What would a divided California mean? -- this move to make it into 2 or 3 states.
It would increase the number of Senators from 2 to 6 representing the same number of people. Will they be Left or Right leaning? Will there be a balance of 3 and 3? I suspect it will give an advantage of 1 to the left.
They have Waters in L.A., Pelosi in S.F., Feinstein all over the place and not much sense. They truly represent the old adage that once the voters figure out they can vote themselves a free ticket they will -- but, being of a strong Leftist persuasion, they expect someone else to pay for it.
The calls for impeachment of the President are coming from such a mindset as is commonly seen in CA. Of course, they vote on everything. Recalls are common there. To them, impeachment is much like a recall. It says, "We don't like the bum, off with his head!" We are fortunate that our Founding Fathers anticipated such a situation and established a Republic rather than a democracy.
There is a lot of wealth in California. I'm not talking about the billions piled in Hollywood, I'm talking about agriculture and Silicon Valley. There is oil and gas and minerals as well. Could they stand as a sovereign country? Yes, if they reformed their government and got rid of the high tax/welfare system they currently have. The problem is that they would form a pure democracy if not a communist state. A communist state might survive but, a pure democracy couldn't.
If they were to split from the rest of us I could probably find a way to wish them well as long as they take the Hollywood idiots with them.
Robert A. Heinlein saw this happening in CA as early as the 50's. He had some really weird ideas, but was somewhat prescient. Craziness....
Tuesday, July 3, 2018
Monday, July 2, 2018
To Our South
The election of a Socialist as President of Mexico bothers me greatly. Mexico is ripe for Communism and to me, this is just the first step.
The crisis on our southern border will worsen. We will have a string of refugee camps. Human trafficking will increase. The cartels will move their operations to the U.S. They will support the Democratic Party directly and by proxy because the policies they espouse favor the cartels.
Texas, New Mexico and Arizona will become a war zone. California will just be California as it is slowly taken over. Civil unrest will grow and spread.
There will either be a Federal crackdown that will lead us one step closer to a Police State, we will break out in civil war, or the Left will regain control and we will join Mexico on the road to Communism.
Read the history. It doesn't look good from where I sit.
Just my thoughts....
The crisis on our southern border will worsen. We will have a string of refugee camps. Human trafficking will increase. The cartels will move their operations to the U.S. They will support the Democratic Party directly and by proxy because the policies they espouse favor the cartels.
Texas, New Mexico and Arizona will become a war zone. California will just be California as it is slowly taken over. Civil unrest will grow and spread.
There will either be a Federal crackdown that will lead us one step closer to a Police State, we will break out in civil war, or the Left will regain control and we will join Mexico on the road to Communism.
Read the history. It doesn't look good from where I sit.
Just my thoughts....
Wednesday, June 24, 2015
The Confederate Battle Flag Controversy
Racial tensions between blacks and non-blacks seem to be at the highest level they have been in many years -- at least according to our politicians and members of the media. I haven't observed that heightened tension. Is it because of where I live? -- deep East Texas where the mix of the skin colors is at a nearly equal level. I recently spent several days in Virginia and North Carolina where much of the Civil War was fought. I saw black, white, brown and other skin colors freely mixing everywhere that I went. They were laughing, conversing, sitting at the same table eating meals and there seemed to be nothing but amiability among them.
I did not travel to the inner city of the major metropolitan areas. Perhaps that is where the issue is seated. Poverty breeds discontent -- as it should. The discontent should lead to efforts to remedy the situation. I was taught that it is by my own efforts that I will succeed. Maybe the problem lies in that many of those in the inner cities were taught it is only through government intervention and handouts that their situation can be bettered. Human nature is such that going back to the same solution becomes habit and if that solution is no longer doing the job, the result is complaint rather than seeking new solutions.
I see the Confederate Battle Flag as a symbol of resistance. It has nothing to do with slavery in my mind. It is a symbol of standing up to the bully -- in the historic sense, standing up to the bully of a Federal Government taking away long-standing rights of the citizens. Prior to the time of the Civil War, states were allowed significant latitude in how they addressed most issues. The Federal Government was, by the Constitution, limited in power to things like treaties, international commerce, interstate commerce and defending our country. The period leading up to the Civil War saw an increasing level of Federal interference with rights previously reserved to the states.
