That was only Monday!!!

What a week this is going to be and its only Monday has passed submission, work, targets and deadlines boy oh boy this is gonna take a juggling work.

While shuttling around my faithful car fan decides not to work …so a trip to my favorite wireman uncle.. Watching him go to work meticulously breaking down the problem and checking and testing are unlike more of the younger or should I be politically correct and say the less older. Since when stereotyping became such a sensitive thingy.


Back to the blog

Tuesday working like dog ( gonna be a late nighter)
Wednesday gonna work like dog again I think
Thursday working like dog while traveling
Friday wrapping up and heading back to hometown…small one got a concert
Saturday recording the journey of a small one
Sunday recovering from the week


Hahaha Is this what they call a dog’s life?

PS. the old man taken a turn for the worse...


Something to ponder....an extract

A Dying Man's Wish
An old man lay dying in a nursing home just out of town. His family used to come and visit when he first came here but they had not been to visit in a long time. At least three years. He had been "dying" for years according to his doctors. He had always laughed at them and told them that he would probably outlive them. He was a feisty old man. At least that's what they said when they were being kind. Several other choice phrases came out from time to time. According to all accounts he was a mean old man. He had divorced his wife at age 50 so he could marry a younger woman. Thirty years younger to be exact. Neither of his wives came to visit him. He had lost the love of his son when he cut off all communication with him after he found out that he, his only son, was gay. His two daughters had gotten married right out of college and only called him on his birthday. He had no friends that any one could tell. He was a mean old man. One night, the old man had a dream. The meaning was obvious. The end of his life was very near and he was afraid. He called his ex-wife and begged her to come and stay with him. She laughed into the phone and asked him where he had been when she needed him. He called his "new" wife. The answering machine picked up and he was prepared to leave a heart breaking message when he heard that she and "Bill" were "busy" and would call back when they got out of bed. He hung up before the beep because his name was not Bill. He called his son. The reply was that he would try but he and his new friend, Jerry, were going mountain climbing in Tibet. Both of his daughters were too busy with car pools and PTA meetings. They said they could not leave their lives so abruptly. He sat back and decided to try his friends. He spent an hour trying to remember a single name and couldn't think of one. After a bit, a nurse came in to do her routine check on his failing body systems. He looked at her and said, "What have I done to deserve this? Why would my family abandon me at a time like this?" She looked at him rather sharply and said, "Well, I would not come and hold the hand of any dying man who treated me as badly as you have treated everyone in your life. Have you ever done anything for anyone besides yourself?" "No...but I can change," he whimpered. "Sir, you haven't enough time left to change." The old man died several hours later.