I’ll admit it right up front: I am addicted to M&M’s dark chocolate, and I’m not the least bit ashamed. In fact, I wear that addiction like a badge of honor. Some people unwind with a glass of wine, others with a good cigar — me, I reach for that familiar big bag of dark chocolate M&M’s, the one that rattles with the promise of comfort, nostalgia, and just the right amount of indulgence.
My love affair with these colorful little gems began the moment the dark chocolate variety was announced. I had always enjoyed the classic milk chocolate version, but dark chocolate. That was a whole new level of temptation. Richer, deeper, smoother — it was as if someone had finally understood what my taste buds had been trying to say for years. And from that moment on, I was hooked.
Of course, part of the charm of M&M’s has always been that unforgettable slogan: “M&M’s melt in your mouth, not in your hand.” As a kid, I believed that line with the same faith I reserved for Saturday morning cartoons. As an adult, I appreciate it even more. There’s something wonderfully reassuring about a candy that promises not to betray you with sticky fingers or chocolate smudges. It’s a small thing, but small things matter — especially when they come coated in a candy shell.
What many people don’t realize is that M&M’s weren’t born in a candy factory for kids. They were born on the battlefield. During World War II, soldiers needed chocolate that could survive heat, travel, and the chaos of combat. Regular chocolate bars melted too easily, so the idea of a hard candy shell was developed to protect the chocolate inside. Practical, clever, and delicious — a trifecta of innovation. The soldiers got their chocolate fix, and the world got a treat that would outlive the war by generations.
Knowing that history makes my dark chocolate M&M’s feel like more than just a snack. They’re a tiny piece of ingenuity, a reminder that even in the hardest times, people find ways to create something comforting. And maybe that’s why they’ve stuck with me all these years. They’re simple, yes, but they carry a story — one that stretches from wartime necessity to modern‑day delight.
Every time I tear open a bag, I’m reminded of that blend of creativity and practicality that gave us one of the world’s most beloved candies. And every time I pop a handful into my mouth, I’m reminded why I keep coming back. They’re familiar. They’re satisfying. They’re a small, colorful moment of joy in a world that doesn’t always hand those out freely.
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A Search That Changed the Day
There are people who pass through our lives quietly, almost without effort, and yet they leave an imprint that lasts far longer than we ever expect. I served with someone like that—steady, good‑natured, the kind of person you don’t forget even when the years start piling up. After our time in the service, he went back to his hometown in upstate New York and stepped into the construction company his father had built. It was the sort of life that fit him: familiar streets, honest work, a place where he belonged.
When his father died, he took over the business. I always imagined him doing well, carrying on the family name, maybe raising a family of his own. Life moved me forward, and I assumed it moved him forward too. We lost touch, as people often do, and I told myself I’d look him up someday.
A few years ago, I finally did. Just a simple internet search—nothing more than a moment of curiosity mixed with nostalgia. I expected to find a business listing or maybe a photo from a local event. Instead, I found an obituary. He had died in an auto accident about eight years earlier. A drunk driver hit him head‑on. He never regained consciousness.
I sat there staring at the screen, feeling the weight of all the time that had slipped by unnoticed. It wasn’t guilt exactly, but something quieter and heavier—a recognition that I had let a good person drift out of my life without ever meaning to. And now the chance to reconnect was gone.
Moments like that have a way of shifting your perspective. They remind you that life isn’t just about the big milestones or the dramatic turns. It’s also about the people who walked beside you for a while, the ones who mattered even if you didn’t realize how much at the time. They remind you to reach out when someone crosses your mind, to say the thing you’ve been meaning to say, to appreciate the connections that make the journey feel less solitary.
Time moves in only one direction, but reflection lets us honor the people who shaped us along the way. Even the ones we never got to say goodbye to.
A Humorous Look at My First Computer
A long, long time ago—specifically in 1994, when dinosaurs roamed the Earth—I took the plunge and bought my very first computer. I snagged it from a coworker who supposedly built computers from scratch, though I think he just glued some wood together and hoped for the best. If my memory serves me right (and it’s been known to play tricks), I forked over a whopping $700 for this techno marvel. Comparing that ancient relic to today’s gadgets is like comparing a bicycle to a rocket ship! The highlight back then? Oh, just charmingly efficient waits for the computer to process things—because who doesn’t love a good suspenseful pause in their life?
Windows 3.1 was the operating system, and let me tell you, it was about as slick as a greased pig on a hot day! The transfer system? A floppy disk, of course—because who doesn’t love playing “guess which way is up?” with a piece of plastic? This bad boy could hold less than 500 kilobits; that’s right, kilobits, not even megabytes—a time when everyone shared programs like they were passing around a plate of cookies. Copyright laws? Pfft! Totally useless! “Hey Joe, I snagged this new program; want a copy?” It had a whopping 2 megabytes of RAM—impressive if you were a computer from the Stone Age! Gigabyte memories were just a twinkle in the future’s eye, and the hard drive was a paltry chunk of space under 1000 megabytes. USB or thumb drives? What a dream! We were just grateful if our computer didn’t spontaneously combust when booting up. Oh, how spoiled we have become!
You’ve got yourself a computer, but wait—what’s missing? A printer! Because, of course, you need to print out those emails no one reads. Now, you’ve added a printer, but oops! More memory for the printer means your computer is slower than a snail in molasses. But hey, why stop there? Let’s throw in a flatbed scanner! Great idea, right? More memory required! Now your computer is moving at a tortoise’s pace. And just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, the delightful era of combination printer/scanners rolls in, making your tech woes feel like a sitcom episode!
To be a computer guru back in the day, you needed a modem—oh yes, the good old days of the snazzy 32k modems, which were basically the F1 race cars of the time. But then, like a hero in a cheesy 80s movie, the revolutionary 64k modem burst onto the scene! Forget Wi-Fi; we were tethered to our phone lines like we were in some kind of tech prison. You’d dial up, sit back, and embark on the thrilling adventure of waiting—waiting, waiting, and oh, more waiting! And let’s not forget the charm of watching your computer slowly transform into a sluggish dinosaur, as all that nostalgia gobbled up your memory like it was an all-you-can-eat buffet!
If I remember correctly, I clung to this computer like it was my lifeline until after Y2K — because let’s be honest, most tech from back then was about as prepared for the year 2000 as I was for my first date! I can’t quite recall how they fixed that whole “catastrophic doom” situation, but I do remember the panic rivaling a toddler without their snack. Since my first computer, I’ve lost track of how many new ones I’ve bought in the last 30 years — definitely over ten, because clearly, my love for technology rivals my love for pizza! Most of them have been Dell or HP, but one relative had an Acer that seemed to enjoy testing their patience more than anything else. I’d pick Dell over HP any day, but I can’t comment on Apple — never had one, so it’s like judging a book by its cover… or maybe its shiny logo. Now we’ve got tablets, iPads, smartphones, smart TVs, and a whole universe of gadgets that make desktop computers feel like yesterday’s news. I wouldn’t be surprised if one day they take desktop towers out back for a quiet retirement; the sales are dropping faster than my motivation to exercise!
