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Sudden Wind Storm

We were at my son’s tee-ball game, cursing the heat and humidity, when all of a sudden, there came a continuous breeze. “Finally,” everyone said, “we’re getting a break from this heat and humidity tonight.” The breeze lasted a few minutes, and then it turned to a strong wind. Suddenly dust and dirt and leaves and even some small tree limbs were whipping all about. The wind came so suddenly that I wasn’t able to grab my 2 year old before a big cloud of dust enveloped us, filling everyone’s eyes and mouths with grit. The 2 year old was not a happy boy at that moment. Fortunately, he got over it pretty quickly.

The game was immediately called, and everyone went for their cars. It was not a mob rush or anything, but it was fast. We had to be quick with opening and closing our doors (especially mini-van side doors) to keep the blowing dust and dirt out.

Rain fell just long enough to wet everything, and the whole wind storm was over in about 20 minutes. It was one of those kinds of events that are pretty cool to experience. No one was hurt, nothing damaged, and the kids were excited to see the clouds of dust and falling leaves and pine needles.

Bullgrit
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Bug In My System

Illness is trying to take me down. I can feel it. I can always feel when my body has some bug in it, trying to make me sick. It’s just a little egh feeling in my core. It feels like regular, full sick, but very light. Just enough of an ache in the body and head to let me know something is wrong.

Whenever I get this feeling, I drink plenty of Dole pineapple orange juice (my juice of choice) and go to bed early. Doing this usually lets my body overcome the bug in me. If I realize the sensation early enough, and take care of myself, I can wake up in the morning like nothing was wrong.

I rarely get sick. I get this little “potential sick” maybe twice a year, and actually sick maybe once every three years. Usually when I get sick, I get real sick – flu, strep, etc. My constitution is pretty good against the light stuff.

I spent the past week around a lot of people, shaking hands and hugging family and family friends. I’m sure that’s where this bug that’s trying to crash my body came from. Plus I’ve eaten a lot of . . . non-healthy foods—damn good foods, but not healthy. I don’t think I ate a single piece of fruit, and very little vegetables; lots of barbecue and cakes. That probably weakened my immune system a bit.

I hate going to bed early. Going down at 8:00 p.m. cuts up to four hours out of my evenings where I could get something productive and/or fun done. But, it’s better than being sick all the next day.

Bullgrit
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Naked Models and Loud Music

Abercrombie & Fitch. My experience with A&F is limited to just walking by the store in the mall. But what the hell? Four big (4’x4′) framed pictures of buff male models, with essentially no clothes on. Music so loud it sounds like a dance club ten feet outside the store. What little I can see of the lighting inside seems to be exceptionally poor. People/kids shop for clothing like that?

I know, I know, you’re thinking I’m an old fuddy-duddy, and you’re probably right. But I remember being a teenager and shopping for clothes. Would I have shopped in a store like this if it existed in my day? I don’t know.

First off, the images of models — I fully understand and appreciate the concept of using handsome/pretty, buff/slender models to sell clothes—to sell anything, really. But how do naked models sell clothes? Doesn’t the potential customer want to know what the clothes look like on the models? I mean, I’m all impressed with the 17 year old’s six-pack abs, but that look requires going to a gym, not buying a shirt at A&F.

Attractive, naked models can bring eyes to the image, but usually the image shows the product, or at least the product name. Such images with no product shown, and not even the company name anywhere, seem wasted.

The music — I like loud rock music, too. Granted, my prefered rock is at least 20 years older than the stuff they’re playing in A&F, but still, rock and roll is supposed to be loud. But dear God almighty, how do the sales staff in the store talk with customers? Dance clubs are loud because people want to dance, not talk, or think, or . . . hmm. I was going to say, “shop,” but people in a dance club are, in effect, shopping.

The lighting — do teenage shoppers care what the clothes actually look like, or is it sufficient just to have something with the A&F label? Well, thinking on what I’ve seen teenagers wearing now a days, maybe they don’t actually care what they wear looks like. So maybe they don’t need to see the clothes and know whether the pants are black or blue, or the shirt is white or pink.

Actually, something that cracks me up about the clothes today’s kids wear is how identical they are to what I was wearing as a kid in the 70s and 80s. I mean, really. I could show you a picture of a kid and you wouldn’t be able to identify whether it was a 70s teen or a 00s teen. You know, I wonder if A&F stores are really just second-hand stores, selling old junk they found at the Goodwill store.

Hey, more power to them. I think it’s fine that 30 year old styles keep coming back. But it does make 30 year old movies with depictions of the predicted future look pretty dumb. If designers just keep bringing back styles from generations past, we’ll never get our plastic, color-changing, self-cleaning fashion look. Imagine if the 80s movie Back to the Future 2 showed people wearing the styles of the 70s. Who would have believed it? Who wouldn’t have laughed at the lack of imagination of the wardrobe designers?

Bullgrit
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Family and the Blog

I’m finding a funny thing about writing a daily blog that my family reads: many stories I would tell my family about my life since the last time they saw me, they’ve already read here.

Trying to make conversation can be awkward.

“Interesting thing happened to me yesterday: this guy approached me in the Walmart parking lot . . .”

“Yeah, I read that in your blog.”

“I took my son to a comic book shop last week . . .”

“That was funny when I read it on your blog.”

“Man, I tell you, it’s been hot down here lately . . .”

“I know. I read your complaint about it in your blog.”

Fortunately, and ironically, my wife doesn’t read my blog. All my recent stories are unknown to my wife until I verbally tell her. It’s funny when she asks me about something and I can say, “If you read my blog, you’d know.” If she read my blog, I’d have little to talk about at the dinner table.

If she read my blog, she’d see this note that I love her, and I’ve missed her over the past few days. <insert big hug and kiss> (We’ve been seperated for a few days, with her at home with our boys and me in my hometown with my mom.)

But, she’ll never see this [virtual] public display of affection. This’ll just be a little secret between me and all of you.

Bullgrit
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