aches. Now if my truck broke down, my dog died and my wife left me I might actually have the makings of a great country song.
As has been written here numerous times it is the Jewish New Year and a time in which I always become more introspective about myself and where things are going. So without any rhyme or reason here are some thoughts and comments about life and the world around me
I had a disagreement with someone about the working world in which they essentially said that I should stop with the complaints and just suck it up. I can’t do it, you either set high standards and die trying to reach them or you lay down in the mud. I just don’t understand what is so hard to understand about that.
My children make me a better man. I am always conscious of what I do and whether I can look them in the eye. I may not always live up to the standard I want to set, but they make me try harder.
I love pizza, can’t get enough of it. It is one of my all-time favorite comfort foods.
This week I have done business with people in the following cities: Capetown, Chicago, San Mateo, New York, Los Angeles, San Francisco and London.
If I had ten minutes with Donald Trump I might be arrested for holding him down while I tried to brush his hair.
I still hate working with spreadsheets that are created by people who don’t know what they are doing or how to use them.
Music played in my home this week includes Springsteen, Beethoven, The Wiggles, Enya, Metallica, Elvis, Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, Ofra Haza and a dozen other artists that I am just not giving PR to. In other words I am tired of typing.
I don’t like either candidate for president. Neither inspire me. Is there a “Viagra” like drug I can take for the election, right now it makes me feel limp.
If I had a hammer, I’d hammer in the morning, I’d hammer in the evening, but mostly I’d consider hammering on the hood of the guy in the Mercedes that cut me off today.
Gene Hackman, Al Pacino and Tommy Lee Jones have all been in some really good movies, but they have some really bad ones to their credit too.
I don’t fear failure, but I do fear not being able to pay my bills.
Toilet paper is a necessity that you shouldn’t skimp on. I hate thin toilet paper. There are moments or should I say movements that require “careful attention” and the thin stuff doesn’t come close to getting it done.
Three places I’d like to be right now: The Desheh at camp, The Old City in Jerusalem, The top of Yosemite Falls.
Three places I don’t want to be: Baghdad, Sierra Leone and Mecca.
Ask me later today and all of my answers may change.
It doesn’t take much money to make me happy, is there anyone out there in dire need of giving away $10,000 dollars? What about $50?
Saturday afternoon I am going to read Torah again. I have been reading the same parsha since 1982. And every year just as I go to read whatever moisture that is left in my mouth dries up. It feels like I have been plowing the cotton fields with my tongue.
Two lines into it the saliva glands will start to work and I’ll sound better. Thankfully the guy with the great singing voice follows me and not the other way around. I know, I shouldn’t pay any attention to it, but if I ever want to start a singing career I need to do three things:
1) Develop rhythm and the ability to dance.
2) Learn how to sing.
3) Stop serving as the opening act at Karaoke bars. It may have worked for Milli Vanilli, but I am not them.
Ok, time to get back to work.