Holding my own.
I am one of those people who has over the years had a battle with weight but lately I have found that I’m holding my own even though there are products like hydroxycut available.
I would imagine that it would be easy to maintain weight at the same level rather than have to worry about what you took in, and giving up on those all important soft drinks.
I find though that giving up on the soft drinks is very easy.
Lunch
Had lunch today with a friend from the good old days of broadcasting here in Phoenix, when I worked at KOOL AM/FM/TV.
In fact I was instrumental in getting him a job. Back in those days, you couldn’t go on line and just click here, you had to pick up a phone and make a phone call and actually talk to some one.
Karen and I had lunch with Gordy Belk who was working at another station and he called and said he wanted to work at KOOL. So being the really nice guy that I am, I told him who he had to talk with and even went so far as to tell that individual that Gordy was going to call and to give him a chance.
Gordy, called, had an interview and was hired. I left in 71, 72, he stayed until I think 76.
Dead Bolt.
Up until a few days ago, our house had a remote controlled dead blot on the front door. We could open/close the dead blot with the push of a button on a very small transmitter that fit in our hands.
We about a week ago, I had to get a pair of pliers to open it from the inside and I have not attempted to shut it.
I went on the Internet and found out that the company that made it, is no longer making that particular model.
Learning that, it came quickly to mind that we might need to look into a home automation system so that we can open the front door dead bolt remotely.
Siting here at the computer, that has me thinking of how easy it would be to do other things that I could do to the doors, windows and other things around our house without so much as getting up from my office chair.
Important task.
I have found that being a son-in-law has many important tasks that must be performed each year. And high on the list is not forgetting Mother’s Day. Luckily I have help, since my wife is a very good daughter and she all ways remembers such dates.
I, being a G R E A T Son-In-Law, and knowing where my bread is buttered, help my wife and let her know where to find cheap flower delivery for Mother day.
My mother who is no longer with us, didn’t raise no fool.
Told What I should do.
Back in the 60s I spent just short of 10 years at KOOL AM/FM and TV here in Phoenix.
While working an air shift on the AM, I received a call from an Individual who wanted to meet with me. I had no problem with that and a couple days later he came to the studio and we spent about 30 minutes getting to know each other.
Turns out he had his own business and from what he told me was doing quite well. I had no reason not to believe him and found talking with him interesting. Our friendship grew over the next several months. We would meet at a nearby restaurant in Downtown Phoenix that I could walk to from the studio.
At one of those lunches, I was surprised when he said to me: “Norm you are wasting your time in broadcasting and should take some time and look into sales jobs, because you impress me as being an excellent sales person.”
I didn’t leave KOOL or broadcasting right then, and I continued to have a friendship and many lunches and as I remember, at each lunch he reminded me I was “Wasting my Talent in Broadcasting.”
That aside, I considered him a friend.
Twist the Wheel.
Yesterday, Karen and I had a couple of places to go, so shortly after noon we left that house and drove to our first stop. Got out of the van, went inside and finished and returned to the van.
I put the key in the ignition and I could not turn it. Not a bit. I called the shop where we have the van serviced and he said attempt to turn the steering wheel itself and that should allow the key to work. I tried a couple times and no results. Then I put all the power I could muster, and that didn’t help either but it pulled something in my shoulder and I was in P A I N. At that point all I could think about was I sure hope there’s a medical cart handy.
I made another call to our auto service shop and was told that as soon as someone got back from lunch, they would send someone over to help.
There we sat for 45 minutes. Lucky for us the temp was in the 80s and with all the doors open, couldn’t open the windows because the key didn’t function it really wasn’t bad.
The owner of the auto service center arrived, and he couldn’t get the ignition to work either, so he went back to his shop, brought a wheelchair van back and took Karen and I home.
What happened to the van. A tow truck came and it was towed to the service center and that’s were it is right now.
