juiced

You think wintering in the South is just a piece of cake and we are just juiced up all of the time. Well, it ain’t soooo. The other morning I had a blackout for 20 minutes!  Then I realized I had my hoody on backwards!

Something different! We are spending the month of February in San Diego (i.e. something different). And it is different. In Butler County, IA everyone waves at everyone even if you don’t know them and the same in our 55+ community in AZ. In fact, when I ride my bicycle in AZ I had to learn to ride with one hand as I have to continuously wave with the other. Here in San Diego, no one waves at me. It’s CA sooo maybe they haven’t caught on yet! The country was developed from the East to the West! hahaha

One of our neighbors in our 55+community is always juiced up with enthusiasm; he is always doing something from light to dark. And he can do anything and everything; he’s really good at everything plus he is a nice guy (i.e. we really like this guy). We asked him how come he’s soooo smart—he said, I ask myself that as well!

It is amazing how my emotions, thinking, happiness etc. can be affected by how others react to me in mixtures of situations. Soooo, you all affect me; you motivate me, discourage me, uplift me, deplete me, encourage me, spark me, humble me, make me feel loved, make me feel not loved, on and on and on; you get it. And I can juice you up or take your juice away I would guess as well.

Saturday question—Where did you get your juice? I’m asking where did you get what you got; what makes you you? Something Jeanne and I discuss a lot is genetics vs. environment. Maybe we are influenced by both; we think. Soooo which one is the most prominent in our life? Are we like our parents? Are we like the home or homes we grew up in? Do folks ever say we look just like our parents? Or do others say we act just like the home we grew up in? How about our children? John, anybody can be a John, says—I hope our children don’t grow up like me! Maybe we are all juiced up! BettyLouFromMissionBeach says—Our children seem to be pretty good people in spite of their father and me!

What is our favorite juice? Chester and Anna were good parents to me, my opinion. They were good people in many ways and taught me a lot of good stuff (i.e. I can see threads of them in my life). Unfortunately, my Daddy died  when I was 17 and my Mom died when I was 22 sooooo I was on my own early. BUT I was around some really good folks who were very influential in my life during that period of making a lot of important decisions. Another break I had or made was developing a very good relationship with a client who became my mentor. He shared soooo much of his wisdom (i.e. wisdom under the sun meaning earthly wisdom and wisdom under heaven meaning spiritual wisdom). We developed much trust in each other and he shared a lot with me. In fact, he told me that I knew more about his life, spiritually, personally and financially than anyone else; he said--erv I don’t know why I tell you all this stuff! He was a great man, my opinion. For sure he juiced me up!

When I think of an eternal flame I think of the one at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier in Paris and the flame on John F. Kennedy’s grave. Do we have an eternal flame in us that burns continuously and forever? If soooo, what is it? Where does it get its fuel, what juices it up. I would guess it has to do a lot with the folks we are around (e.g. if our flame is sweetness we are probably around sweet folks and if it is bitterness, we are probably around bitter folks). My take on it is that we are much like who encourages us. They fuel us. They juice us up! Look around, It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure that out! Da!

Who knows for sure! SurferJane says—The truth of certain stories are open for debate but this one is true, maybe, I think!  Here is a story told to Jeanne by a lady in in our 55+ community in AZ and she told it to me. Soooo it’s a third hand story and by that time most of the information is wrong or embellished as you know. Soooo take it for what’s it worth. This lady has a dog and takes it to the dog park regularly. She told Jeanne that there is a lady there that is just soooo nice to me; I have no idea why she is soooo nice to me; she is nice all the time to me; I just don’t get it. Jeanne asked who it is—I don’t know—what does she look like—what does her dog look like (i.e. dog folks are known by their dogs)—ok, that is so and so and yes she is a nice lady. Soooo Jeanne texted that lady and told her the story. That lady just took it pretty much in stride (i.e. she is a humble lady). BUT don’t kid yourself, I am sure she appreciated Jeanne’s encouragement! It juiced her up I bet!

There are a lot of surfers in the ocean here by our unit. They are interesting folks alright (i.e. you don't see guys and gals carrying surf board on their bikes in Butler Co.). Something else that is interesting for us here in San Diego is that neither of us have any family here, neither of us have any friends here nor neither of us have any business connections here. We are in an oasis all by ourselves without those stimuli for a month. We are creating our own environment between us. JoeSanDiego says--That is pretty juicy! A marriage is a valuable, unique relationship!

Have a FUN day my friends unless you have other plans. (-:

erv

MyDeceasedFriendJean said—If you got something for nothing, that is usually what it is worth.

PS Valentine hint! We stopped at the Post Office for some stamps for valentine cards to our grandkids. We asked the clerk if he could give us our change in some $5 bill for our grand kids. He said--Where have you folks been! Grandkids don't want $5 bills; they expect $100 bills!