Earlier today my Grandpa was telling me that he made it to 93. When I asked him what year he was born he told me, “1930. Why, what year are we in?” After telling him we were in 2021, he was frustrated and said people were always taking years away from him. I told him that with the Lunar year the Chinese would start with 1 when you were born, so that would get him to at least 92.
Many times on this blog I’ve mentioned my grandpa that lives in Costa Rica. As a child, he was kind of a hero to me. A larger-than-life figure and seemed like an older version of Crocodile Dundee with a little Indiana Jones mixed in. He was physically fit into his nineties and sharp enough to beat anyone at chess (unless you played him after his bedtime). The house he lives in is on a little slice of paradise with breathtaking views and nature all around. He whiles his day away coming up with inventions and reading.
September was a little hectic for me. Delilah has been acting as an extra on a tv show (which I am happy for her, just the timing is terrible), I was trying to wrap up everything at work before I left, and there was a myriad of issues to take care of while selling our house.
Many years ago, I would go to a real estate investors club in Fort Worth. It was where people who wanted to start real estate investing would go to learn and network with those who had been in it a little longer than they had. I met some amazing people and good friends, as well as learned from some very seasoned professionals. Some of it was like a whole other world to me, the clock-punching shmoe that I was.
Some time ago, a few of my good friends from SUCCESS magazine and I got together for lunch. I think it had been over a year since I had seen them, so it was great to reconnect. Misty even wore the “Sam Watson Official Fanclub” shirt (Japanese version) I made for her nearly a decade ago.
After thirteen years of slowly remodeling our house, we have finally moved to the phase where we sell it. It was never our plan to stay in this house that long yet here we are. Like Moses wandering the wilderness, we have now gazed upon the promised land.
Over the last decade, I have been steadily gaining weight and once COVID started, I gained some more. While at my mother-in-law’s house I decided to step on her scale and I had blown past my previous all-time high. I’m not trying to fat-shame anyone by saying this, but I would like to look more attractive to my wife and we should all know by now there are health issues associated with being overweight. Visceral fat in the liver and other organs makes them work harder and leads to an early demise at best and a loss of quality of life at worse.
A few weeks ago, I sent out a Throwback Thursday email about the usefulness of libraries and asked for book recommendations. My cousin told me about the book The Choice: Embrace the Possible by Dr. Edith Eva Eger.
Last week, I received a huge compliment from a coworker. The gist of it was what I wrote on my blog provoked their thoughts, that my writing was raw, and they sensed true emotion in my words. Then we ended up talking for an hour about one of my latest blog posts.
Recently, we were having a get-together with some family at our house. The adults were talking in the dining room while the kids played in one of the bedrooms. Then my son walks into the dining room, wearing one of my shirts, a pair of my shoes, and some sunglasses. Then he proceeded to make this weird voice pretending to be me.