On my ancient relic of a computer back in 1994, there existed a magical financial sorcery tool known as Quicken. I became so attached to it that I probably needed a support group! Despite its many makeovers over the years, it still feels like an old friend—albeit one that occasionally needs a nap. I’ve endured everything from hard drive meltdowns to viral invasions, from hardware that thinks it’s a piece of modern art to software that’s gone rogue, and let’s not forget the countless moments of “Oops, I’m out of memory!” It’s been a wild and whimsical ride through the wonderfully chaotic world of computers!
With the rise of AI, I can totally picture a future where all you have to do is think about a topic, and voila! The trusty AI whips up a masterpiece, saves it, and sends it to all your friends and enemies while you kick back, sip your coffee, and embrace your inner couch potato. Who knew procrastination could get so high-tech?
Why I Choose Not to Play the Lottery
First of all, to win the lottery, you have to play the lottery. I don’t play the lottery. I can’t remember the last time I threw away money to buy a lottery ticket, as I’ve always been skeptical about the whole concept. I have many friends and relatives that faithfully purchase lottery tickets every week, entrusting their hopes and dreams to a few overpriced scraps of paper. Has anyone won? Not that I know of, although I often hear tales of near misses and “What ifs” that keep the spirit alive. When the lottery first started, I played the scam, intrigued by the excitement it promised, only to realize that the odds were heavily stacked against us. I think the most numbers I ever got was two, which convinced me that the chances are slim next to none. Many of my friends celebrate the anticipation of the draw and share their “winning strategies,” yet deep down, I wonder if they truly believe they’ll succeed or if they’re simply chasing a fleeting dream. Despite the initial thrill, I find comfort in my decision to abstain, choosing instead to invest my time and energy into pursuits that hold far more promise and fulfillment.
Therefore, theoretically if I ever won millions I would disappear and change my life totally. First, I would acquire legal advice and a financial advisor, carefully selecting professionals who genuinely prioritize my best interests and have a track record of guiding clients through such life-altering transitions. I have heard that these multimillionaires suddenly have relatives come out of the woodwork and friends that you haven’t heard or seen from for years; this thought fills me with a sense of caution, as I want people to be around me for who I am, not what I have, valuing authentic relationships over superficial connections. Charities and good causes would get a portion of my good fortune, as it’s essential to me to give back to the community and contribute to meaningful projects that promote welfare and growth. In doing so, I hope to support initiatives that focus on education, healthcare, and environmental conservation, which I believe are fundamental to a thriving society. The largest concern I have is whether I will be any happier or complete than what I am now; the pursuit of wealth often appears glamorous, yet I wonder if it would bring fulfillment or merely a new set of challenges and expectations. Ultimately, it’s the relationships I foster and the impact I leave behind that will define my true wealth, rather than the amount in my bank account.
My life has been full and rewarding, marked by a rich tapestry of experiences that have shaped me into who I am today. I am in my seasoned years and have had more good things and people than bad events, which has instilled in me a deep sense of gratitude. No, I am not rich in the conventional sense, with extravagant possessions or vast wealth. I am just a mere mortal who values the simple joys of life, living comfortably, happily, and cultivating relationships that would be hard to replace. Each friendship I have nurtured, each moment of laughter shared, adds a unique layer to my existence that cannot be quantified. It would be a tough job for those millions to replace what I have now, as the connections I cherish are irreplaceable and timeless. Therefore, with a heart full of appreciation, I do not intend to start playing the lottery anytime soon, for I already possess a fortune far greater than money can buy.
Exploring Denver’s Hidden Gems
I was born and raised in Denver, Colorado. Except for a couple of years in the army, I have lived in the Denver Metro area for over eighty years, watching the city grow and change over the decades. During my school years, field trips to this iconic attraction were always a highlight, filled with excitement and wonder about what we would learn. This incredible place, drawing close to 500,000 visitors a year, stands as a testament to both history and community engagement. Established in 1862, it has become a cherished part of Denver’s identity, and remarkably, there are only five of its kind in the entire nation. For a period of time, I worked at a place that was only a block away, making it all the more interesting as I would often pass by. I don’t know how many times I have driven by it, each time feeling a tug in my heart and thinking, “I need to go there.” Have you figured it out?
The answer is: The Denver United States Mint
A Personal Story Behind My Name
Many babies are named after the father, a relative, or a close family friend, continuing a long-held tradition that signifies respect and familial ties. The trend these days, however, appears to be shifting towards names that are less conventional, often inspired by unique qualities or personal stories. Parents are embracing more distinctive names such as Ace, April, Fable, Huxley, and many others, reflecting a desire for individuality and creativity in their children’s identities. This growing preference for uncommon names might also stem from a cultural fascination with storytelling and the hope that these names will carry a special significance as the children grow. As such, the landscape of baby naming is evolving, offering a rich variety of options that move beyond traditional norms and invite a new era of identity formation.
I popped into this world just four months after Pearl Harbor, smack dab in the middle of World War II, a time when families were mostly wondering if they should have invested in a bunker instead of a backyard garden. So, I decided to ask my parents who I was named after, especially since my older brother was named after my dad—talk about family traditions feeling like a heavyweight title! They launched into a story that made me feel nostalgic—and slightly baffled. Apparently, they were grappling with a name crisis during wartime, trying to avoid the pressure of “Hey, kid, what’s your name?” At some point, they discovered a local newspaper listing freshly drafted soldiers, which was like scrolling through a tragic feed where the heroes were just regular Joes. They combed through the list with all the seriousness of someone choosing a pizza topping and stumbled upon the name Thomas Lee, which sounded classy enough to stick. So there I was, named after a distant guy who might have faced more dilemmas than just “pepperoni or sausage” on a Friday night. If this story is true, who knows? Family legends often mix reality with a sprinkle of imagination. Just like you’ll never know if I’m spinning this yarn for website traffic, leaving me to muse about how names hold the weight of history while dodging the actual history lesson!
Finding Fulfillment After Career Challenges
I am beyond a dream job, having dedicated my life to a fulfilling career that I truly enjoyed. However, I have been retired for over twenty years now, where the days blend into a serene routine filled with leisure and activities that bring me joy. Now, I dream of staying healthy, as I understand that maintaining vitality is essential to fully enjoy this chapter of my life. I find hope in my financial situation, carefully planned and managed, with the aspiration that it will outlast me, allowing me to travel, indulge in hobbies, and spend quality time with loved ones in comfort and peace.
A long time ago I had a dream job in mind. When I entered junior high school, now they call middle school, I was put in what they called an accelerated class. This was composed of kids that was in the top ranking of the proficiency tests they gave us, a distinction that filled me with pride and motivation. At that time, I loved science class, especially chemistry, where the wonders of chemical reactions fascinated me endlessly. My friend and I stayed after school and helped the science teacher around the lab and classroom, eagerly soaking up as much knowledge as we could. The thrill of mixing substances and observing their transformations ignited a passion in me, and my dream job then was to become either a chemist or an engineer, professions that promised to challenge my intellect and creativity. Towards the end of ninth grade, they gave us a standardized test that was supposed to inform us what kind of career to pursue, a test I approached with excitement and anticipation. The results came back, and much to my dismay, chemistry or engineering was not on my list of careers, leaving me confused and questioning my future. This shattered me, my dream was destroyed, leaving a void that I struggled to fill. I continued to high school with a heavy heart, and as my motivation dwindled, I barely graduated from high school, feeling as though I had lost my way in a world that seemed to offer no place for my ambitions.