Yes, slavery was an issue. It was driven by economic circumstances and the inherent evil in man to exert power over others. The South was primarily an agricultural based economy in a time prior to automation. The North was primarily an industrial based economy dependent on other geographic areas for raw material to supply their industry. Therein lies much of the issue. The North was dependent in many ways on the South. They wanted control and they had a tremendous amount of power. One might say they wished to enslave the South.
The Southerners resisted the exertion of Federal control over them. It was a difficult decision for them. The interdependency between the two regions was strong, but worldwide demand for the items produced in the South provided the opportunity to sell to other markets and allow them the ability to overcome that dependency. The North had fewer options. They needed the cheap raw goods to continue fueling their industrial economy. Importing goods from other countries would be extremely expensive and therefore unfeasible. Their only answer was to stop the Southern states from leaving the Union. Therefore, war.
The war wasn't really about slavery. The North was just as dependent on slavery as was the South. The cheap agricultural products needed for Northern industry were cheap because of slavery. It just occurred at a time in history concurrent with efforts to abolish slavery; efforts just as strong in the South as in the North. Slavery became a convenient scapegoat after the war to point the blame away from the aggressors -- namely Northern industrialists -- and to the losers of the conflict. The winners tend to write the history after all.
When the Civil War broke out, there were large numbers of slaves in the North as well as the South. Most of them in the North were serving in domestic capacities within the households of the wealthy -- the Captains of Industry and the Politicians. They were replaceable at a cost. The wealthy could hire cheap Irish and other immigrant labor to replace their slaves. In the South, there was not a ready replacement for the slave labor.
When Lincoln freed the slaves during the war, it was only those in the Southern states. Northern slaves were not freed until the Thirteenth Amendment was ratified. Freeing slaves in the South was a move to cripple what remained of the Southern economy to make it more difficult for them to sustain their war effort -- much as the U.S. Cavalry killed all the buffalo to cripple the economic base of the Plains Indians a few short years later.
The Confederate Battle Flag has nothing to do with slavery, or with oppression of blacks. It is a symbol of resistance to an oppressive Federal Government.
Should it fly over the South Carolina Statehouse? That is an entirely different question. Maybe we should begin with "why?" Is it flown as a symbol of the historic role South Carolina played in the resistance to the Northern usurpation of state's power? After all, the first shots fired in the rebellion were at Fort Sumter. If so, it is a strong symbol of their identity and should remain. Or, is it a remnant of the once-powerful Southern Democratic Party which was controlled by many who were KKK members and wished to use it as a symbol to keep blacks in subjugation to whites? If that is the case, it should be removed.
Maybe the more important question that should be asked is, "what is next?" The South seems, even today, to continue its resistance to an ever-more-powerful Federal Government. Maybe more Statehouses should consider raising the Battle Flag.......
Just my thoughts.
I did not travel to the inner city of the major metropolitan areas. Perhaps that is where the issue is seated. Poverty breeds discontent -- as it should. The discontent should lead to efforts to remedy the situation. I was taught that it is by my own efforts that I will succeed. Maybe the problem lies in that many of those in the inner cities were taught it is only through government intervention and handouts that their situation can be bettered. Human nature is such that going back to the same solution becomes habit and if that solution is no longer doing the job, the result is complaint rather than seeking new solutions.
I see the Confederate Battle Flag as a symbol of resistance. It has nothing to do with slavery in my mind. It is a symbol of standing up to the bully -- in the historic sense, standing up to the bully of a Federal Government taking away long-standing rights of the citizens. Prior to the time of the Civil War, states were allowed significant latitude in how they addressed most issues. The Federal Government was, by the Constitution, limited in power to things like treaties, international commerce, interstate commerce and defending our country. The period leading up to the Civil War saw an increasing level of Federal interference with rights previously reserved to the states.
Yes, slavery was an issue. It was driven by economic circumstances and the inherent evil in man to exert power over others. The South was primarily an agricultural based economy in a time prior to automation. The North was primarily an industrial based economy dependent on other geographic areas for raw material to supply their industry. Therein lies much of the issue. The North was dependent in many ways on the South. They wanted control and they had a tremendous amount of power. One might say they wished to enslave the South.
The Southerners resisted the exertion of Federal control over them. It was a difficult decision for them. The interdependency between the two regions was strong, but worldwide demand for the items produced in the South provided the opportunity to sell to other markets and allow them the ability to overcome that dependency. The North had fewer options. They needed the cheap raw goods to continue fueling their industrial economy. Importing goods from other countries would be extremely expensive and therefore unfeasible. Their only answer was to stop the Southern states from leaving the Union. Therefore, war.
