Weekend over
July is almost over. Another month down towards retiring. Although my goal has been altered a little. Hubby told me that while he wanted to travel, he does not want to live in an RV full time – away from home (Michigan). He has always had good instincts and I have to trust him again this time. At first I felt let down, but I keep telling myself “no worries”. I know we are going to travel some, tinker some, all in all just do what we want! Many a weekend will come and go.
Rather than dwell on the chain of events. I took to working on my pages. I finally got the WordPress blog figured out and a few things on it. While this .com is my priority, the WordPress blog is nice to have. And it’s free. This weekend I posted on the WordPress blog more detail of hubby’s reserved idea.
WordPress blog
I like the layout of this .com and have grown to it quite a bit. The WordPress blog format is unique and likeable as well. It seems to have fewer bells and whistles than this .com has. However, for free, it is very nice. Searching for other blogs on that WordPress website is an enjoyable past time. I like seeing what others are about. With any luck, I will make new acquaintances and connections through the WordPress blog, as well as this .com.
I am starting to see results from the work that I hired done through Fiverr. I would not hesitate to use that service again! The young man who helped me was from Bangladesh. Very nice and very fast! The WordPress blog could stand to do as well as this website. I hope anyway.
Splitting hairs
One concern for me is spreading myself to thin. It is a challenge, at times, to come up with a topic for this website; not to mention having a second website. The plan is to have them related but on different fronts. It will be a constant battle of determination for me as I lose focus easily. However, it is a great tool for venting and keeping the mind occupied. As the websites become more popular I imagine they will become more interesting as well.
It would have been nice to have chosen a different name; something more catchy, unique. The idea of basing this site all around retirement travel doesn’t seem to be the focus anymore. If the truth be known, it’s possible this is actually a common thing to have happen with beginners. At any rate I will keep pushing on and try to make whatever topic as interesting as I can.
A final note
While going out to dinner this weekend, hubby and I happened along a curious thing. A gentleman (around mid to late 40’s) was sitting in a vehicle with a young boy. When we got out of the car to go into the restaurant the boy started yelling “put your hands up”. The gentleman was laughing and we thought it was cute.
A bit of time passed by and the gentleman came into the buffet restaurant with what looked to be his mother and another (older) child. The gentleman let go of the little boys hand, who began running track around the entire restaurant. When he passed our table I realized it was the “stick your hands up” little boy. Only he was not little, he weighed every bit of 50 maybe even 60 pounds! I guessed him to be about 4 years old because of his athletic ability and spoiled baby talk. The thing that got me, though is the kid was wearing a diaper!
While we have no children, I have to imagine that if we did they would not be in a diaper at 4 years of age. The child did not listen to reason, and bribes were not working; so, the gentleman came over to where we were and attempted to retrieve the boy. The kid immediately went limp, forcing the gentleman to pick the boy up like a sack of potatoes.
Spoiled children
the family ended up at a table behind where we were sitting. The gentleman went to the bar to fix a plate for the boy. Meanwhile, the grandmother(?) blocked the child’s way out of the booth. This did not fare well with the boy who began taking swings at the older woman. She threatened him with a spanking, attempted to bribe him with ice cream, all to no favorable conclusion. When the gentleman got back the older woman went up to the buffet and the challenge of getting the child to calm down and eat began. The boy wasn’t having any part of what they were trying to feed him. Now it was all about ice cream.
I was raised a spoiled child
And sheltered as well. It’s a mystery to me why it unnerves me to witness people with spoiled children. But it does. I am glad that I never had children because I am afraid I would have been a strict parent. People told me that changes when you have your own, but I’m not so sure. I feel somewhat the same way my grandfather did about spoiling children. It’s no good. He and my grandmother had nine living children. Per the custom back in that day, the older children helped raise the younger children. They succeeded all kinds of challenges. The war, the depression, a house fire, losing two children. I don’t think there was motivation for spoiling only survival.
Having and raising children is the most important responsibility we are faced with. The impact will resonate for generations. Yet anyone can have children and they don’t have to be responsible raising them. The worst crime on this earth, in my opinion, is hurting children and animals. Neither one asked to be here.
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lam0beaner
I'm faithful, foremost. A blogger since 2017. Interested in photography, painting, anything crafty. I am not afraid to tackle the unknown and if I get stuck, there's always the internet. I consider myself to be young at heart in an aging body.
