In retrospect

I just finished, finally, clearing out the last of the Emails from my campaign for the PUD Commission. 

Do I have any regrets?  Yes, I regret that I did not start my campaign sooner, that I let my commitment to making our community a better place take over. Oh, and by the way, I regret that I lost the election, in case you were wondering.

Did I learn anything from the experience?  Yes, that our community has changed in so many ways, that wanting to serve your community and having the relevant experience will no longer get you elected.  I approached it as if I were applying for a job, the perceived the process.  I see now that getting elected to a local office is now all about politics.  Rather sad, isn't it?!!

Anyway, I am older and, I hope, wiser from the experience.

Thanks again to those of you who voted for me and those who supported my campaign efforts.
Enjoy the rest of your week
Tony

Thougth for the day

We may not be as young as we once were, but we are as young now as we will ever be. Ponder that, seize the moment, do great things, do fun stuff, but do something!!!

Good Evening,
Another day has ended.  Did you invest this limited resource well?  Did you laugh, experience love, help someone, lift a spirit, share a smile?  Did you accomplish something on your bucket list?

Tomorrow you will have one less day to accomplish all you want to do in this life .  When you rise tomorrow, please keep this in mind as you put together your "to do" list.

A friend once asked me "if you had only one week to live, what would you do?'.  I answered him "say good-bye".  I asked him "what would you do if you had only one year to live?'  The list of things started coming.  We both realized that one week was really not long enough to make a difference but, with a year, the possibilities are endless. 

Please do not spend tomorrow as if you had an endless supply of tomorrows.
Tony

The Seahawks are the true winners

Coach Carroll praised his team, and even praised New England's Malcolm Butler's play, but never threw anyone under the bus.  He took the blame, took the hit, and, passed on the praise to his team.

If courage, grace, sportsmanship and honor would have decided the outcome of Sunday's game, the Hawks would be going to Disney World.

The Seattle Seahawks are a team we can be proud of, an example teamwork, self-sacrifice and determination, the way sports should be played and how life should be lived.

Fixing cloudy headlights with toothpaste???

I saw the video below and, yeah, right, like that would work.  Curiosity got the best of me and I tried it this morning.  I did two applications, didn’t spread it around first as in the video, but put a glob in the middle and spread it around with a clean rag.  Rinsed it off and, well, what can I say, it worked great, and cheap, my kind of fix.  This not only clears the headlights, it leaves them minty fresh.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h4Ffx5epIMk

Here’s to better night vision!

Tony

The word of the day is   B E L I E V E

Coach Carroll believed, Russell Wilson believed, The Seahawks believed and the 12^th man believed.  When you truly believe, nothing is impossible. 

Believe in yourself and nothing is impossible!!!

Honey, can you fix this?? (!!!!)

These few words can bring fear to the stoutest male heart.  The discussion continues with "it is really a simple thing, should only take a few minutes", at which point that sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach takes hold.   You know that the rest of this day is now committed and this mission may, and probably will, carry over into tomorrow. 

Being handy at fixing things can be valuable talent, but you must remember to keep the full extent of your capabilities from your most frequent "customer", your wife or significant other.  It can be rewarding to bring that what-cha-ma-call-it back to life and see that expression of approval and appreciation on her face, something the frail-male ego desperately seeks.

Some men, so endowed with the fix-it gene, have had the good sense to keep this ability to themselves.  Some have even gone so far as to dumb down their repair efforts to the point of asking her "which end of the screwdriver do I hold".  Smart move, you will now officially be removed from her speed-dial, at least for repair projects.

And there are the kids, and especially the grandkids.  Something that will melt the heart of even an old bridge troll like me are the words "PaPa fix?" in that small, quivering voice of a child whose complex electronic toy that is no longer doing their bidding.

You take it in hand with confidence, only allowing your mind to consider the universal fix in such situations, the batteries.  Deep in your heart, you know that the technology of this talking, walking zombie space minion is far beyond what you can master with a pair of pliers and three pound sledge hammer.  You must, however, continue your efforts toward resuscitating this high tech toy, not wanting to disappoint your grandson or granddaugher.

I grew up fixing and building things, something, I am sure, must be genetic as all of the men in my family have been so blessed (or cursed).  I am one of those who actually finds fulfillment and, dare I say, pleasure, in repairing and building things for my family.  So the Sea Hawks are marching toward the Super Bowl, there was that chair, you know the one, the one with three legs,  that has been hibernating in the garage since, ahhh, just let me measure the depth of dust that has accumulated on it.  Hmmmm, its been that long, Hummmm.

Anyway, I have finished two "Honey-Do" projects, I just checked the clock and it is (Yeah!!) Oly-thirty, the universal start time for happy hour.  Sitting here, with my favorite beverage in my left hand (I am actually right-handed, but one misdirected hammer blow has temporarily rendered me a "lefty").

Tomorrow is another day
"The sun will come out, tomorrow"  (where the heck did that come from??)  Oh, yes, the beverage.
Tony