Nap Time for the Staff!

It was a 6 a.m. wake up today. Our dogs were barking outside. Sheesh, the neighbors won’t be happy. I try to remind the Babe to put the Bark Collars on when it’s early. He always forgets. Or so he says. I do not like dogs barking, either, so I can relate to folks that need to vent about that.

Are we naive, thinking we can stop dogs from barking? That’s one way they communicate. They may have been made to bark. It always worked for Lassie! And the whine that always meant, “Come quickly! Timmy fell into a well again!” One of the few ways they have to communicate.

People can communicate a lot in many different ways. Verbally, letters, memos, tweets, emails, body language, talking, shouting, singing, and probably a few I’ve missed. If you’re romantically inclined, kissing can get your point across. Affection is communicated by hugs, lovers embraces, Hallmark Cards, and more.

North Korea communicates via missles, Russia communicates by hacking these days. The United States has a show of military strength which usually gets our point across. Through the ages, countries conducted warfare at the slightest provocaiton; I would like to think our first communication would be one of peace but taking the stance, “we won’t take a lot of crap.” Let’s negotiate.

If we have so much available to us humans, then why do we have such a hard time communicating with one another?

Sometimes egos get in the way. Leaders like Castro, Khrushchev, Stalin, and Hitler overpowered governments and bullied their way in. Promises made to people in passionate speeches were never realized once they were in power. Socialism does not work, and it’s been proven. Churches have been trying for centuries to take care of all the poor, unemployed, maimed, etc. and have learned painfully, you eventually run out of other people’s money.

At other times, people form working groups to accomplish a goal. Each person represents a separate function in the goal, and each wants their function to be the best. No one will compromise and often, the original goal is not accomplished. Understanding must be gained of each separate function, and only then can tasks be coordinated so each function is not only achievable, but they each make sense and mesh together to actually reach the goal. What a concept!

Then, there are those who generate great ideas, but who delegate 100% of the work and responsibility to others, who have neither the expertise nor the time to do the job in the first place. The authority needed to get things done is important, yet that is not delegated along with the work. Only the responsibility is delegated, but none of the tools. This speaks for itself.

Think about your organization, be it a small business, an LLC, or a Corporation. Even if it’s just you. Have a Mission (Statement). Keep it in front of you. Remember it every day. Work on managing the work. Do things that make sense, in the order they make sense. Everyone will have their detailed wish list. See where they all fit together in the grand scheme of things. If they don’t fit now, they may at a later time. “Later” doesn’t mean “Never.” Step in and step back as often as necessary.

The “Staff” and I try to follow a schedule. I do, they don’t. And we play “Let the Dogs In; Let the Dogs Out.” Most of the time, in fact. They don’t get it. And I work aroud it. But if I had employees, we’d coordinate the heck out of everything. Projects, tasks, fun time. Yes, even that. Right now, my fun time consists of playing catch with Roxie. She is staring right through my hands typing right now. I believe it’s nearly time for the fun. For her. And I’l water some plants I planted yesterday.

Have a delightful day. Be Safe out there. It will be very hot in the midlands today. Think about how to be more efficient in everyday life. You’ll have more time for fun and naps. See you tomorrow!

Thorough Thursday

I went outside on this beautiful day at 9 a.m. and just took a break at 1 p.m. The dogs are pooped out with a lot of running and playing in the yard. Goldie has become a pest with her insistent barking. She thinks Dan and/or I exist just to throw her toy for her to retrieve. It IS her job, after all. It’s even noted in her breed. So, we’d toss the toy, she brought it back, over and over again. She tries to do tug of war, barks, and so on. If I sit down, then she lays by my chair and sleeps. Hard to plant in the ground while playing catch. Of all the dogs I’ve loved in my life, she is really the only one who loves to play catch. Most others just look at you after you throw the object. Silly.

Last fall, I saved as many geranium plants as I could. Took them out of their dirt and put them in a paper bag. They go dormant, then when you plant them in the spring, they grow like crazy. Here’s a pic of them. You can see the green growth on them. I’ll keep you posted on how they grow.

I love weird plants. This is a tropical plant, called a Rabbit’s Foot Fern. So, this one is actually a house plant, but it’ll live on a table on the patio. I think it’s such an odd plant, I had to buy it. To me, things like this are fun.

A Rabbit Foots Fern

I have a few plants to put in the ground inside their little garden. It’s under the stairs from the deck, and will get sun/shade. An old Hydrangea I thought was dead is now about six inches high. I think it’s probably time to put some fertilizer on that baby and watch it grow!

The thing about gardening is over the years, I’ve dug out grass, spread manure, watered, planted, fertilized, and watered some more. The results have been worth the labor involved. Each home the Babe and I have shared has had a unique garden. And now, we’re creating the last one I’ll dig up. I’m not too good on the hard work part of it right now. Age, arthritis, and chronic back pain are a definite handicap anymore. More perennials are finding their way into the ground. I keep pots for colorful annuals. I love looking out on what has grown overnight each morning. It’s always a surprise.

When my oldest son Frankie was still at home, we would go buy annuals around Mother’s Day. We always got petunias, moss rose, many varieties of impatiens, and whatever else looked good. He’s promised to take me to buy a couple things when I’m an old widow in a retirement community. I will need a deck or patio, and plant one flower pot. It will be a great memory to make.

Goldie loves to be with her humans. This is the first time she has stayed in my studio with me. She is pretty tired from barking at me this morning. She is a good companion, too. We both miss the Babe when he’s gone. He’s doing some things at the Post, and will be back later. It’s fun to have pets that miss you while you’re gone. Just hate to see them have separation anxiety, though. That can be a problem.

Goldie, the constant companion and my writing buddy

I had a session with my book coach yesterday. I finally know how I’ll be adding another number of chapters. I think her suggestions were good and have a lot of merit. Now just to figure out how to incorporate them. I need to describe the bare emotional and physical reactions to her life and those around her. Telling a story is such a journey, and it needs to be told correctly. Hats off to Sam again, for some great advice!

I’m headed back outside to play in the dirt some more. I just need to finish this big job then sit down with a cold beverage and enjoy it. Thank you for reading today, I appreciate it so much. And I’ll be here again tomorrow. After my first haircut since January. It worked out ok since I’m letting my hair grow out. I was along with the plan, so it was ok. Take care. Be Kind. Wear Your Mask. Wash Your Hands. Be Safe, my friends. See you tomorrow!