Crazy Daze, Silly Knights

I have moved 21 times in my life.  No, I'm not in the military or in the witness protection program. My first move happened when I was 18 months, so that is not my fault. The few moves during my teenage years were also not my doing. The rest...well I gotta admit those are on me.  I also have helped people move over 10x in my life. A couple have just been my parents bringing me and my sister along to help friends move. The other times have been me helping other people move just because...well I have no idea.  When I turned 50 I swore i would never move anyone ever again. Last year I helped my son move and in 2 weeks I will help my daughter move. Never make sweeping declarations in life, because the opposite always seems to happen. I really should have said, "after 50 I swear I will never be broke again" and see if the world would have taken me up on the challenge.  After 30 moves, there are somethings I have learned. 1. The weather will be crap. The chances of the hottest/

I've worked in offices for over 4 decades. After all of these years, I have found some truths just are universal for almost all offices. You will put off going to the bathroom to avoid certain people.  The one who complains the most about working does the least amount of work There is always 1 person who is perpetually surprised at their job People who tell you how it used to be done still do it that way, even though the rules have changed.  The person who gossips the most knows the least.  Someone has probably had sex in your office or on your desk.  If you look busy all the time, no one gives you a new project.  Most people can finish their jobs by noon.  Productivity is inversely proportional to how many productivity meetings are held.  Condiments in the refrigerator are in their own spacetime continuum.  Team building exercises often reveal those who would be the first to die in a zombie apocalypse.  Going #2 in the bathroom involves strategic planning.  Those who fear technolo

  Thoughts at 53…. One of the memories that often comes up is when I was a kid on the swing in the backyard. I would sit there and think and dream and sometimes just be still. One of the things I remember was I wanted to move to Florida and own a dolphin. I remember promising I would never be mean when I grew up. I remember singing a lot as I sat on my swing. I would make leaf piles and jump into them. I was on that thing if it was cold or warm, sunny or rainy. It was just always there…my swing on the maple tree.  It never occurred to me that one day I would not be able to just go outside and see my swing, to sit and ponder life on it. Then one day…I moved to Florida. The reality was nothing like the dream because as it turned out, I hated living in Florida. First off, no one gets their own dolphin just for moving there. It was hot and rainy. Though, we did have a pool and that helped a lot. I swam almost every day for a year and I was able to thank and dream of the possibilities in my