For the next forty-five years, I had a job, navigating through the ups and downs of the professional world. Some jobs were not only good but also high-paying positions that provided financial security, while others were merely survival jobs, keeping me afloat during tougher times. Between 1987 and 1991, I encountered the most challenging financial period of my life, marked by economic instability and uncertainty. During this time, I was laid off from my well-paying job, which was a devastating blow, especially as unemployment rates soared to seven and a half percent. The struggle to find new employment was daunting; it took over four long years before I could secure a decent job that offered both stability and a sense of purpose. Despite the abundance of opportunities that came my way, none of them matched my vision of a dream job, leaving me yearning for something more fulfilling. However, after years of hard work and perseverance, I am now retired and find satisfaction in my current situation, appreciating the lessons learned and the journey that has brought me to this point in life.
I do have a new dream though, that is to have many subscribers and followers who read and enjoy my ramblings, connecting with them through shared thoughts and ideas. I envision a vibrant community where each interaction sparks engaging conversations, encouraging different perspectives and fostering a sense of belonging among like-minded individuals. It excites me to think about the stories I’ll share and the inspiration they’ll bring to others, creating a ripple effect of positivity and creativity as we explore topics close to our hearts together.
Copilot AI and Gemini AI answers
Out of curiosity I asked Copilot the question. Here is the answer I received.
There’s a lot of conversation these days about whether AI is meant to lead us or simply follow our commands, but the truth is far less dramatic and far more human. AI doesn’t dream up a vision for the future or rally people toward a cause. It also doesn’t trail behind, waiting for orders like a loyal apprentice. Instead, it acts as a kind of amplifier—quiet, steady, and surprisingly revealing. Whatever intention we bring to it, AI magnifies. If we approach it with curiosity, it expands our thinking. If we bring creativity, it opens new doors. If we lead with care, it helps us build more thoughtfully. In that way, AI becomes a mirror, reflecting the kind of leaders we choose to be. And maybe that’s the real opportunity here: not to wonder whether technology will take the lead, but to recognize how much power we still hold in shaping the tone, direction, and heart of the world we’re building.
Then asked Gemini the same question. Here is Gemini’s response.
A good leader is often defined not by their title or authority, but by their ability to influence, inspire, and empower others to achieve a shared goal.1 In the modern world, leadership has shifted from “command and control” to a more human-centered and agile approach.
Here is a breakdown of the core pillars that make an effective leader today.
1. Emotional Intelligence
EQ is widely considered the most critical trait for modern leaders. It involves more than just being “nice”; it is the strategic management of emotions.
- Self-Awareness: Understanding your own strengths, weaknesses, and emotional triggers.
- Empathy: The ability to see things from a team member’s perspective, which builds deep trust and psychological safety.
- Regulation: Staying calm and decisive under pressure rather than reacting impulsively.
2. Vision and Strategic Foresight
A leader provides the “North Star.” Without a clear destination, a team is just busy, not productive.
- Clarity: Translating complex goals into actionable steps that everyone understands.
- Purpose: Connecting daily tasks to a larger “why,” which is a primary driver of employee retention.
- Adaptability: Having a vision for the future while being humble enough to pivot when market conditions or technologies (like AI) change.
3. Integrity and Accountability
Trust is the currency of leadership. It is earned through consistency between words and actions.
- Leading by Example: Never asking the team to do something you aren’t willing to do yourself.
- Owning Mistakes: A good leader takes the blame when things go wrong and gives away the credit when things go right.
- Transparency: Being honest about challenges rather than hiding them, which fosters a culture of openness.
4. Empowerment and Delegation
Great leaders don’t create followers; they create more leaders.
- Trust: Giving team members the autonomy to own their work without micromanaging.
- Coaching: Shifting from “telling people what to do” to “asking the right questions” to help them find the solution themselves.
- Inclusivity: Actively seeking out diverse perspectives to avoid “groupthink” and drive innovation.
5. Modern Technical Fluency
In 2026, leadership also requires Digital Fluency. This doesn’t mean you need to be a coder, but you must understand how to leverage emerging technologies—like Generative AI and remote collaboration tools—to improve your team’s efficiency and wellbeing.
What do you think of the responses?
Lessons from My Parents’ Support
I felt love from my parents. They raised me. They clothed me. They fed me. Most important, they taught me the most vital values to live and enjoy the eighty-plus years I have experienced, instilling in me principles such as kindness, resilience, and the pursuit of knowledge, all of which have shaped who I am today and guided me through life’s many challenges and triumphs.
Reduce Clutter If You Are Up To It
Celebrate National Pet Day
National Dress Up Your Pet Day is celebrated every year on April 11th. It’s a fun, lighthearted holiday dedicated to dressing up your furry (or feathered, or scaly) friends in cute, comfortable outfits and showing off their style. Whether it’s a dog in a tiny sweater, a cat rocking a hat, a guinea pig in a gown, or even a bird with a little accessory, the goal is to have fun, bond with your pet, and share adorable photos.
Quick Facts
- Founded in 2009 by Colleen Paige, a celebrity pet lifestyle expert and animal behaviorist (she’s also behind National Dog Day and National Cat Day).
- The day encourages pet owners to pamper their animals with safe, comfy costumes while promoting pet adoption and animal welfare — many of Colleen’s holidays aim to spotlight homeless pets.
- It’s not just for dogs and cats; bunnies, hamsters, reptiles, and more can join in if the outfit fits safely.
How to Celebrate
- Pick out (or make) a costume that’s safe: It should fit properly, not restrict breathing, movement, vision, or hearing, and avoid anything that could overheat or irritate your pet.
- Have a mini photoshoot or “catwalk” moment at home.
- Go all out with matching outfits for you and your pet (because why not?).
- Share pics online, social media blows up with these every April 11th!
- If your pet hates costumes, no pressure — just give them extra treats and love instead.
Blogging to Multimedia Content
I’ve been blogging at tomt2.com since 2006, and that’s really where my creative journey began. Over the years, I’ve expanded into writing books, paperbacks, and magazines—many of which are available through Amazon and Blurb.
Along the way, I’ve also experimented with video content on YouTube and stayed active on the usual digital platforms like email, X, and Facebook.
I don’t expect to land on a bestseller list or build a massive following, and that’s perfectly fine. I create because I enjoy it. Writing, posting, and exploring new ideas keeps my mind sharp, my curiosity alive, and the whole process continues to be a lot of fun.
From Soldiers to Snacks: The History of M&M’s :
I am addicted to M&M’S dark chocolate, and I am not ashamed of it. I have been indulging in these delightful treats since the announcement of the dark chocolate variety, which has only deepened my love for them over the years. I still remember the catchy saying, “M&M’s melt in your mouth, not in your hand!” that perfectly encapsulates the joy of savoring these little morsels without the worry of messy fingers. M&Ms originated during World War II when the fighting forces had a pressing need for a chocolate that could withstand the rigors of battle without melting away. The M&M was created not just to fulfill that craving for chocolate among soldiers but also to solve the age-old problem of chocolate melting, thus ensuring that these sweet bites could be enjoyed in any condition. Since then, M&M’s dark chocolate has not only become a favorite snack for many but also a nostalgic reminder of love, comfort, and the enduring spirit of creativity that turned a simple idea into a beloved treat across generations.
