The following six invest-in-yourself suggestions are a continuation of Me Amoeba’s previous post, Time is Money: Invest in Yourself. Click HERE if you missed it. The investment options below don’t have to cost much, but you will have to spend some time on them. [click to continue…]
{August 2010
One of the disadvantages of being a human in the 21st century is that we’ve become the ultimate racing machine—and not ultimate as in unbeatable. We rush through our day, ticking off items on our agenda like laps around the track, sighing and shaking our heads at the clock as we whiz by. And even though we’re behind, we throw in a few extra pit stops and maybe a detour—still hungry for that checkered flag. The problem with racing the clock, however, is that whatever time we get … the clock reached it first.
We resolve to take second place hoping to earn extra points for our effort. I had a boss, once, who’d answer his cell phone even while perched on porcelain. One of my ex-coworkers returned from washing his hands in the restroom and claimed he heard the boss’s voice carry on a one-sided conversation from a stall. And, sadder still, I didn’t doubt it. Our boss was like that—bound to cell phones and PDA’s to the point of depriving himself a private poop.
Time is money, after all. [click to continue…]
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Lyra, digging the outdoors. What you can’t see is her soggy, dirt-balled butt … the aftermath of her sponge bath mentioned in the previous post Traveling with Cat(s). She doesn’t seem too worried about it here though.
{We went on an outing the other day, Rich and I, with our 15-month-old cat. Yes, cat. She’s been a traveler all along. Not by choice, necessarily, but to accommodate a lifestyle we’d established before—and existed when—she arrived, a two-week-old orphan we’d foster until she became adoptable. But sometime during her infancy we decided she was one of those kitties that only a foster family could love. So we kept her.
Lyra has made countless road trips, a majority of them lasting anywhere from 2½ to 6 hours—each way. She’s a pro. And even though my current occupation doesn’t require much traveling these days, we like to keep her practiced. Once a month or so we load Lyra up and drive to someplace woodsy where we can all get out and be one [some] with nature.
There’s a man-made lake not far from here and just past it a semi-secret spot along the river that feeds it. Perfect, we thought, for a timid adventurer and a couple reluctant to parade their cat in public. [click to continue…]
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