You do You, I’ll do Me, and Forever We Will Be Free

“Words belong to those who use them only till someone else steals them back.” — Hakim Bey

Well, good morning people, how is thee, how are we, how am I? I’m extraordinary; I got a good night’s sleep next to the most beautiful woman in the world and was roused by a Catahoula Leopard Dog. Mothers day has passed, next up, fathers day, we celebrate those with plums. 

We headed over to my wife’s mother’s house. An expansive estate in the Midwest. Complete with a pond, barns, horses, and a donkey named Jack. We started in the house but moved to the barn as people arrived. My mom and dad joined us; it was a large family gathering. My Queen’s food was excellent, as was all the other fixings.

I had a friendly chat with my Mother-In-Law; she asked about our yard at the mountain house. Do you mow? What is it like there? I said, “we have three homes and not a single blade of grass.” I wouldn’t say I like grass; I mowed as a kid, I had a lawn service company, but at my age, I don’t want to spend time on a device to cut grass; that’s not my bag. But my mother-in-law shared that she loved it, and I understand that we are all different, and I love that about society. You do you, I’ll do me, and forever we can be free.

As we traveled east, a billboard caught my eye. It said, “Bad Credit, No Problem!” I should share that as I live my life, I’m looking for things to write about, I saw that and put that in my write about that folder, so here we go. If you have bad credit, you have proven you cannot pay your bills on time. Which to me might pose a problem if you are lending money to said: “can’t pay my bills on time person.” 

Before you get triggered and tell me that exceptional circumstances occur which cause people to have bad credit, save your ire.  I’m talking about the person that has had an opportunity given to them and has squandered that opportunity. These people exist, and they make me sick to my stomach. How about a little personal responsibility in your life? How about you find the courage to take care of your debts? How about you act like an adult?

I once had a client that had a company that helped people with poor credit. He would work with them to improve their credit score to better their life. What happened to my friend? The FTC, a government entity, shut him down; it seems that helping others repair their credit is not in line with some larger plan. What is the larger goal? I’m not sure, but this last year it sure seems like our personal liberties have been chipped away, setting up a reversal of the life we have known these last two hundred years. Conspiracy, conspiracy, please be quiet old man.

Moving on, we arrived home; I made my lump crab soup. I have learned to use chicken broth for cooking my onion, jalapeno, celery, and carrots. Then add my rox, adding the crab last, then simmering the soup before serving. It’s delicious, a staple of our home. As I cooked, we watched our future son-in-law, who plays for the Charleston River Dogs, hit two home runs for his mother on Mother’s Day. Go, Nick Schnell, Go!

I’ve got an appointment this morning and then lunch with some folks who want to talk about my teaching and training company. There is a need; I wonder what they are thinking? I’ve got an afternoon meeting with a friend trying to help him grow his company, and then I’m going to meet some friends for a drink at our local dive bar. In between, I’ve got some work to do; I’ve kept all my appointments in Indy today; this week, I’ll head north to see many of my friends and clients.

My wife got some new cookbooks last night, and you would have thought she got an advanced copy of the next bible. She sat in her spot and marked up this book like it was God’s Gift to Cooking. As I type these words, there is a cookbook to my right with several sticky notes marking recipes that we will be trying and putting into our stomachs these coming weeks; I live with an executive chef.

Well, there you have it, another morning soup that talked about making soup. That’s a double entendre. Is it? I’m not sure; it might be; maybe I should google that before making that statement. Too late, I’m not googling, perhaps you can, and you can point out my accuracy and fallacy. Either way, thank you for taking the time to read the words of an older man with a penchant for words and a habit of sharing them daily. I’ll see you tomorrow, if only through my words, this is me, and you are you.

“Words belong to those who use them only till someone else steals them back.”

— Hakim Bey