After writing this post I must go grab a handful of M&M’s MMMMMM Good
Starting a Business to Foster Companionship
Start a business and offer conversation time as a unique service to clients seeking companionship or guidance. You could make it a walk-in session, allowing for spontaneous interactions in a comfortable setting, or offer scheduled appointment sessions to ensure a more personalized experience. Alternatively, you could travel to the prospect’s home address, providing a convenient option for those who prefer a familiar environment or have mobility challenges. This flexible approach not only caters to various preferences but also builds trust and rapport through meaningful conversations that can significantly enrich the client’s daily life.
In my career days, for a period, I called on many single individuals living alone, and I discovered that a substantial number of them were starving for human interaction. Many times, during my visits, I had a difficult time leaving because they expressed such deep longing and yearning for connection. These individuals were often found within the senior citizen category, as well as among handicapped people confined to their homes, who faced the daily challenges of isolation. Additionally, I encountered numerous mid-life women who, in their struggle against loneliness, shared heartfelt stories about their experiences and desires for companionship. However, it became evident that many of these individuals were seeking more than just casual conversation; they yearned for genuine relationships and meaningful engagements that could enrich their lives and alleviate the solitude they experienced. The need for social interaction transcended simple chat; it was a profound longing for empathy, understanding, and the warmth of human connection that each of us craves, especially in times of loneliness.
The outcome can be unexpected or a total failure. As I’ve aged, I’ve noticed my sexual desire has decreased, changing how I connect with others. Still, the need for human interaction remains strong but has evolved into something deeper. I now find comfort in companionship, engaging conversations, and the joy of shared experiences, which are more valuable than just physical attraction. This shift has moved my focus from physical desire to emotional and intellectual connections, where meaningful conversations and laughter matter more than short-lived romantic encounters, showing me that human relationships are far richer and more satisfying than I once thought.
Understanding Life and Death: Near-Death Insights
Since I am over eighty years old, I would say I qualify to post on this subject. As long as I am able to get around and be relatively healthy, I am all for living a long time on this earth, embracing each day with gratitude and joy. The experiences and wisdom I have accumulated over the years have enriched my life in countless ways, allowing me to cherish the moments spent with loved ones, explore new passions, and reflect on the beauty of existence. However, on the other hand, if my health declines to the point where I become immobilized and handicapped, requiring constant care and assistance, I hope that I do not have to endure pain and suffering in this vegetative state. It is a sobering thought to consider the quality of life we maintain as we grow older, and I sincerely hope for a peaceful and dignified transition, surrounded by the love and support of my family, should that inevitable time come.
Almost three years ago, I encountered a profound near-death experience that changed my perspective on life and existence forever. During that fleeting moment, I was granted a preview of what lies beyond this earthly realm, and the insight I received about life after death was both illuminating and comforting. This transformative experience removed all fear and anguish from my heart regarding the inevitable passage of time that we will all face at some point in our lives. I came to understand that death is not an end but a transition, a journey into a new phase of existence where love and light prevail. In sharing this perspective, I hope to alleviate the anxiety that many feel towards mortality, encouraging others to embrace life with a renewed sense of purpose and peace.
Navigating Life’s Uncertainties
I spend more time thinking about the future, contemplating the myriad possibilities that lie ahead. As a senior, I am acutely aware that my time on earth could be soon or extend for another twenty years or more. Each day I find myself reflecting on the legacy I wish to leave behind, the relationships I want to nurture, and the dreams I still wish to fulfill. The uncertainty of life fuels my motivation to make each moment count and encourages me to embrace both the challenges and joys that come my way, as I navigate this stage of my life with hope and resilience.
I often find myself contemplating the profound question, “how will my time on earth end?” Will I be peacefully walking along one day, only to have an unforeseen mishap occur, leading to a sudden fall or perhaps my untimely death? Or will the end come in the form of a serious accident, shrouded in chaos and uncertainty? Alternatively, could it be that I will find my life eclipsed by the shadow of a relentless illness, one that forces me to endure countless years enveloped in pain and suffering? These thoughts swirl in my mind, weaving a tapestry of fear and curiosity about what lies beyond this mortal existence, leaving me to ponder the meaning of life and the inevitability of its conclusion.
I have been pretty healthy throughout my life, and I’ve always taken my well-being seriously, engaging in regular exercise and maintaining a balanced diet. The most serious health event was almost three years ago when I had a near-death experience due to a gigantic blood clot that formed between my lungs, quite unexpectedly. I remember how terrifying it was to realize that my life was hanging in the balance. Fortunately, I was one of the lucky 3 to 5 percent who survived this kind of event, which has left me with a profound appreciation for life and the fragility of health. This experience not only changed my perspective but also motivated me to advocate for awareness about blood clots and to share my story with others, emphasizing the importance of paying attention to our bodies and the signs they give us. Never massage a cramp in the leg. It may be a blood clot, and the massage may break the clot loose and migrate to the lung and heart to become a life-threatening serious event.
I often think about important events and memories in my life, getting lost in a mix of happy moments and achievements. It’s interesting how certain experiences bring back strong feelings, reminding me of places and people that have shaped me. From joyful childhood times to key career milestones, each memory is like a thread in my personal history. Reflecting on these moments gives me nostalgia and reminds me of the lessons learned and strength gained. It helps me appreciate my journey and understand my future goals better.
Navigating Daily Challenges in My Golden Years
Since I am over eighty, my biggest challenge is to stay healthy and alert, which requires me to be more mindful of my daily habits and routines. I focus on maintaining a balanced diet. Additionally, engaging my mind through reading, puzzles, and social interactions like blogging, helps me stay mentally sharp and connected to the world around me. It’s a continuous journey that demands dedication and resilience, but I believe that by prioritizing my health, I can enjoy my golden years to the fullest.
HAPPY NEW YEARS!
NO, I DIDN’T CELEBRATE LAST NIGHT. I WAS ASLEEP BEFORE 11PM !
Reflections on Life’s Moments
Eighty plus years make me feel nostalgic, as I reflect on the countless memories that have shaped my life and the world around me; from the laughter of cherished friends to the bittersweet moments of loss, each experience is a thread woven into the tapestry of my existence, reminding me of the passage of time and the wisdom gained through both joy and adversity.
I remember rotary phones, standard automobile transmissions, and homes being built around my home, all symbols of a much simpler time. The warmth of community was tangible as neighbors gathered to lend a helping hand. I also think about my working life, spending over forty years dedicated to my profession, which shaped not only my identity but also my understanding of hard work and perseverance. My time in the military instilled a deep sense of discipline and camaraderie that would stay with me forever. The introduction of television was a pivotal moment, transforming leisure time, and then came color TV, which brought stories and information to life in vivid hues, captivating our imaginations. I could go on and on, reminiscing about how these innovations marked milestones in our lives. It is truly amazing how technology has progressed in the last eighty years, ushering in changes that shape our daily lives in ways we could never have anticipated.
Embracing Life
The biggest influence in my life is the confidence that there is time after life on this planet; this belief gives me a sense of peace and purpose, encouraging me to embrace each moment fully and to pursue my dreams without hesitation. It reassures me that the journey is as significant as the destination, allowing me to appreciate the beauty of human connections and the lessons learned along the way. Knowing that life continues in some form after our time here inspires me to live authentically and compassionately, fostering deep relationships and creating a legacy that I hope will resonate beyond my earthly existence.