The war wasn't really about slavery. The North was just as dependent on slavery as was the South. The cheap agricultural products needed for Northern industry were cheap because of slavery. It just occurred at a time in history concurrent with efforts to abolish slavery; efforts just as strong in the South as in the North. Slavery became a convenient scapegoat after the war to point the blame away from the aggressors -- namely Northern industrialists -- and to the losers of the conflict. The winners tend to write the history after all.
When the Civil War broke out, there were large numbers of slaves in the North as well as the South. Most of them in the North were serving in domestic capacities within the households of the wealthy -- the Captains of Industry and the Politicians. They were replaceable at a cost. The wealthy could hire cheap Irish and other immigrant labor to replace their slaves. In the South, there was not a ready replacement for the slave labor.
When Lincoln freed the slaves during the war, it was only those in the Southern states. Northern slaves were not freed until the Thirteenth Amendment was ratified. Freeing slaves in the South was a move to cripple what remained of the Southern economy to make it more difficult for them to sustain their war effort -- much as the U.S. Cavalry killed all the buffalo to cripple the economic base of the Plains Indians a few short years later.
The Confederate Battle Flag has nothing to do with slavery, or with oppression of blacks. It is a symbol of resistance to an oppressive Federal Government.
Should it fly over the South Carolina Statehouse? That is an entirely different question. Maybe we should begin with "why?" Is it flown as a symbol of the historic role South Carolina played in the resistance to the Northern usurpation of state's power? After all, the first shots fired in the rebellion were at Fort Sumter. If so, it is a strong symbol of their identity and should remain. Or, is it a remnant of the once-powerful Southern Democratic Party which was controlled by many who were KKK members and wished to use it as a symbol to keep blacks in subjugation to whites? If that is the case, it should be removed.
Maybe the more important question that should be asked is, "what is next?" The South seems, even today, to continue its resistance to an ever-more-powerful Federal Government. Maybe more Statehouses should consider raising the Battle Flag.......
Just my thoughts.
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Coffee Jitters
I like a steaming cup of Joe
To start my every day;
It helps to clear the morning fog
And send me on the way.
Two cups before I head to work
Seems just the thing I need;
One won't do and more than two
Sends my motor in high speed.
But, days like this, so wet and cold
Cause me to want to sip
About a gallon of the stuff
At a slow and stately clip.
Then sometime 'long about mid-day
It catches up to me
And I find myself begin to shake
In my extremities.
Wondering what is wrong with me
With head that's all a-buzz
I set my shaking cup right down
And get up to shake the fuzz.
I eat some food and take a break
Trying to clear my head
And find I just can't keep my mind
From wandering instead.
Then 'long about late afternoon
When I am feeling weak,
I crave to fall asleep in bed;
It's all I wish to seek.
Such a toll this humble brew
Wreaks on this body mine,
I swear I'll quit this awful stuff....
But, then I smell that smell divine.
To start my every day;
It helps to clear the morning fog
And send me on the way.
Two cups before I head to work
Seems just the thing I need;
One won't do and more than two
Sends my motor in high speed.
But, days like this, so wet and cold
Cause me to want to sip
About a gallon of the stuff
At a slow and stately clip.
Then sometime 'long about mid-day
It catches up to me
And I find myself begin to shake
In my extremities.
Wondering what is wrong with me
With head that's all a-buzz
I set my shaking cup right down
And get up to shake the fuzz.
I eat some food and take a break
Trying to clear my head
And find I just can't keep my mind
From wandering instead.
Then 'long about late afternoon
When I am feeling weak,
I crave to fall asleep in bed;
It's all I wish to seek.
Such a toll this humble brew
Wreaks on this body mine,
I swear I'll quit this awful stuff....
But, then I smell that smell divine.
Monday, February 23, 2015
Thankful to be Inside Today
Rain, freezing rain, sleet, snow and a little thunder -- that's the weather report folks! Just day before yesterday I was taking photos of a tree that is almost in full leaf.
So far the freezing rain has been on surfaces above ground -- like my windshield, the pickup door that I was barely able to open, the gate that was frozen shut -- but, not the streets. Maybe it will stay warm enough the streets won't freeze over. They called off school in the event that it might.
I shouldn't complain. There have been no power outages that I am aware of. With all the trees around here, accumulating ice can be a real problem due to broken branches taking out power lines.
This is the kind of weather where you want to build a fire in the fireplace, warm up some hot chocolate and get a good book. Instead, some of us have little choice but to report to work.
