Saving

If I have a goal, such as buying real estate or an expensive trip, or something tangible, I can save with no problems.

Now.

In my youth, as soon as I had a penny in my pocket, it was gone. I helped keep the
American economy flowing. My money wasn’t in my pockets, or my wallet, or any bank, be it piggy or a member of the FDIC. It was circulating throughout the country, doing business.

You are welcome America.

I believed that when I was out on the road, enjoying the people and the beauty of this beautiful planet, I had an obligation to myself to have as much fun and do as many things so as not to miss a minute of the journey I was on.

Tempered since then, I really want to take Karen to Europe for a long vacation, to share the beauty, history, and cultures that I experienced so early in my life.

Moving along, here is the preface for the letter “E” in my book EMOTIONS: Not your Mama’s ABC’s!

E

          Economical is an emotion I never or rarely, exercised as a young man. I marvel at the person who brags about the sales price they paid for an item even though I had the same ability to get the reduced price. If I would have just bothered to look. Mainly due to laziness and the fact that the women in my life have always babied me, I always buy as opposed to shop, and usually the product that was packaged the coolest or that was the most eye-appealing.

          Weak.

          Stupidity is another factor in my wastefulness. Remember those old lint rollers with adhesive sheets wrapped around a plastic roller? No one ever told me there was actually sheets under the original one, so I would use up the first sheet until it was solid with lint, flotsam, jetsam, etc., and then I would simply throw it away. I remember thinking man; those things are expensive and don’t last very long.

          Kind of like girlfriends.

          If you want to see a real Master of Economy, look no further than the nearest working mother of three. Talk about making magic.

          My brother and I worked in the culinary field. We actually tried collaborating on a few occasions, but it was doomed from the very start. See, Ed thought he was the world’s greatest chef and I knew I was. I owe much of my inventiveness and adaptability to my mom and her creativity in the kitchen with a limited budget. If you are not economically-minded in the food service industry, you are not in the food service industry, at least not for long. I lasted the better part of three decades, so I was doing something right, I suppose.

          In today’s world, being economical is even more necessary than ever. It is hard enough to make it on this planet with no money. In the interest of brevity, I will not delve into any horror stories of bankrupt sports millionaires or lottery winners and the problems they face.

          Boo fucking hoo.

          Embarrassed is the next state of being I selected and nothing like getting caught with your hand in the cookie jar.

Certainly not gender specific.

I will post the short-short story Perfect Fit tomorrow night to illustrate the emotion.

Stay well.