I Have Other Neighbors.

As I may have mentioned (beat the horse to death) I live in the free state of Florida. Now, for those of you still living in a blue-state hell, this means that at least 2/3 of the gates to people’s driveways have a sign that says, “BDLP Security (Barking Dog, Loud Pistol)” or “We don’t dial 911” or, perhaps, “The dog runs the 100 in 3.5 and the Smith & Wesson is faster, so I hope you’re really fast…”  Yes, these are people who really want to be left alone. 

Who are they?  They’re typical Americans of the old school. They are patriots, and want their rights respected. They don’t take kindly to thieves, or for that matter Federal Agents. I suspect the door-to-door vaccine canvas will skip these neighborhoods. Oh, and they’re all over the southern part of the country. 

My neighbors are a mix of school teachers, plumbers, electricians, cops, truck drivers, fire fighters, retired, and professional types in suit and tie offices. They come in all sorts of colors and backgrounds, and I don’t think anyone at all cares if they’re gay, straight, or have a thing for goats – as long is they keep it to their own goats. The point is they are a pretty good cross section of working America. 

Well, why am I talking about this?  Last Saturday we got a call from a neighbor I’d never met inviting us over for a barbecue. Cool! 

An hour later we met our neighbor across the street as she headed to the barbecue with the neighbor across the intersection. First new person. A few minutes later we met the host. 

Now, it’s important to remember that nobody really grew up here in the main. Yes, there are natives, but the majority of the population out in my area is refugees from Cuba and New York. And our host was a New Yorker from Queens. 

Italian as well. Man, are there a lot of Italians in this area, and not just because it’s called Naples. For the next three hours we ate chicken, Mozarella, salami, lemon bars, and margaritas. The food was great, the talk was good, and the chance to meet some new people was super. 

This morning, after not meeting these people over the last 5 months, I ran into two of them while out walking Chewy. The world gets a lot smaller when you get out in it and extend yourself.

I love this place. It’s hot as hell today, and humid. The media is telling everyone to stay inside and drink water. I’m on the lanai (expensive word for screened porch) working on the laptop and sweating. It feels great, and is what I always wanted to do for a living.

Yup. This is the life. I’m truly blessed.

It’s Always Something Around This Joint

Boy, is that true. I never dreamed that retirement would be so busy.

Right now, I’m writing this blog, doing qc work on a course I’m teaching, and getting ready to write a blog for that course. And, once that’s done, I’ll be editing the written manuscript and audio book for DiMercurio’s new novel.

Yeah. That’s in the wake of Chewy and I doing a couple of miles this morning.

The best part is that I get to sequence the events and do it as I see fit. That’s the goal of retirement. I pretty much could just chuck it but for 3 hours a day and still meet my goals. That’s the cool part. 

The other part is making sure you don’t just turn into an alcoholic turnip on your couch, nursing that bottle of Canadian Club until Wheel of Fortune comes on after the frozen dinner at six.

I’ve seen too many people live that life. It’s no life. I’ve been blessed with a lot of things to do in my retirement, and it’s a joy. If only I could get Chewy to quit his heavy breathing the minute I turn the microphone on. I have to kick him out of the room to get that done. I like that dog. Tradeoffs.

 

So far Kip is tolerating me well. We’re going out a couple of times a week to check out the neighborhood/region, and have found some good places to eat. We’re only tethered here occasionally, and once the solar panels are in this week, we’re even more free to roam.

All that hard work for years paid off. 

Ah. Now, for a cup of coffee while I start that work blog.

Have a great week, and be blessed.

That Other Gig I Have #firstresponders #wellness.

It’s about 92 outside, I did the yard work early, and now I’m inside working on the computer.

Two computers, actually. I’ve got a switched monitor linked to a desktop in another area that I do my audio books on, and the other is my writing/mentoring desktop. 

Why two?  Originally they were in different parts of my house, and so it made sense given the two functions were linked to acoustic issues for recording. But, with one office being the home to most of my inside trouble making, I jump back and forth between the two while I’m in here.

Today Chapter 17 of the latest DiMercurio book is being edited. But I wanted to take a break to talk about Pathfinder Resilience. That’s the mentoring job I’ve had since last fall. 

We teach resilience strategies to first responders. Mind you, the course work would help all sorts of people with stress issues, and that probably includes you. We have a great program, one that is founded on scientific research, and emails. Yes, emails. The kind where the first responder says, “Until I started this course I saw no way out and was thinking about suicide.” Yeah. For real. So we know from the data we gather, and the confidential talks we have with our students, that it works.

Today I’m making this a shout out to #firstresponders for #wellness. There are a lot of bogus programs out there, the “flavor of the month” kinds of training. Not us. We really do what we say, and we can prove it.

So, without further ado, I’ll link to our website www.pathfinderresilience.com, our blog at pathfinder, and our podcast.

 

If you are a first responder, or related to one, or know one, take the time to check us out. Then show it to the ones who need it. We’re ready to help them. It’s who we are. 

And I’m very proud to be one of the original staff. I love it.

 

Now, back to sinking submarines in some distant ocean. That book, “DARK TRANSIT” will be out in the next two months. It’s amazing. DiMercurio was gone for a decade or two doing other things, and he’s back better than ever.