
Easy gift wish for today. Easy gift wish for any day. Any guesses? One Happy Place………

Easy gift wish for today. Easy gift wish for any day. Any guesses? One Happy Place………
I recently reposted a story from 2022 titled “Revenge of the Clothes Dryer” which tells the time I gained some weight while thinking my clothes were shrinking. Well it is 2025 and I feel my clothes are shrinking once again. So…….
Today’s Christmas wish is for time to exercise. Last year a few of my coworkers, who saw me take walks during lunch, asked if I worked out. I did not but was flattered by the assumption. Using that as motivation I started doing “50 Exercises For Men Over 50” which I saw on YouTube. From February 2024 to January 2025 I was pretty consistent with daily workouts. Not so much since then. Guess I better get back to it. My shrinking clothes are telling me it’s time.
The Holiday Season is off and running. December 1st marks my annual “Days of Christmas” countdown which I started in 2020.
So here we are, thankful for another year. So how do I want to start this year’s countdown? It has been a busy year both mentally and physically so for Day 25 let’s start with rest. Who couldn’t use more rest in their lives these days? Some say that rest is the main ingredient to the fountain of youth. I’ll take it.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone.
Thankful for blessings. Thankful for family. Thankful for friends. Thankful for health. Thankful for happiness. Thankful for the opportunity to share. Thankful for the opportunity to give. Thankful for love. Thankful for life.

Man! I got my old Husqvarna 150BT to start today. Replaced the fuel line and carburateur. Took awhile (and a few pulls) but it did start. So, I ran it for about 20 minutes and cleaned one side of the house. However, when I turned it off it wouldn’t start again. Right……?
Well progress is progress. A few weeks ago I bought a new leaf blower because the BT150 had “retired”. Now it may be back on the job. A little more TLC and it just might be back on duty with its big brother.
Everytime I see your face your smile brings out the best in me
Everytime I see your smile the more of you I wanna see
Everytime you kiss my lips so softly makes me close my eyes
Dream about us making love anticipation got me high
Gimme all your promises that you said you’d give to me
All the pretty promises the ones you break and the ones you keep
Takin all your promises that you said you’d give to me
All the pretty promises the ones you break and the ones you keep
Everytime you touch me girl I can feel it everywhere
Make me wanna touch you back you know I’m gonna touch you there
Everytime you hug me baby hate it when you walk away
So I’m gonna hold you closer hoping that you’ll always stay
Gimme all your promises that you said you’d give to me
All the pretty promises the ones you break and the ones you keep
Takin all your promises that you said you’d give to me
All the pretty promises the ones you break and the ones you keep
Promised that you’d kiss my body taking all the pain away
Promised that you’d whisper softly all the things you need to say
Promised that you’d breath into my Spirit everything you have to give
Promised that you’d love me for as long as God allows us to live
Gimme all your promises that you said you’d give to me
All the pretty promises the ones you break and the ones you keep
Loving all your promises that you always give to me
Loving all the promises you never break and always keep

My motivation is now personal, infinite, for my sanity
Burning, raging, passionate, all for my family.
My motivation is you, when seeing me you close the door.
My motivation is me, seeing you like I never have before.
Anger, painful, vengeful, yeah I can go there.
My motivation is simple, what’s fair is fair.
My motivation is the earth, the oceans and the trees.
Watching a life die, weapon of a choice: a knee.
My motivation is the Universe, the stars, the sun.
Saying you grabbed a taser, knowing it was a gun.
My motivation is winning, losing, the challenge.
Restless, irritable, irrational, and maybe out of balance.
Helpless, hopeless, limited, praying that I’m wrong.
My motivation is motion, happening, strong.
The heart, the energy, the power the rage.
I finished all of your chapters, you still on my first page.
Hedonistic, confident, extravagant, decadent.
My motivation is necessary, while yours is barely relevant.
You are full of weakness, cowardice, emptiness, you know I’m right.
My motivation is my revenge, your sorry ass started this fight.
My motivation is breathing, and living, and life.
With sounds, with music, with fellowship and the Light.
My motivation is God, Spirit and free
My motivation is personal, ’cause you messed with my family.
Man. Where do I begin. You know what, I’ll do something that is uncharacteristic of me. I’ll start at the end and work my way back to how this weekend started.
I am currently waiting for the plumber to complete repair of my home’s water main valve that started leaking on Saturday. The plumber had trouble locating the outside water meter because it is located nearer to my neighbor and buried under debris left by tree removal. The original estimate is increasing exponentially as I wait. He arrived at 10am. It is now 1:40pm. Meanwhile we have an electrician scheduled to arrive by 2pm to install lights….. cost to be determined.
On Saturday I repaired a leaky bathtub faucet due to the cartridge needing replacement. I did the work myself to save money. Had to do the repair twice as the first cartridge’s rubber seal came apart…….Little did I know what lurked for today. It is Monday by the way.
And now to the beginning. My weekend got off to a promising start. I finally found time to inspect my old Husqvarna 150BT leaf-blower to see why it stopped working. Stripped it down the the cylinder. Everything looked good. May be just a clogged fuel line. To be safe I ordered the fuel line and carburateur and hope to install them next weekend. As of now there is no more work scheduled and I hope to keep it that way. And so does my bank account.


It’s time.
Hey, do you know that the night only becomes a night when the day fades away
Do you realize that when the days turn to years that the days have more to say
Would you believe that the words of your thoughts create the story of your life
Imagine the power of your thoughts having the power to make choices wrong, or right