Another Screen Time Measurement
The 2nd season of Euphoria dropped, like literally 3 years from the first one. Like I do with a lot of shows I watch with multiple seasons with long periods in between (which actually narrows it down to like 2 shows), I like to restream, rebinge the first season before I watch the new. Turns out it's a good exercise since it's amazing how little you remember as time and other events track on. So game on, I'm on Episode 2 of Season 1. By the time I finish re-streaming Season #1, Season #2 will have dropped in entirety.
Repeatedly over the break, I reached out to wish my construction industry colleagues a merry Christmas and thank them for the past years work and look forward to another year of productive profit taking made possible by working well together, and on multiple occasions, I got a response a few days later with a quick apology explaining that their present to their spouse and/or family was turning off the phone for a few days. Now that I'm writing this it feels like I just wrote this on the last post but its such a bear to go back and check - close this window, open that, , I'll just riff with it. That damn phone - can't live with can't live without.
Sometimes when I look at my life, my goals, my achievements and failures, sometimes I just shrug and say as long I'm making the journey easier for my son, then I've done fine. Though, sometimes I think I'm overdoing it, which is my habit, providing a first class luxe good seats west coast skiing Miami big time travel at will experience. But fuck it, there's still seems to plenty left over.
With 2020 being a big year, 2021 a bigger year and 2022 topping each, I have the enviable decision to make about how hard to work this year, which sort of leaves me in a mini-depressed state since for 20 years I didn't have a choice. Work or fail. Heroics or fail. Burrow out or fail. The idea of graduated effort, a calculated effort, leaves me a bit aimless, waiting for the summer to lay by the pool, and at least have that excuse, that I'm laying by the pool.
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I had two rentals in Barryville NY area, 1 of them being my personal homestead, which as I wrote on Instagram - "Saying goodbye to an old farmhouse that saw me broke, saw me rich, saw me married, saw me divorced, sheltered a baby boy for 10 years and 2 dogs, not to mention an important relationship with a neighbor"
Nothing annoys me more than those Tik Toks or life pamphlets that say "I've never met someone on their deathbed that talked about working more, it's always about family and small moments'. Yeah, no dumb fuck, of course, and when your family was as happy as they were, healthy as they were, prosperous in whatever way you determine and define prosperity - yeah, that was all made possible by work and a lot of it. So yeah, maybe the time put in in the office or the job or the factory floor doesn't rank as the top achievement, but it is the life blood of all other achievements.
The Miami Beach W is one of my favorite hotels, with a roof top basketball court where Lucas hung out all day and the fun pool area where you have to get up early in the morning to reserve your seats. Lots of drama at the W with people unhappy with the lack of pool chairs and beach chairs for those who naively thought you could just saunter on in anytime. Oh contraire, just the opposite. Those who get seats strategize, organize and push their way in.
ps. I wrote this blog a few weeks back because the program has some glitch with pics, I always forget the most streamlined way to post, and hence the delay.