We complain about the weather a lot. It's either too hot or, too cold or, too wet. Rarely do we get those days that are just right and yet, most of us in this country work indoors where the weather really doesn't affect us too much. Instead of complaining we should be thankful. There are folks who are out working in it no matter what the weather is like.
Once upon a time I wanted to be a cowboy. I know a bunch of folks who make their living in the saddle. They're out there in this mess. It's the time of year when the baby calves start coming. There are countless individuals out riding the pastures, looking for that young cow off by herself with a newborn. The cowboy is bundled up, probably wearing a slicker and gloves, but he's cold. The wet cold just seeps in and chills to the bone. That's why they are out there. It affects those newborn calves the same way.
They will be doing everything they can to warm that calf up so he will survive -- even to the point of carrying them across their lap as they ride to the barn with the momma cow, head up and snorting, following at a safe distance -- or, maybe not so safe distance for the cowboy. Hopefully, she will follow all the way into the barn where they will be sheltered from the storm.
It is a noble life and a hard one.
Yeah, I'm thankful for a job in an office on days like today.
So far the freezing rain has been on surfaces above ground -- like my windshield, the pickup door that I was barely able to open, the gate that was frozen shut -- but, not the streets. Maybe it will stay warm enough the streets won't freeze over. They called off school in the event that it might.
I shouldn't complain. There have been no power outages that I am aware of. With all the trees around here, accumulating ice can be a real problem due to broken branches taking out power lines.
This is the kind of weather where you want to build a fire in the fireplace, warm up some hot chocolate and get a good book. Instead, some of us have little choice but to report to work.
We complain about the weather a lot. It's either too hot or, too cold or, too wet. Rarely do we get those days that are just right and yet, most of us in this country work indoors where the weather really doesn't affect us too much. Instead of complaining we should be thankful. There are folks who are out working in it no matter what the weather is like.
Once upon a time I wanted to be a cowboy. I know a bunch of folks who make their living in the saddle. They're out there in this mess. It's the time of year when the baby calves start coming. There are countless individuals out riding the pastures, looking for that young cow off by herself with a newborn. The cowboy is bundled up, probably wearing a slicker and gloves, but he's cold. The wet cold just seeps in and chills to the bone. That's why they are out there. It affects those newborn calves the same way.
They will be doing everything they can to warm that calf up so he will survive -- even to the point of carrying them across their lap as they ride to the barn with the momma cow, head up and snorting, following at a safe distance -- or, maybe not so safe distance for the cowboy. Hopefully, she will follow all the way into the barn where they will be sheltered from the storm.
It is a noble life and a hard one.
Yeah, I'm thankful for a job in an office on days like today.
Friday, February 20, 2015
Rainy Weekend Forecast and My Real Focus
Working a full time job makes it hard to do the things I want to at the ranch. It is worse when the weekend weather doesn't cooperate. We have had beautiful weather this week, but starting today it is supposed to rain and continue through the weekend.
I can get some things done if it isn't too heavy, but if it is a "soaker" I am stuck indoors for the most part.
Part of my current job is in new customer development. I have been spending a lot of my time building prospect lists and starting the process of turning them into customers. This business, just like most that I have been involved in, is one in which it takes awhile to develop a new customer -- they don't normally jump on board immediately.
I haven't yet figured out what the "sales cycle" is for loan customers. It is a matter of developing a relationship. If you think about it, most people don't change banks unless they move. My target customers are long-established agricultural businesses. They have banking relationships.
The thing that sets us apart from others though, is our personal involvement in agriculture -- particularly cattle production -- and plenty of years of experience. Not many banks are interested in doing cattle loans, but it is something we love. And more importantly, we have the experience to understand the business like very few banks do.
Now, how did I go from thinking about what the weather is doing to my weekend plans to how my job is about sales? Probably because that's where my mind is focused at the moment.....
I guess I'd better get with it!
Chris
I can get some things done if it isn't too heavy, but if it is a "soaker" I am stuck indoors for the most part.
Part of my current job is in new customer development. I have been spending a lot of my time building prospect lists and starting the process of turning them into customers. This business, just like most that I have been involved in, is one in which it takes awhile to develop a new customer -- they don't normally jump on board immediately.
I haven't yet figured out what the "sales cycle" is for loan customers. It is a matter of developing a relationship. If you think about it, most people don't change banks unless they move. My target customers are long-established agricultural businesses. They have banking relationships.