1942: A Year of Change and Family Legacy
On December 7, 1941, I was in my mother’s womb, slowly growing to be born the following March of 1942, amidst a world that was rapidly changing. Everything I know is what I was told, stories passed down from my parents and relatives who lived through those tumultuous times. It was the early stages of World War II, a conflict that would reshape the world and alter the lives of millions. Homeowners had victory gardens to help combat the nationwide shortage of food, as every family did their part to support the war effort. Gas stamps were issued, and gasoline was rationed, creating a sense of scarcity that permeated daily life. The day I was born, there was double daylight saving time, a unique occurrence that my parents often reminisced about. They told me if the time had been normal, I would have been born just the day before, which adds a peculiar twist to my birth story. My dad was in some kind of reserve militia, a precautionary measure in case things took a turn for the worse. He was not drafted, as he worked at Gates Rubber Company in a position deemed critical for the war effort, producing materials essential for military vehicles. I can’t remember my age when I started to recall specific events in my life, but when those memories began to emerge, I felt an undeniable connection to the history that surrounded me, a history that was not only my family’s but one that was intertwined with the very fabric of a nation in turmoil.
Flying W Ranch at Colorado Springs
The last thing we did for fun was going to the Flying W Ranch in Colorado Springs, a family-friendly destination that offers a unique blend of Western heritage and entertainment. We visited the ranch prior to June of 2012 and thoroughly enjoyed our time there, indulging in the wonderful atmosphere that showcased the spirit of the Wild West. Unfortunately, in June 2012, a devastating wildfire consumed the entire location, leaving many heartbroken over the loss of such a cherished place. However, the resilience of the owners and their team has led to its remarkable rebuilding, and it has since reopened its doors to the public. The ranch is just as nice, if not more so, as it was before the fire, boasting improved facilities and even more engaging shows that delight visitors of all ages. If you ever have the opportunity to visit Colorado Springs, make sure to put the Flying W Ranch on your list of things to do, as it promises an unforgettable experience filled with laughter, music, and the beauty of the Colorado landscape.
My Father’s Influence: Shaping Who I Am
My father was a significant influence in my life. He supported me from my birth through my journey into adulthood and beyond, encouraging me to chase my dreams. He taught me the importance of hard work, integrity, and kindness, shaping who I am today. His faith in my abilities gave me the confidence to tackle challenges and aim for success, knowing I had a reliable foundation. His presence offered comfort and instilled a deep appreciation for family that I still hold dear.
He took me fishing on bright summer mornings, enjoyable trips to the mountains where we would hike and explore nature, and exciting ball games that fostered a love for sports. He patiently taught me how to drive and repair cars, sharing stories and skills that connected us. He was always there, a steadfast presence in my life, guiding me through both challenges and triumphs. Dad loved my mother, and his affection extended to Grandma, my mother’s mother, who lived with us until I was fifteen. This arrangement was not just about family; it was a lesson in love, respect, and the importance of multi-generational bonds. Living with Grandma enriched our household, providing wisdom and warmth, which helped shape the family dynamics and instilled values that I would carry with me throughout my life.
Sure, he wasn’t perfect. There were rare moments where his underlying temper came out of hiding and showed its ugly face, often catching those around him off guard, leaving them unsure of how to react. He was not one of the best people persons; social interactions often felt like walking on eggshells, as he struggled to read the emotions of others and respond appropriately. I was told that he was a mid-life baby, born ten years after his brother and sister, which seemed to set him apart from the very beginning. Growing up on a farm, many years without siblings to share in the joys and challenges of childhood, I speculate that this isolation is one of the primary reasons he didn’t learn people skills. Instead of developing bonds and understanding the nuances of friendships and relationships, he became accustomed to solitude, finding comfort in the routine of farm life rather than the chaos of family dynamics, which ultimately shaped his worldview and interactions with others.
My dad has greatly influenced who I am today, and I loved him for his constant support and guidance. His teachings have shaped my values, and I treasure the memories we created together. Whether through laughter or hard lessons, he has always been my anchor, offering wisdom and encouragement that helped me move forward.
Reflecting on a Year
I would say life is close to what I anticipated, with its ups and downs adding both color and depth to the experience. I have been retired close to twenty years, a milestone that has offered me a unique perspective on the world around me. I haven’t won the lottery, which I once dreamed of, but I have survived a near-death experience a few years ago that reshaped my outlook on life. My health has been relatively the same as a year ago; I’ve made it a priority to stay active and engaged, finding joy in simple pleasures and meaningful connections. I am just living out my bonus years for the last 2 1/2 years, cherishing each day as a gift. How long will my bonus years be, who knows? Perhaps I will find new adventures waiting around the corner, as I continue to embrace the unpredictability of life and savor each moment as it comes.
Financial Tools and Technologies
First, I learned and used the Zelle app, which turned out to be an incredibly convenient financial tool. One day, I found myself needing to give a relative some cash for an expected expense. Rather than going through the hassle of locating an ATM, waiting in line, and withdrawing cash—which often feels like a chore—I had a lightbulb moment. It occurred to me that I could simply use Zelle to transfer money directly from my bank account to theirs with just a few taps on my laptop. This not only saved me time but also made the entire process so much easier and more efficient. The thought of bypassing physical cash transactions and embracing digital solutions felt like a significant step forward in managing my finances.
However, I do not put banking information apps on my smart phone. An acquaintance somehow lost or had her smartphone stolen and it had no pin number assigned to it, and she had banking apps on her phone. Here account was drained and she could not recoup it. An expensive lesson to learn.
I also learned from a former naval officer that mine sweepers are built from wood. Apparently, they use some electromagnetic energy to sweep the mines, which is fascinating because it highlights the specialized technology employed by the navy. Furthermore, metal vessels cannot be used due to a significant kind of interference; the presence of metal could disrupt the delicate signals that these wooden boats rely on to effectively detect and neutralize underwater mines. This unique design choice not only ensures operational efficiency but also reflects a long-standing tradition in naval engineering, where functionality and adaptability are paramount.
Finally, it goes to show that life is one continuous learning process. One of the important reasons for life is to learn as much as possible.
The Gift of Speaking: Transforming Ideas into Words
The thing that sparks my admiration is speaking ability — that rare gift of turning thoughts into words that not only inform but inspire. It’s more than just fluency or vocabulary; it’s the power to shape silence into meaning, to command attention without demanding it. A skilled speaker can weave stories that linger, arguments that persuade, and truths that resonate long after the sound has faded.
I admire how speaking ability bridges worlds: it connects the speaker’s inner vision with the listener’s imagination. It transforms ideas into shared experiences, carrying emotions across the invisible space between people. Whether it’s the calm authority of a leader, the lyrical cadence of a poet, or the heartfelt honesty of a friend, speaking ability is a spark that ignites admiration because it reveals not just what someone knows, but who they are.
I suppose this admiration stems from my less-than-stellar speaking skills. My voice has all the charisma of a wet noodle, making me feel like I don’t exactly belong at the podium. Gifted with a voice that lacks resonance and clarity, I was hoping to captivate my audience with my charm—spoiler alert: it didn’t work. I’ve got hundreds of podcasts on my website, each brimming with topics I’m passionate about, and I originally used my own voice for them, aiming for that personal touch. But after a few episodes, I realized my natural talent leaned more towards monotone ennui than engaging storytelling. So, I made the executive decision to switch to an AI voice, saving my listeners from potential yawns and letting me dive into content creation without a battle against my delivery. With the AI voice, I discovered a level of professional quality and enthusiasm that made my podcasts feel like a joyride rather than a snooze fest, all while my own voice still hitches a ride on the struggle bus!
