The Day After

The day after big events tends to be an experience unto itself. No different for our DeAnza Lions Charity Crab Feed.

Up late the night before, leaving the hall close to Midnight, it’s up the next morning to gather and clean all the pots and pans and mats and such.

The fellowship continues this second day. We gather at one of our members’ house to power wash and reorganize and reload. Only a handful show up. It’s a lot of work.

Four hours later, we’re done. Our storage space looks revamped; better organized; refreshed.

I grab a ride home with one of the guys after returning the box truck. We agree it was a successful event; we’ll see what the numbers say. One thing for sure:

All for the greater good. All to serve others.

The Lion Motto rings true: We Serve.

Finding Ways to Serve

The event gathers some 500 people to eat crab, enjoy music and fellowship too. It’s a great event.

On Saturday, the Eighth of February, the Lions club I belong to has it’s 24th Charity Crab Feed, to raise money for our club’s charity work.

It also takes a BUNCH of hours to produce. Some 30-40 people volunteer their time that day/evening to put the event on — and a smaller leader group puts in tens of hours prior planning, making arrangements, etc. for the actual event day.

It all comes down to service: how can we Lions raise money for the charity work that needs support; how can we engage our community to for awareness; what can we do to serve those in need and make it enjoyable along the way.

This Charity Crab Feed does the job. My gratitude and admiration to my fellow Lions who started this project nearly a quarter century ago, ten years before I became a Lion. My gratitude to those who support the event. My gratitude to all our Lions and Friends of Lions who do the work to make it happen.

Anatomy of a Crab Feed follows, images from the prep, from the day, from the clean-up.

LIONS. WE SERVE.

Ramp UP

Ramp Up

It’s a feeling that starts early, if you’re lucky.

It’s a sense of anticipation, a particular urgency and readiness to take action.

It’s something that spurs you forward, to handle the situation, rise to the moment, do what’s necessary.

If you’re lucky, it starts early, in life, and in the moment too.

Get ready for school.

Get ready for a game.

Get ready for work.

Run further than you did last time. More reps than you did before.

Get ready to handle a particular extra task (or tasks!) after a full day at work.

More to do.

Ramp up. Ramp up.

Don’t be dissuaded. You can do it. Catch your breath. Center, and again, have at it.

RAMP UP.

Lyrics Post: “Loser” by Beck

Anything but, that’s what Beck is. Not everyone’s cup of tea, but the dude has brought the creativity with critical acclaim over the years, over the decades.

I LOVE these lyrics, not for the meaning, but maybe because there really isn’t any clear thread of meaning — just a good groove and play after play on words on words. GOOD.

“Loser” by Beck

In the time of chimpanzees
I was a monkey
Butane in my veins
And I’m out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs,
Spray-paint the vegetables
Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
Kill the headlights
And put it in neutral
Stock car flaming with a loser
And the cruise control
Baby’s in Reno with the vitamin D
Got a couple of couches,
Sleep on the love seat
Someone keeps saying
I’m insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding
And a stain on my shirt
Don’t believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation
And a maggot on your sleeve
So shave your face
With some mace in the dark
Saving all your food stamps
And burning down the trailer park

(Yo. Cut it.)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?

(Double-barrel buckshot)

Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?

Forces of evil in a bozo nightmare
Ban all the music with a phony gas chamber
‘Cause one’s got a weasel
And the other’s got a flag
One’s on the pole, shove the other in a bag
With the rerun shows
And the cocaine nose-job
The daytime crap of the folksinger slob
He hung himself with a guitar string
Slab of turkey-neck
And it’s hanging from a pigeon wing
You can’t write if you can’t relate
Trade the cash for the beat
For the body for the hate
And my time is a piece of wax
Falling on a termite
Who’s choking on the splinters

Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(Get crazy with the Cheeze Whiz)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(Drive-by body-pierce)

(Yo, bring it on down)
Soy

(I’m a driver; I’m the winner;
Things are gonna change
I can feel it)

Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(I can’t believe you)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?

Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(Sprechen Sie Deutsch, baby?)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(Know what I’m saying?)

Written by: Beck

A New Gig within a Gig

Learning is always good. In your personal life, in your professional life, you get better when you’re learning. Sometimes it’s not easy. But it’s always worth it.

Any company that prioritizes cross-training its personnel to support each other’s functions within a work group is doing the right thing.

I’m in that boat now at work, just beginning to learn the business processes of a sister manufacturing team at my company. Some of the activities are the same; some are a bit different. Common business goals pursued, but handling some exception situations are unique to the department.

Bottom Line: Problems need to be addressed in a timely manner and resolved in the most efficient way for the business overall: manufacturing, supply chain, accounting all working together.

This learning takes time, but is well worth it in the long term; everyone is more informed, and can help each other for the common purpose of moving the business forward.

So keep learning, keep striving to be better. That’s my goal. I feel fortunate to have the chance to do so.

GOOD.

Don’t Give Up on a Bumpy Day

“Today didn’t start off as planned, but we’ve adjusted and are going forward. Don’t give up on a day that gets bumpy. See it through. Make it GOOD.”

I wrote that early one morning last week. I thought it was a good attitude to have regardless of when things go sideways early on. I still think that’s the case. In the moment for sure it was apropos.

But the morning after the San Francisco Forty Niners lost Super Bowl LIV to the Kansas City Chiefs…? And many days after, for that matter…? It’s more a direct counter to the prevailing attitude of the moment: “That f*cking s*cked…!”

I’m a life-long Niner fan. Th e team’s had plenty of success in its history. But when they fall short as they just did, positive attitude aside, it’s flipping hard to make sense of, hard to swallow. Especially in the Super Bowl. F*CK.

Whatever though. It’s just a game. There are a lot of other issues to focus on, causes that need attention.

The lesson from yesterday’s gospel might have a hint, too. As Father Saju shared in his homily on Sunday, that fundamentally Christians are called to look forward, to live their lives and their faith forward, let’s that instruction to heart. That’s the manner to approach each day. Learn the lesson; but too, go forward, don’t dwell on the past.

Don’t give up. Even at the season’s end. Don’t give up. Reset for the next season. GO FORWARD.

Dad Day

“What’s that?”, our daughter asks, looking at the weekly calendar on the refrigerator.

“It’s ‘Dad Day’…that’s gonna be Saturday, when Mom is at a conference”, I respond.

What a day it is, Dad Day.

Sure to be filled with a mixed bag of good; will make it that way regardless of what comes up.

Maybe a sleep-in, maybe not; maybe some errands, maybe not; maybe three grumps, maybe not.

Maybe three fun little kids, good attitudes from the start; maybe three happy kids, helpful and happy and full of fun.

And maybe, just maybe, I make my attitude that way regardless of the situ, regardless of circumstance. Maybe regardless of the way they are, maybe I make it good. Be thankful, and I preach to myself most days.

Make it good. GOOD.