The thing that sets us apart from others though, is our personal involvement in agriculture -- particularly cattle production -- and plenty of years of experience. Not many banks are interested in doing cattle loans, but it is something we love. And more importantly, we have the experience to understand the business like very few banks do.
Now, how did I go from thinking about what the weather is doing to my weekend plans to how my job is about sales? Probably because that's where my mind is focused at the moment.....
I guess I'd better get with it!
Chris
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
Getting Serious
There are a lot of weighty things going on in this old world. If I began a list of them here, it would stretch for page after page (or, is that screen after screen?). When I allow myself to dive into thoughts of all that is going on I become angry, or depressed, or I choose to "wall myself off" and focus on less weighty things.
But, the relevant question is, "If not me, then who?"
Nothing gets "fixed" until good people step up and work to improve the situation. But, can I really do anything about ISIS, or children starving in India, or ocean degradation, or drug and human trafficking, or any of the myriad other issues haunting this world? Well, yeah, I can. What I mean is, although I can't "fix" them by myself, I can effect positive change in some or all of those issues.
"How?" you might ask.
By doing all that I can each day to make a positive difference in the life of someone.
The above statement sounds a bit like a mantra from secular humanism. We hear it in slogans such as "Pay it forward." They are great slogans and, if humanity was primarily benevolent, they might ultimately make a positive difference. Hmmm.....back to ISIS. I don't think there is anything benevolent about them.
The reality is that unless the nature of the person is changed, nothing changes. The only power that can truly change us is the power of Jesus Christ. I pray that you will seek Him with all of your heart.
But, the relevant question is, "If not me, then who?"
Nothing gets "fixed" until good people step up and work to improve the situation. But, can I really do anything about ISIS, or children starving in India, or ocean degradation, or drug and human trafficking, or any of the myriad other issues haunting this world? Well, yeah, I can. What I mean is, although I can't "fix" them by myself, I can effect positive change in some or all of those issues.
"How?" you might ask.
By doing all that I can each day to make a positive difference in the life of someone.
The above statement sounds a bit like a mantra from secular humanism. We hear it in slogans such as "Pay it forward." They are great slogans and, if humanity was primarily benevolent, they might ultimately make a positive difference. Hmmm.....back to ISIS. I don't think there is anything benevolent about them.
The reality is that unless the nature of the person is changed, nothing changes. The only power that can truly change us is the power of Jesus Christ. I pray that you will seek Him with all of your heart.
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
Brush and Thorns
I know that I have posted recently about clearing brush from fence rows on our place. I am also clearing brush and junk trees from all over the place. In fact, there is at least 40 acres of junk trees growing where it should be clear pasture with the occasional, scattered oak tree for shade. It's a messy tangle of thorns where there should be grass.
I could hire someone with a bulldozer to come in and clear the land. It would be much quicker and also very much more expensive. Dozer work for clearing brush runs from $85 to $135 per hour depending on the size of dozer that I hire. It would take at least a couple of weeks to get the job done, but it would be done.
I could do it that way, but I guess I have a stubborn streak in me that wants to do the job myself. So, at least for the time being, I am working away at it with a chainsaw and tractor. It's a good way to wear out leather gloves and a good way to sweat off a few pounds. Progress is slow though and it is occasionally hard on me when I am punctured by the thorns.
The only way to really imagine what I mean by thorns is to show you a picture.
The thorn in the picture is sticking out of the main trunk of one of the trees I cut on Saturday. It is about 4 inches long. The tree is covered in them -- not just on the branches, but the trunk and major limbs as well.
I have to cut my way through the thorny branches in order to get to the trunk so that I can take the tree down.
You can't tell from this photo, but this tree is about 12 inches in diameter at the base. There were limbs sticking out of it all the way to ground level.
The downed tree farthest from me is the one in the above pictures. You can see a few smaller ones in the foreground. Looking in the distance you can see scattered trees that are similar. In the far distance is a line of trees -- all the same stuff. It may take awhile.
I am cutting the trees up for firewood and piling the limbs for burning. The stumps have to be treated to prevent re-growth. I'm told they will rot in a couple of years if treated. I sure hope so!
If you need some firewood, let me know. It is cut your own and there is plenty of it. But, it is also free if you will pile the limbs neatly and cut only the trees that I want cut!
I could hire someone with a bulldozer to come in and clear the land. It would be much quicker and also very much more expensive. Dozer work for clearing brush runs from $85 to $135 per hour depending on the size of dozer that I hire. It would take at least a couple of weeks to get the job done, but it would be done.