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The Cartoons That Shape Our Lives
My favorite cartoon is life. Even though there are many trying and heart-breaking moments that challenge us and test our resilience, there are far more times that have made life a cartoon book full of great memories, vibrant colors, and hilarious antics. These moments, filled with laughter and joy, remind us that despite the struggles, every experience contributes to our unique story. The rollercoaster of emotions we navigate shapes our character, and like a well-crafted cartoon, life brings a perfect blend of comedy, adventure, and heartfelt connections that we cherish deeply.
Focus on Positive Activities Instead of Negativity
I could spend less time watching and reading current news, as it often fills me with a sense of despair. It is so depressing and disappointing learning about all the hate and anger around the world; the constant barrage of negative headlines can be overwhelming and suffocating. Instead of immersing myself in this toxic cycle,
I’m just one voting person in a world that feels like a chaotic circus on a rollercoaster, leaving me feeling like I’m stuck in the front row with popcorn but no clue how to enjoy the show. Maybe it’s time to tune out the loud clowns and focus on the dazzling magic tricks in my own life that sprinkle some joy and fulfillment. By cultivating gratitude for the tiny triumphs, like finally conquering that stubborn jar of pickles or finding a good parking spot, I can redirect my energy to appreciating the delightful things—whether it’s goofing around with loved ones, diving into hobbies that spark my passion like a caffeinated squirrel, or simply soaking in the wild beauty of nature, like the fascinating dance of squirrels stealing my snacks. These moments remind me that even when the world looks like a giant game of whack-a-mole, there’s still plenty of glitter to be found in the everyday adventures that make my life an entertaining ride!
Why I Love the Isle of Capri
I have been to my favorite place twice, and each visit has deepened my connection to it. My favorite place is the enchanting Isle of Capri, Italy, with its breathtaking views, crystal-clear waters, and vibrant flowers that seem to bloom with a passion of their own. I don’t know what specifically attracts me to this place; perhaps it’s the rich history, the charming streets, or the aroma of fresh lemon as it wafts through the air. I just feel attached to it somehow, as if it beckons me with an invisible thread that ties my soul to its shores. Maybe in a previous life, my time on earth evolved around this area, where I explored its hidden coves and savored the delicious local cuisine, forming memories that linger still. No one knows for sure, but whenever I am there, I feel an inexplicable sense of belonging that makes me yearn to return time and again.
Life Lessons from Age
I am at the age where I do not have that much time on this earth left. I am over eighty, and with each passing day, I feel the weight of my years more acutely. Life, with all its joys and sorrows, has molded me into the person I am today, and I often reflect on the countless memories I hold dear. Who knows when the grim reaper knocks on my door for the final time? This uncertainty brings a mix of acceptance and urgency, prompting me to savor each moment, cherish my relationships, and impart the wisdom I have gained over the years. It is a delicate dance between gratitude for the life I have lived and the poignant awareness that time waits for no one.
I have noticed though that as I aged, I have become friendlier and carrying on conversations more than my younger years, embracing this newfound openness with enthusiasm. I find myself engaging in dialogues with friends and strangers alike, discovering that each interaction holds the potential for a meaningful connection. This change has not only enriched my life but also deepened my understanding of others’ perspectives and experiences. I would say that has been a good change and don’t regret it, as it has fostered a sense of community and belonging that was less pronounced in my earlier days.
I strongly feel that one of the main purposes of this time on earth is to learn as much as possible. Every time I experience an event in my life. I recap this event with, “what did I learn from this experience?”
Night Owl vs. Early Bird
I would say I have been a morning person more of my life than an evening person. Most of my lifestyle was in the morning or daytime, which I found to be the most vibrant and productive hours of the day. During my growing up years, I always woke up early, relishing the quiet and fresh air that seemed to invigorate me. I remember the sun just beginning to rise, casting a warm glow across the neighborhood, urging me to seize the day. Many times, I would eagerly head over to the houses of the neighborhood kids to play, only to discover that they were still in bed, wrapped up in their blankets and lost in dreams. This routine not only sparked my adventurous spirit but also taught me the joy of being active while others were still waking up, creating a sense of accomplishment before breakfast even rolled around.
In the tail end of my working years, I was on the graveyard shift of work, a grueling schedule that turned my life upside down. This was the worst 4 years of my life, a period marked by relentless exhaustion and social isolation. My biological clock never adjusted to this unnatural rhythm, leaving me feeling like a ghost haunting the night while the world around me functioned normally. Who really wanted to endure such grave hours when the rest of society was enjoying their evenings and weekends? It felt as if I was living in a parallel universe where time moved differently. I was perpetually tired all the time, struggling to find moments of rest during the day, and each morning felt like a Herculean effort just to emerge from the fog of sleep. On my days off, while others reveled in leisure, I found myself trapped in a cycle of fatigue, unable to fully enjoy the fleeting hours of sunshine and connection.
The Natural Cycle of Meat Eating
I have been eating meat all my life. Therefore, I do not feel guilty about eating meat or any other kind of feeling about the subject. Thousands of living species eat other species to obtain nourishment to survive on this planet, and this natural behavior highlights the inherent cycle of life. It is just a part of life on this planet, where each organism plays a significant role in the ecosystem. In fact, the food web is intricately designed, demonstrating how predators, prey, and plants coexist in a delicate balance. By participating in this cycle, I am simply embracing the reality of nature’s design, where various forms of life sustain each other in a continuous flow of energy and nutrients that allows the planet to thrive.
Navigating Life with My Intuition
Yes, I trust my instincts. Throughout my life, I attempted to make decisions against my immediate instincts, and many times, those decisions proved to be wrong, leading to missed opportunities and unwanted outcomes. This struggle between logic and intuition created a constant inner conflict, and I often found myself overanalyzing situations rather than embracing my gut feelings.
Unfortunately, it took me many years to acknowledge and trust my instincts fully. Now, I go by my instincts instead of second-guessing them, allowing myself to navigate life’s complexities with a newfound clarity.
Although this journey toward self-trust has been enlightening, I can’t help but reflect on the fact that I am now in my senior years, and the days of making major decisions are over. Nonetheless, I have learned that even in this stage of life, embracing my instincts continues to guide me, providing a sense of peace and certainty in a world that often feels overwhelming.
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Living in Denver Métro Area
I am happy where I am. Born and raised in Denver metro area. Been to Germany, Switzerland, Italy. Have been to most of the states including Hawaii. Ten years ago, we moved into our dream home. We are happy living in a suburb of Denver Colorado.
Building a Knife Collection
I have never found much in my life. However, a few years ago my wife and I went to a local restaurant for lunch. When I got out of the car I looked down and saw this knife laying on the pavement. I speculate someone lost it when they got in or out of their car.
When I got home and did an internet search on Ken Onion Design. The one I found that looked similar to the knife I found had a price of $132.00 and ranged from $70.00 to $300.00. I would never spend that much for a knife.
I am not much of a knife person. I never carried one for protection or self-defense. The largest knife I have ever used was a steak knife. I hated bayonet training in the army. It was so cave man.
