Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
I'm not sleepy
and there ain't no place I'm goin' to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning,
I'll come followin' you
Take me for a trip upon
your magic swirling ship
All my senses have been stripped
And my hands can't feel to grip
And my toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin'
I'm ready to go anywhere,
I'm ready for to fade
Unto my own parade
Cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it
Was up at 6am as always, for the past 40 years, as there is no reason to not be up. No hangover, that never happens any more, or I perceive it differently. I think I just don’t drink as much as I used to long ago when hangovers happened, and I slept til noon.
I was an employee in them days and hated everything about it, especially the participation part. I lived for the weekend like everyone else did. When I became self employed in Jan 1986 the curtain was pulled back on a whole nuther way of living.
Every minute spent drinking and other negative things was a minute that wasn’t getting me closer to my goals. Same with the friends. When I stopped drinking and such the friends stopped coming by and I had a lot more time to spend with my family and business, and life slowly started getting better.
I always thought working by the hour was a poor way to earn a living because some hours you bust your hump and some hours you just glide, but you get paid the same no matter what. I would much rather get paid by the task, and not get paid for gliding. That would tend to shape outlooks where “employees” are directly responsible for their income. Want a raise? Do more tasks. Don’t like the tasks? Get another job.
40 hours of tasks pays more money than 40 hours of tasks and gliding. In short order most people will find working by the task a way to appreciate their time beneficially. 40 hours will not be a goal post anymore, just another number on the clock, and 50, 60 or more hours would take on a different light. Time would not be measured in minutes and hours but rather dollars and cents. After all, that the whole point of working for a living. Trading time for dollars.
Napolean Hill once said your time should be spent 50/50, Goal Achieving and Tension Relieving and if you choose your career carefully that split blends into indifference. That is when weekends disappear, as well as days of the week. Even the names of months lose their significance. Along with this life altering change how time is spent takes on another perspective. You can run your life or let your life run you. I’ve done both and prefer the former.
There are 3 kinds of people. They that make things happen, they that let things happen, and they that wonder, “What happened?”
Didn’t figure you for the type to sleep in so late …
Happy New Year ghost … 🙂
Happy New Year!
Another day, Me and the dog, a cup of coffee by the fire as the sun comes up. Well to be honest the fire is an electric heater in my office and my lab mix loves to lay in front of it.
Similar here. My office is in a detached building, attached to the house 60 feet away by an elevated wooden bridge I built 15 years ago.
The fire is a Procom “blue flame” propane heater mounted 4 feet off the floor. My mutt Shannon is gone now but her Real Tree rack lays in front of that fire. I sit here in the dark in front of that fire and sip my mud for half an hour before I turn anything on. It’s been 3 months and I miss her terribly everyday all day long.
We suspect our oldest cat, Tawny Autumn, who is 15, may be going to meet Shannon soon. The end for pets starts slow and then speeds up real fast. We’re enjoying her the best we can. If that happens then we will be down to just 1 pet, our 11 year old cat, Sparkle. The last time we had this few pets was 1988.
Here is my first glimpse of a sunrise of 2026. We’ve had an on-and-off cloudy/drizzly day today, and the skies are not as picturesque as they sometimes are. But seeing the skies, in whatever form, is better than not seeing the skies.
beats the ceiling in a coffin, eh?