I could do it that way, but I guess I have a stubborn streak in me that wants to do the job myself. So, at least for the time being, I am working away at it with a chainsaw and tractor. It's a good way to wear out leather gloves and a good way to sweat off a few pounds. Progress is slow though and it is occasionally hard on me when I am punctured by the thorns.
The only way to really imagine what I mean by thorns is to show you a picture.
The thorn in the picture is sticking out of the main trunk of one of the trees I cut on Saturday. It is about 4 inches long. The tree is covered in them -- not just on the branches, but the trunk and major limbs as well.
I have to cut my way through the thorny branches in order to get to the trunk so that I can take the tree down.
You can't tell from this photo, but this tree is about 12 inches in diameter at the base. There were limbs sticking out of it all the way to ground level.
The downed tree farthest from me is the one in the above pictures. You can see a few smaller ones in the foreground. Looking in the distance you can see scattered trees that are similar. In the far distance is a line of trees -- all the same stuff. It may take awhile.
I am cutting the trees up for firewood and piling the limbs for burning. The stumps have to be treated to prevent re-growth. I'm told they will rot in a couple of years if treated. I sure hope so!
If you need some firewood, let me know. It is cut your own and there is plenty of it. But, it is also free if you will pile the limbs neatly and cut only the trees that I want cut!
Thursday, February 12, 2015
A Little Travel
I spent a lot of years traveling for work. I know that I've posted about it before, but it is what is on my mind.
For the past year, I haven't had to travel much. It might be because I was semi-unemployed/self-employed/underemployed/whatever you want to call it. But, with my new job, there will be a small amount of travel.
I got in late last night from Milwaukee. I attended a school for learning about a new software we are installing here at work.
Being new to my job, I had a hard time following some of it. It wasn't so much the software that was difficult, but the acronyms and jargon used that was related to the products we would be using the software to manage. I have yet to get fully up to speed on some of those things.
It has been my practice when traveling to see a few of the local sights if time allowed. Milwaukee being on the shores of Lake Michigan meant that a brief trip to the shore was desirable -- if we could just get there in the daylight! Fortunately, the last day, we had some time to do so. Photos are posted below.
I also had to sample the local foods. The deep-fried cheese curds and a variety of sausages were delicious!
For the past year, I haven't had to travel much. It might be because I was semi-unemployed/self-employed/underemployed/whatever you want to call it. But, with my new job, there will be a small amount of travel.
I got in late last night from Milwaukee. I attended a school for learning about a new software we are installing here at work.
Being new to my job, I had a hard time following some of it. It wasn't so much the software that was difficult, but the acronyms and jargon used that was related to the products we would be using the software to manage. I have yet to get fully up to speed on some of those things.
It has been my practice when traveling to see a few of the local sights if time allowed. Milwaukee being on the shores of Lake Michigan meant that a brief trip to the shore was desirable -- if we could just get there in the daylight! Fortunately, the last day, we had some time to do so. Photos are posted below.
I also had to sample the local foods. The deep-fried cheese curds and a variety of sausages were delicious!
Friday, February 6, 2015
Sleep Where Ar't Thou.....
Don't you just hate those nights when you can't sleep well? It may be that it is difficult to fall asleep for some reason, or worse yet, you go to bed exhausted and fall immediately to sleep, only to wake up an hour later and toss and turn the rest of the night. Yeah, that was my night last night.
I was tired and went to bed at a reasonable hour. I read some before turning out the light which is normal for me. I must have fallen asleep almost immediately. Then about 11:30 I woke up and felt as though I never truly went back to sleep again.
My head was filled with thoughts of loans and cattle and projects that needed done and on and on. Nothing that I was really worried about, just thinking about them. I couldn't turn it off. I tried every technique I could think of. Nothing seemed to work. So, I tossed and turned.
One thing I've noticed on nights like that is the side I am lying on affects what I think about. I can usually change my train of though by turning over and laying on my other side. It probably has something to do with the fluid flows in my brain. There does seem to be some correlation between the side on which I am lying and the type of thinking. One side is more analytical and the other is more creative. I suppose that ties with left-brain, right-brain thinking.
Anyway, today I get to deal with the consequences of less than the optimum amount of sleep. I can usually convince myself that it doesn't matter -- at least for awhile. But, by mid-afternoon it will likely catch up to me unless I can stay really busy.
Don't you hate it when that happens -- especially on a Friday! It may make for a really long day.