This find motivated me to build a display case with all the knives I have collected in my life. Since I am retired, I am always looking for projects to do. Better than just having them lay in a drawer.
How Pets Enhance Your Life
Having a pet can significantly enhance your physical, emotional, and social well-being, creating a profound impact on your daily life. Pets offer companionship, providing unconditional love and support that can help alleviate feelings of loneliness and isolation. Furthermore, studies have shown that interacting with pets can reduce stress levels by triggering the release of feel-good hormones, such as oxytocin, which promotes relaxation. The presence of a furry friend can even contribute to better heart health by encouraging regular physical activity, such as walking or playing, which lowers blood pressure and reduces the risk of heart disease. As you bond with your pet, you also open doors to social interactions, whether it be meeting fellow pet owners at the park or participating in community events, fostering a sense of belonging and enhancing your overall quality of life.
While pets offer many benefits, such as companionship, emotional support, and opportunities for exercise and social interaction, they also require a significant investment of time, money, and emotional energy. Caring for a pet involves daily responsibilities, including feeding, grooming, and exercise, which can be demanding for busy individuals or families. Additionally, not everyone experiences the same positive effects from having pets; for some, the presence of animals may inadvertently increase stress levels due to various factors, including high energy needs or behavioral issues. Furthermore, certain individuals may be susceptible to allergies triggered by pet dander, fur, or even saliva, which can complicate the joy of pet ownership. Ultimately, it’s essential to consider both the rewarding aspects and the potential drawbacks of welcoming a furry friend into your life.
I had many pets. One was a turtle. This was in the day they used to paint the shells of the turtles. Goldfish, they were kind of boring. I won a baby duck at a bazaar once and it was a terrific pet one summer. When fall came and we didn’t have a place to keep it, my parents gave it to a needy family, and they had it for thanksgiving. I didn’t find out until many years later. Many cats, Sandy, Jughead, Boots, Lucy and others that I can’t think of. No dogs though, because we didn’t have a fenced yard. I made sure my sons had dogs when they grew up. You can become very attached to pets and they feel like part of the family. The loyalty a pet shows is priceless.
Buyer’s Remorse
This was a leather jacket I purchased during a trip to Italy in 2007. Nice jacket, but for six hundred dollars? I now have buyer’s remorse for this out of extraordinary event for me. Where was my common sense?
No Podcasts for Me.
I don’t listen to podcasts on a consistent basis. I spend too much time on social media as it is now.
The Need for More Time
Yes, I need time; I am over eighty, but I feel an undeniable urgency for more time to accomplish the things that still linger on my to-do list. Two and a half years ago, I experienced a near-death experience that profoundly changed my perspective on life and survival. Since then, I have reevaluated my priorities and realized that there are countless stories yet to be told, relationships to nurture, and dreams that beckon my attention. I am still not finished with all that I wish to achieve, and as each day passes, my desire for more time grows stronger. I need more time to embrace life fully and make every moment count.
Reflections on Aging and Life
The question of the day is where will I be in three years? Since I am over eighty, my time on earth may be over by then, yet I also find myself pondering the legacy I will leave behind. Each passing day offers me new insights, and I often reflect on the myriad experiences I’ve had throughout my life. Will I be surrounded by loved ones, sharing stories and laughter, or will I find peace in solitude, reminiscing about the moments that defined me? The uncertainty of life is both daunting and exhilarating, and it encourages me to cherish every fleeting moment while exploring what might still lie ahead.
If my time is not over, my life could stay the same as it is today, full of joy and challenges that shape me. Each day offers a chance to grow and learn, helping me connect with others. I find comfort in my routines but also welcome the unknown, knowing each moment is valuable and can lead to new adventures. As I face life’s complexities, I stay hopeful for the future while appreciating the present.
Or I could undergo a profound medical event that significantly changes my circumstances, necessitating an extended period in an assisted living facility where I would require assistance with daily tasks and medical attention. This unforeseen development may compel me to adjust to a new environment, amid others confronting their own adversities, as we navigate the intricate realities of aging and health together, exchanging narratives and forging connections that could ultimately enhance the experience during such a challenging period.
I have a feeling my writing journey won’t be a blockbuster anytime soon—when was the last time I got applause for my grocery list? I doubt I’ll wake up as a famous author with piles of money and a fan club like rock stars. But dreaming is free, right? I can imagine a future where my words connect with readers, where my stories touch their hearts, and where I inspire others through storytelling. Sure, reality seems far from my dreams now, but I hold onto the hope that with persistence, creativity, and passion, my aspirations might come true in surprising ways, lighting my path with hopes of success (or at least a good review from my wife)!
Whatever happens, I have had led a successful life and do not regret or feel guilty about anything I have done. I have embraced opportunities that came my way, allowing me to grow and evolve as a person. Each decision, be it right or wrong, has shaped my journey and contributed to the rich tapestry of my experiences. I have cherished moments of joy and faced disappointing challenges head-on, learning valuable lessons along the way. The friendships I nurtured and the love I shared are irreplaceable treasures that I hold close to my heart. In every adventure, both big and small, I found purpose and connection, leading me to a life filled with meaning and fulfillment.
If all goes well, I will be here blogging for many years and sharing my “Comments About Anything”.
A Personal Account: Reflecting on JFK’s Assassination
The most memorable event I experienced was the assassination of President John F. Kennedy on Friday, November 22, 1963. I was going to college, and the class was over; I entered my car and started the engine, only to hear the tragedy unfolding on the radio. As the news broke, I was dumbfounded, my heart racing and my mind struggling to grasp the reality of what I was hearing. I just sat there for a long period of time, trying to sort through my emotions and comprehend the ramifications of this event—not just for the nation, but for the world, as well. The voice of the radio announcer reverberated in my ears, reporting the disaster with a mixture of shock and urgency. I remember thinking about the warmth of his smile, his calls for peace, and the ideals he represented, and I couldn’t fathom how someone could take the life of a leader who was striving for a better future. As the minutes ticked by, a sense of profound loss settled in, and I found myself consumed by thoughts of mourning—both for a visionary leader and for the uncertain path that lay ahead for America in the wake of such violence.
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A Journey of Pride and Love
I am most proud of my two biological sons, who continuously bring joy and inspiration into my life. Their unique personalities and talents shine brightly, making every moment we share together special. As I watched them grow and develop, I am reminded of the unconditional love and support that we offer each other, nurturing their dreams and encouraging their aspirations. Each milestone they achieve fills my heart with pride, reaffirming the importance of family bonds and the beautiful journey of parenthood.
They are just normal men in the area of fifty, each leading lives filled with stories and experiences that have shaped them into the individuals they are today. One is a ten-year veteran, whose commitment and dedication to his career have not only earned him respect but also allowed him to mentor younger generations in their own journeys. They both have contributed to this world by leading a life that any father can be proud of, exemplifying values such as hard work, integrity, and compassion, while also balancing their personal and professional responsibilities with grace. Their actions, often quiet and unassuming, serve as a reminder of the impact that resilience and determination can have on families and communities alike.
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It Could be a Beard Tint.
