Gratitude Post

I’m a big fan of gratitude. In fact, I believe the so-called “attitude of gratitude” is fundamental to a happy life.

So in that vein, this Gratitude Post is a simple, heart-felt THANKS! to all y’all out there who have visited the blog, have given a “Like”, or shared a post with others.

This month has enjoyed the most visitors to the blog in the last twelve months…so, THANK YOU! MUCHAS GRACIAS! СПАСИБО БОЛЬШОЕ!

I really appreciate the support. Keep spreading the GOOD.

Lyrics Post: “This Land Is Your Land”

“From my youth to now, many decades later, this song speaks. And through its many renditions, this song speaks to us. To those who will listen. For those who yearn, and believe. Thank You, Woody.

“This land is your land, this land is my land

From California to the New York island

From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters

This land was made for you and me

As I was walking that ribbon of highway

I saw above me that endless skyway

I saw below me that golden valley

This land was made for you and me

I’ve roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps

To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts

And all around me a voice was sounding

This land was made for you and me

When the sun came shining, and I was strolling

And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling

As the fog was lifting a voice was chanting

This land was made for you and me

As I went walking I saw a sign there

And on the sign it said “No Trespassing”

But on the other side it didn’t say nothing

That side was made for you and me

In the shadow of the steeple I saw my people

By the relief office I seen my people

As they stood there hungry, I stood there asking

Is this land made for you and me?

Nobody living can ever stop me

As I go walking that freedom highway

Nobody living can ever make me turn back

This land was made for you and me”

Writer(s): Woody Guthrie


It’s frickin’ fundamental. You’re given a voice, a say in the matter! USE IT.

We completed our ballots. Dropped off the envelopes at the County Registrar’s Office this week.

Your vote is your voice in a democracy. It’s a fundamental tenet of our society.

Don’t squander it. Your opinion matters. Your voice matters. Let it be heard.

Let The Noise Go

Let the noise go. Life’s too short to let that noise distract you for long. Let it go, fall away, “like water off a duck’s back,” so the saying goes.

It takes a certain strength I think, To let acknowledge whatever “it” is, and feel some of what it offers, and then, THEN, let it go.

What is the noise?

Divisive rhetoric, negative attitudes, gently grating relationships, loud little kids, a meeting that doesn’t resolve its intended purpose, etc. You get the idea, right?

If it might bring you down, it might be noise I’m talking about.


And then circle back to what matters, and get after it.

Lions Work: Saturday Service Project – Greenhouse & Garden, Cupertino

A couple hours is all it took.

We were set to gather up some compost and complete delivery. Simple enough. A simple path to a little more GOOD.

The destination? A greenhouse and garden beds in need of good soil. This Saturday morning work was a short chapter in a bigger, new project underway from a few months back.

A bit of organization, a few simple tools, a good plan, and a residence card, that’s what was needed. And some sweat equity, something Lions are good at.

The reward? Dark and damp, rich and warm compost, two truckloads — or actually, one small pick-up truck, one Bronco filled with bags.

A few Lions, good fellowship, and we made pretty quick work of the job at hand.

Compost transferred to a greenhouse and garden beds at Camp Via (Via West Campus), which provides residential respite care with special needs camping programs to children and adults in the hills above Cupertino.

The greenhouse at the camp has been dormant for a few years. The DeAnza Lions Club was given the opportunity to bring it back to life, and a few of our members jumped at the chance to get their hands dirty and give the greenhouse and garden beds a fresh start.

Many different aspects of GOOD here:

1/ refreshed purpose of an unused resource.

2/ an opportunity to provide organic, fresh produce to those in need in the community, and for the campers when they return after the pandemic subsides;

3/ a fantastic opportunity to engage others in the community with Lions Work.

Like I said…GOOD. And Lions? WE SERVE. A great way to spend a couple hours on a Saturday morning.

A Dad’s Life, Friday Night

Long week in the rear-view, some challenges, some big news, some fun, all in the wake.

This morning’s random breakfast, left-over kid’s dinner plus a cheese stick.

A Dad’s Breakfast. Fortified for the day.

Twelve hours later, whirlwind workday done, lots of learning — always good — and glad the day, the week is done.

And then a Friday Night after breakfast-for-dinner, it’s couch time with The Three, and a little PBS Kids, streaming to the flat screen.




And into the weekend we go…one last question from my son before bed, “What do dogs eat…”, a classic stall tactic.

And then it’s quiet. Just the nightlight splashing gently into the bedroom,

and a few rustles from the kids’ room, and…GOOD.

Lyrics Post: “Lonely Is The Night” Billy Squier

A LONG time ago I heard this song for the first time. The riff, the lyrics, they stay with me still. They haunt me, fortify me, and everything in between.

Dig it.

“Lonely is the night when you find yourself alone

Your demons come to light and your mind is not your own

Lonely is the night when there’s no one left to call

You feel the time is right–(say) the writin’s on the wall

It’s a high time to fight when the walls are closin’ in

Call it what you like–It’s time you got to win

Lonely, lonely, lonely–your spirit’s sinkin’ down

You find you’re not the only stranger in this town

Red lights, green lights, stop ‘n go jive

Headlines, deadlines jammin’ your mind

You been stealin’ shots from the side

Let your feelin’s go for a ride

There’s danger out tonight..the man is on the prowl

Get the dynamite…the boys are set to prowl

Lonely is the night when you hear the voices call

Are you ready for a fight–do you wanna take it all

Slowdown, showdown–waitin’ on line

Showtime, no time for changin’ your mind

Streets are ringin’, march to the sound

Let your secrets follow you down

Somebody’s watchin’ you baby–so much you can do

Nobody’s stoppin’ you baby, from makin’ it too

One glimpse’ll show you now baby, what the music can do

One kiss’ll show you now baby–it can happen to you

No more sleepin’, wastin’ our time

Midnight creepin’s first on our minds

No more lazin’ ’round the tv

You’ll go crazy–come out with me”

Writer(s): Billy Squier