Chris
I was tired and went to bed at a reasonable hour. I read some before turning out the light which is normal for me. I must have fallen asleep almost immediately. Then about 11:30 I woke up and felt as though I never truly went back to sleep again.
My head was filled with thoughts of loans and cattle and projects that needed done and on and on. Nothing that I was really worried about, just thinking about them. I couldn't turn it off. I tried every technique I could think of. Nothing seemed to work. So, I tossed and turned.
One thing I've noticed on nights like that is the side I am lying on affects what I think about. I can usually change my train of though by turning over and laying on my other side. It probably has something to do with the fluid flows in my brain. There does seem to be some correlation between the side on which I am lying and the type of thinking. One side is more analytical and the other is more creative. I suppose that ties with left-brain, right-brain thinking.
Anyway, today I get to deal with the consequences of less than the optimum amount of sleep. I can usually convince myself that it doesn't matter -- at least for awhile. But, by mid-afternoon it will likely catch up to me unless I can stay really busy.
Don't you hate it when that happens -- especially on a Friday! It may make for a really long day.
Chris
Thursday, February 5, 2015
A Cold and Dreary Day
The sound of gentle rain
Seeps into my consciousness
As I awaken
Moments before the alarm.
A sense of dreariness,
Much like the promised day,
Permeates
My still-tired body.
The routine of shower,
Breakfast, shave and dress
Does little
To break the spell of weariness.
The mist is too light for continuous
Yet, too much for intermittent
Settings
On my windshield wipers.
The sound of tires
On wet pavement
Is monotonous
As I make my way to work.
The office is quiet.
The conversations muted.
It is wet
And cold outside.
My desire is elsewhere,
And it calls to me
In silence,
Adding to the moodiness
That marks my path today......
Seeps into my consciousness
As I awaken
Moments before the alarm.
A sense of dreariness,
Much like the promised day,
Permeates
My still-tired body.
The routine of shower,
Breakfast, shave and dress
Does little
To break the spell of weariness.
The mist is too light for continuous
Yet, too much for intermittent
Settings
On my windshield wipers.
The sound of tires
On wet pavement
Is monotonous
As I make my way to work.
The office is quiet.
The conversations muted.
It is wet
And cold outside.
My desire is elsewhere,
And it calls to me
In silence,
Adding to the moodiness
That marks my path today......
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
Cattle Working Facility
Yesterday I posted about Progress. One of the things that I mentioned was the progress on our new corrals/vet barn. I thought today a few photos might be in order.
The support posts have been set for the roof of the structure that will cover the working area.
The pile of sand is for mixing the concrete foundation for the Vet Shack and chute/scales.
Here are the forms for the foundation/floor of the Vet Shack.
I ordered all of the corral panels and chute from Priefert. The chute/scales, etc. will be under the roof so we can work cattle even in the rain.
When we unloaded all of these in the late evening about 1 1/2 weeks ago, we just stacked them as best we could near the area where we planned to build the facility.
It's good to see some progress at the place. It won't be long now before we will be ready to start turning out cattle.
I will try to occasionally post a few pictures of what is happening out there.
Tuesday, February 3, 2015
Random Thoughts on Progress
Yesterday the contractor started work on our barn/vet shed at the ranch. It will take them a couple of weeks to complete the structure -- not because of size, but because concrete will have to dry. It is just a simple structure, but important to our cattle working.
It's good to see progress.
One of my co-workers rode out with me after work yesterday to check the progress. As I drove him around the place and we looked, I was struck by the piles of brush and cut wood and obvious progress that has been made on the cleanup of old fence and brush. It made me feel pretty good that the aches in my muscles were generated from a good deal of obvious progress.
There's always a cost to progress.
Things are starting to happen here at work as well. I am now into my second month and it seems that the "learning curve" has been steep. Now it is time to apply what I have been learning. Yesterday, we put together a "hit list" of prospective customers for me to go visit. I even had the opportunity to visit with one of them yesterday. It was a very positive conversation that will hopefully result in new business. It is important to feel productive.
Productivity is a form of progress.
Perhaps it is arrogant of me to think so, but in spite of my slow start at developing new business, I believe I have made a positive impact on things here at work. My contributions have been small in some ways -- such as a spreadsheet to make a somewhat complex calculation easier. Much of what I feel that I have contributed is simply a product of my gray hair -- or, at least, the experience that helped to turn it gray. I can be a sounding board for some of the younger ones here. It is amazing what a calm demeanor can do for the "atmosphere" in a workplace.
A peaceful environment allows progress.