My Journey to Quitting Smoking
The hardest thing I had to do was stopping smoking. I started smoking in the 7th grade because of peer pressure, as it seemed that most everyone around me lit up a cigarette. At the time, I thought it made me look cool and mature, but little did I know the toll it would take on my health. After many years of smoking, I realized that it would be best if I quit that nasty habit, not only for myself but for the people I loved who were worried about me. I must have quit 100 times before I finally became successful, each attempt filled with both hope and frustration. The cravings were relentless, my mind constantly battling against the urge for that quick hit of nicotine. This was the hardest thing that I ever did in my entire life, a true test of my determination and willpower. That nicotine addiction is very difficult to beat, and it often feels like it has a grip on your very being. However, looking back, I was finally successful at the age of 28. I can firmly say it was the best thing I did to prolong my life and regain control over my health and well-being. Each day without a cigarette feels like a small victory, a step towards a brighter, smoke-free future that I never thought I could achieve.
Sharing Life Stories: From Blogging to Publishing
My favorite pastime time is here. I have been writing up a storm since 2023 after my near-death experience. I thought, “why was my life extended?” Maybe I am destined to do something in my life before the time is over. After serious thought I came up with the thought I should share my memories and thoughts with anybody who crosses my path. I am in my senior years and everything I have accomplished is in the past. Maybe something that happened to me can help someone in the future.
I have been sharing many comments here on my website. I have exceeded over 500 blogs.

I addition to blogging I have started a magazine series called “Ramblings Magazine” I am currently working on Issue #18. This is just another avenue to share my “thoughts about anything”. They can be found on Blurb.com https://www.blurb.com/books/12495461-ramblings-magazine-issue-16mm
I was having so much enjoyment sharing my stories and adventures I thought why don’t I try a few fiction stories and assemble a paperback and Kindle publications. I am now wrapping up finishing my fifth paperback of about 100 pages of short fiction tales. Each paperback contains around 10 or more short stories. They are ideal for commuting and private time to relax and not get involved in complex tales. They can be found on Amazon.com https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0F5HRV2SC?binding=kindle_edition&ref=dbs_dp_rwt_sb_unkn_tkin Below is the cover of book 5 to be published soon. Just in time for Halloween.
Everyone needs a biography, and I have mine. It is 227 pages of my life from birth until I my years in the eighties. It can be found at https://www.blurb.com/b/12091269-ramblings-of-tom-treloar
Finally, the last three years have been interesting and exciting for me. It has given me a chance to reflect on my life packaged into an endeavor I truly enjoy.
A Journey of Personal Growth
Here I was recently divorced and was starting to enter into the single world, a territory that felt both daunting and exciting. I met this nice lady at a divorce support group, a safe haven where individuals shared their experiences and learn to navigate their newfound freedom. She was recently divorced too, carrying her own stories of heartache and hope. We started dating, exploring the simple joys of life together going to dinner, enjoying movies, and participating in the various activities that single people often indulge in. Each date felt like a new adventure, filled with laughter and conversation that flowed effortlessly. As we continued to spend time together, we were starting to feel that this attraction might lead to something deeper, a connection that transcended our pasts and ignited a spark of possibility for the future.
Then she invited me to a family event. It was at some American Legion Hall, or a recreation center I can’t remember, filled with chatter and laughter echoing through the halls. Many family members were present. As we walked in, you could see all the heads turn and look at us, curiosity etched on their faces. “Who is that with her?” they whispered among themselves, their eyes following our every move. It takes a long time to meet all the family and friends, each person wanting to know our story, to catch up, and to figure out how I fit into their lives. I felt very awkward and uncomfortable, standing there under the spotlight of attention, grappling with the weight of the situation. We were both divorced, having faced our own challenges in the past, and we had every right to enjoy companionship; yet, despite that rationality, it was an uncomfortable evening filled with mixed emotions and lingering uncertainties.
It has been over forty years since that uncomfortable evening, a night filled with unsettling emotions and unexpected events that seemed to stretch endlessly. I am glad I endured that moment, as it has shaped my resilience and provided me with valuable life lessons that I carry to this day. Looking back, I realize how crucial it was to face that discomfort, for it ultimately led to personal growth and a deeper understanding of myself and my wife. Yes, she did become the love of my life. The challenges I faced then taught me the importance of perseverance and the beauty that can arise from overcoming adversity.
The Impact of Computers on Daily Life
My life without a computer would be slower and more hands-on. I would use paper, pens, typewriters, or calculators for writing, budgeting, or planning. Communication would rely on phones, letters, or face-to-face meetings. I would go to libraries or ask experts instead of using AI. Work would involve more manual tasks like filing cabinets instead of cloud storage. Entertainment would be books, board games, radio, or TV without streaming or video games.
Daily life would be more local. I would use paper maps instead of GPS. Shopping would happen in stores or through catalogs, not online. Banking would involve going to a branch or writing checks. Socializing would rely on in-person meetings or landline calls, not social media or video chats.
I really doubt that I would have written so much in my life if I had to write by hand or use a typewriter. The tediousness of those methods would have likely stifled my creativity and made the entire process feel burdensome. Life would be boring and uninviting, lacking the vibrant flow of ideas that a computer allows me to explore with ease. I am hooked on the computer and the modern conveniences of modern life, which provide not just the tools for writing but also endless resources for inspiration. With the ability to quickly edit, revise, and share my thoughts, I find myself constantly engaged and motivated to express myself. This technological advancement has transformed writing from a chore into a joyful exploration of my thoughts and ideas.
Mastering the Art of Mind Reading
I would like to learn how to read minds. Just think about the incredible joy you would experience if you could understand a person’s thoughts while chatting with them! Imagine being able to grasp their true feelings and thoughts, revealing hidden desires and unspoken words that lie beneath the surface. It could elevate every conversation into an exciting adventure, fostering deeper connections and more meaningful interactions. You could happily anticipate their reactions, respond with greater kindness, and even resolve conflicts before they arise. The possibilities would be limitless as you navigate social situations with an extraordinary level of insight and empathy, creating a wonderful atmosphere of genuine understanding and trust.
On the flip side, you might stumble upon their actual thoughts about you, which might be less like a warm hug and more like a cold shower; in fact, their true opinions could throw some hilarious shade on their character and values, revealing how your well-intentioned antics and word choices land like a lead balloon. This eye-opener can unleash a cocktail of surprise, disappointment, and a dash of chuckling, nudging you to rethink not just your game plan with them but also the wild expectations and quirky perceptions you’ve concocted about your fellow humans. By decoding their unfiltered opinions, you might just unlock a treasure trove of perspectives that could spark your journey toward personal growth and turn your conversations into comedic gold!
The Roots of Procrastination
I often find myself avoiding or procrastinating on items or events in my life, whether it’s tackling important tasks or even engaging in social events that I know would benefit me. This tendency to delay can stem from a variety of factors, such as fear of failure or simply feeling overwhelmed by the size of the task at hand. I recognize that this habit not only affects my productivity but also my overall well-being, as I constantly grapple with the anxiety of unfinished business and the weight of impending deadlines.
It is rarely laziness. It’s often fear, perfectionism, or a signal that something doesn’t align within me. This might manifest as a hesitation to take action due to the fear of failure or the overwhelming need to achieve flawless results. When I encounter such feelings, it may indicate deeper issues, such as a lack of confidence or unresolved conflicts, prompting me to pause and reflect on what truly holds me back, allowing me to address those underlying concerns constructively.
My Top Daily Priority
To wake up and endure another day so I may wake up the next morning.

























