Today is June 8, and I have
a pretty busy day ahead of me.
While it is the 159th day on the calendar, it is going to be a really busy day for me ... it might feel like 158 days in one single day.
I have to cover a big meeting for work, called the “ALA Congressional Caucus & Public Policy Virtual Forum,” and this meeting will feature a lot of heavyweight politicos talking about the field that I cover, known as “military resale."
Few know about this multi-billion-dollar-a-year industry, which covers military stores—commissaries (supermarkets) and exchanges (department stores), but it is a vital benefit for service members and their families, as well as for etirees and others linked up to our military, so today is a big day for the industry and for me.
This is a three-and-a-half hour meeting, and then I have to boil it down to something of a summary of what was said and done there.
Not brain surgery, but very tedious and time consuming.
This meeting lasts from 9:30 a.m. to 1 p.m., and since I will be tied to my computer screen during this meeting, my wife will take my son to work.
He needs to be picked up, of course, and if this thing ends on time, I think I can do that, giving me a little break between the actual meeting and writing about it.
As I am in my car driving to his work, I have two very important calls to make.
The first one is that I have to call an organization related to my son needing to be tutored to take his written driving test.
This is a dream my family and I have had for several years. I do believe that with the proper instruction, our son can pass the written test and go on to learn to drive, even with his disability.
I have gone with him as far as I possibly can, but he needs expert tutoring to go to the next level.
During the past few months, I found that there are few organizations—even those dealing with people with disabilities—offering such options.
In fact, one that was ready to offer such services to people like my son was derailed due to COVID, and even to this day they have not started that project again, so it left us nowhere.
So in a bit of desperation, I put up a post on a local message board, and I found that there are a couple of directions we can go with this quest, and I will be calling one today to discuss this with the organization’s director.
This is a many-fold thing.
If he can learn to drive, that is great, if now is not the time, that is fine too.
We need him to be evaluated, because with driving comes great responsibility.
If he can learn to drive, it also opens up what appears to be endless work opportunities, too.
And drivers of all types make good money, so this is not just a present thing, this is a quest for a better future for him, too.
Like I said, if he can, he can; if he can’t, he can’t.
Let’s see where this phone call takes us.
The next call I have to make is to our pool man, telling him that when he can fit us in, we need our pool opened and ready to go for the summer.
Yesterday was a near catastrophe related to this.
Evidently, the sprinkler company that services our house removed a part of the pipe network that feeds water onto the grounds of the house and from which we get the water to fill our pool.
I had no clear idea how this worked, but after some time, I actually found the part, and we had our local handyman re-attach it to the piping.
Now, the pool is about 85 percent full of water, and we need the pool man to come over and get us ready for the summer.
We not only need the pool cleaned—the winter weather was not kind to the pool at all, and I had to dig out a bench that had blown into the pool, and do it through murky water—but he has to set up a new motor, as the one we had died right in the middle of summer last year.
It is a big job, and the pool man was actually over yesterday but couldn’t do anything because we hadn’t put any new water in the pool when he was here.
He brought us the motor, but told us to call him when the pool was full, so today is the day for that.
And when I come home from picking my son up from work, I have to write this roundup, so don’t even look at me today.
Busy, busy, busy.
Better than—
Bored, bored, bored.
While it is the 159th day on the calendar, it is going to be a really busy day for me ... it might feel like 158 days in one single day.
I have to cover a big meeting for work, called the “ALA Congressional Caucus & Public Policy Virtual Forum,” and this meeting will feature a lot of heavyweight politicos talking about the field that I cover, known as “military resale."
Few know about this multi-billion-dollar-a-year industry, which covers military stores—commissaries (supermarkets) and exchanges (department stores), but it is a vital benefit for service members and their families, as well as for etirees and others linked up to our military, so today is a big day for the industry and for me.
This is a three-and-a-half hour meeting, and then I have to boil it down to something of a summary of what was said and done there.
Not brain surgery, but very tedious and time consuming.
This meeting lasts from 9:30 a.m. to 1 p.m., and since I will be tied to my computer screen during this meeting, my wife will take my son to work.
He needs to be picked up, of course, and if this thing ends on time, I think I can do that, giving me a little break between the actual meeting and writing about it.
As I am in my car driving to his work, I have two very important calls to make.
The first one is that I have to call an organization related to my son needing to be tutored to take his written driving test.
This is a dream my family and I have had for several years. I do believe that with the proper instruction, our son can pass the written test and go on to learn to drive, even with his disability.
I have gone with him as far as I possibly can, but he needs expert tutoring to go to the next level.
During the past few months, I found that there are few organizations—even those dealing with people with disabilities—offering such options.
In fact, one that was ready to offer such services to people like my son was derailed due to COVID, and even to this day they have not started that project again, so it left us nowhere.
So in a bit of desperation, I put up a post on a local message board, and I found that there are a couple of directions we can go with this quest, and I will be calling one today to discuss this with the organization’s director.
This is a many-fold thing.
If he can learn to drive, that is great, if now is not the time, that is fine too.
We need him to be evaluated, because with driving comes great responsibility.
If he can learn to drive, it also opens up what appears to be endless work opportunities, too.
And drivers of all types make good money, so this is not just a present thing, this is a quest for a better future for him, too.
Like I said, if he can, he can; if he can’t, he can’t.
Let’s see where this phone call takes us.
The next call I have to make is to our pool man, telling him that when he can fit us in, we need our pool opened and ready to go for the summer.
Yesterday was a near catastrophe related to this.
Evidently, the sprinkler company that services our house removed a part of the pipe network that feeds water onto the grounds of the house and from which we get the water to fill our pool.
I had no clear idea how this worked, but after some time, I actually found the part, and we had our local handyman re-attach it to the piping.
Now, the pool is about 85 percent full of water, and we need the pool man to come over and get us ready for the summer.
We not only need the pool cleaned—the winter weather was not kind to the pool at all, and I had to dig out a bench that had blown into the pool, and do it through murky water—but he has to set up a new motor, as the one we had died right in the middle of summer last year.
It is a big job, and the pool man was actually over yesterday but couldn’t do anything because we hadn’t put any new water in the pool when he was here.
He brought us the motor, but told us to call him when the pool was full, so today is the day for that.
And when I come home from picking my son up from work, I have to write this roundup, so don’t even look at me today.
Busy, busy, busy.
Better than—
Bored, bored, bored.
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