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“Turn on the TV.”

I will never forget where I was and what I was doing when asked to turn on the television.

A fellow junior high parent who we carpooled with had called to say she wasn’t sending her daughter to school that day. The country was under attack and she was scared.

I remember almost scoffing at what seemed an absurdity.

In preparing for this year’s Labor Day Special, I decided to see what I wrote last year.

Ironic that while 2020 was the most volatile year in my lifetime, that the concept of “labor” and how we are living at least in North America hasn’t changed much in 12 months. In fact, my missive reads as true today as it did last September.

My definition of mental toughness is to be able to eradicate the distractions, noise, and head trash to jump back in to activities and behaviors you want to change, but stopped being consistent on.

The person we most spend time talking to daily is ourselves. This can be a very good thing, and unfortunately also a very bad thing.

We humans have a tendency to be cruelest and most unbending to the person we should most be kind to.

And when the bad stuff starts piling up on a regular basis without the ability to be dumped in the proper receptacle outside, it becomes exactly what happens to what we dispose of at home, but allow to pile up.

Trash. In this case, head trash.

Last week while playing golf, I heard a golfer from a nearby tee box yell, “heads up!”

If you’re a golfer, you know that the proper bellow for hitting a ball in the near vicinity of others is “fore!”

The difference is important.

This past weekend was “Girls Weekend” at my house, when my perfect granddaughters came to to visit. We call them “The Pep Girls” and “Hurricane ELMA” for a reason.

So this week, I’m writing late and decided to just simply share some “random digressions” of things that caught my attention this past week.

Richard Sherman had an extraordinary career with the Seattle Seahawks for seven seasons. At the end of his final contract with the Seahawks, he signed a free agent deal with the rival San Francisco 49ers, where he played the past three seasons.

Well, “play” needs to be defined…

I’ve been a big fan of the 1960s television sitcom, Gilligan’s Island since I was a kid.

For whatever reason, the goofy show about seven stranded castaways always makes me laugh, even as an adult. Now I’m sharing the exploits of Gilligan, the Skipper, and the gang with my granddaughters, as I own all three seasons on DVD.