5 August 2026
We the People - episode 104
On Monday we had to do some clearing up, but yesterday we got about half of the flooring in the big living room done:
Ladies and Gentlemen, the floor is yours!
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On Monday we had to do some clearing up, but yesterday we got about half of the flooring in the big living room done:
Ladies and Gentlemen, the floor is yours!
I am beginning to consider leaving my part-time job as a locksmith because I feel that everything I know has been passed on to the crew I work with, leaving me to be just a "niche" employee whose expertise is only used on occasion. These guys functioned profitably without my input, and they will probably abandon whatever changes I fought to make over the past three years. Further, I have begun to realize that I cannot change the work ethic that they have been expressing from BEFORE my arrival.
My boss is 65-years-old, and he and I are of a like mind about a lot of the trade's practices, but the younger guys are more set in their ways than an old man such as I. But in their defense, I was much the same when I entered the trade back in 1977! I thought that I had a "better" idea about how to do things till, at last, I realized that the "old" ways were not erased by time, but were STILL relevant to today.
My only hesitation arises from the existential question: What NOW?" What will I do with my time? Will I just sit in the recliner next to my wife and watch British crime shows, or "House Hunters" ( a fate almost worse than death)? Or will I find another job where my presence is just tolerated and which requires nothing more than following instructions?
Right now I hate that I am viewed as a fossil from the old days, but that is what I AM! Has anyone else dealt with this issue? Calling Mr. Karg!
I’ve started packing. Because I am renting an apartment for a while until I buy a house, I have to separate the packing to an “apartment pile” and a “storage pile”. All of the NJ winter cloths are going into the storage pile, though I should just take that stuff to the curb. I have to plan a trip to South Florida to meet with my real estate broker to find an apartment, though I already know the location, so it should be easy.
While clear my mom’s house for sale we found a chess set that my parents purchased when we were kids. It was made of onyx and very fragile. It was packed away since we sold the house that we grew up in, in 1983. That chess board was packed away from 43 years. Crazy how my parents just buried it. I bubble wrapped it and it’s ready for the move to South Florida.