The "slowness" here at work has had another benefit. It has given me time to think. Time to plan, time to learn, time to knit relationships -- all of these things are important to becoming effective.
Planning is progress.
Now, it is time to take action on the plans. Even as I was able to visit with one of the prospects on my list yesterday, I felt "traction" for executing my plan. I know there will be refinements along the way, but planning without action is an exercise in vanity. Imperfect plans -- and all plans are imperfect -- are merely a guide for action. Until action occurs, nothing results.
Action is progress.
What is the goal toward which I am working? That is something that I have clearly defined in my head, but which I won't share in this public venue. The key, though, is that it is clearly defined and my plan, if executed well, will lead to accomplishing the goals which act as milestones along the path to the destination that is a clearly formed vision in my head.
Progress leads us along the path to our Vision.
Just my thoughts this morning.....
Chris
It's good to see progress.
One of my co-workers rode out with me after work yesterday to check the progress. As I drove him around the place and we looked, I was struck by the piles of brush and cut wood and obvious progress that has been made on the cleanup of old fence and brush. It made me feel pretty good that the aches in my muscles were generated from a good deal of obvious progress.
There's always a cost to progress.
Things are starting to happen here at work as well. I am now into my second month and it seems that the "learning curve" has been steep. Now it is time to apply what I have been learning. Yesterday, we put together a "hit list" of prospective customers for me to go visit. I even had the opportunity to visit with one of them yesterday. It was a very positive conversation that will hopefully result in new business. It is important to feel productive.
Productivity is a form of progress.
Perhaps it is arrogant of me to think so, but in spite of my slow start at developing new business, I believe I have made a positive impact on things here at work. My contributions have been small in some ways -- such as a spreadsheet to make a somewhat complex calculation easier. Much of what I feel that I have contributed is simply a product of my gray hair -- or, at least, the experience that helped to turn it gray. I can be a sounding board for some of the younger ones here. It is amazing what a calm demeanor can do for the "atmosphere" in a workplace.
A peaceful environment allows progress.
The "slowness" here at work has had another benefit. It has given me time to think. Time to plan, time to learn, time to knit relationships -- all of these things are important to becoming effective.
Planning is progress.
Now, it is time to take action on the plans. Even as I was able to visit with one of the prospects on my list yesterday, I felt "traction" for executing my plan. I know there will be refinements along the way, but planning without action is an exercise in vanity. Imperfect plans -- and all plans are imperfect -- are merely a guide for action. Until action occurs, nothing results.
Action is progress.
What is the goal toward which I am working? That is something that I have clearly defined in my head, but which I won't share in this public venue. The key, though, is that it is clearly defined and my plan, if executed well, will lead to accomplishing the goals which act as milestones along the path to the destination that is a clearly formed vision in my head.
Progress leads us along the path to our Vision.
Just my thoughts this morning.....
Chris
Monday, February 2, 2015
Overdone
Working a full-time job during the week means that I have only the occasional hour or so after work to devote to the ranch. Of course, those snatched hours are dependent on being able to get away shortly after 5:00 which rarely happens. I keep a change of clothes in the pickup just in case though. I will be glad when the days get longer and there is more daylight in the evenings so that I can get in a little time doing all the things that need done!
Since there is so little time during the week, I squeeze in as much as possible on the weekend. It is up early and get to work. So, I really aren't getting the kind of break that most people crave -- my weekend away from work turns into a weekend of work. It's my choice though.
The physical labor is good for me in numerous ways. One benefit is that there is no need for a gym membership. Another is that it gives me time outdoors. Sunshine and fresh air are important to good health. The best benefit to me though, is the "think" time. Physical labor is a break from the mental grind of the week.
Our property has many acres of invasive trees. Most of which are, I think, black locust. They have thorns like nails. I am working on clearing the ones growing in some of the old fence rows which I am taking out and also will eventually try to clear them from the property entirely.
Saturday was a nice day -- other than a little wind ahead of a cool front that was expected that evening. We had a chance of showers moving into the area so I wanted to start early enough to get as much as possible done before the rain.
To make a long story short, I stayed after it until almost 4:00 by which time I was exhausted. Rather than head into town for a shower and easy chair, I decided to spend some time in the woods. Walking in the woods is peaceful relaxation for me -- even if I am tired. This time of year is the best. The summers here are unbearably hot and the woods are stifling because of the humidity.
It was about 6:30 when I pulled out the front gate to head home. It was dark. I was hungry. I had sore muscles I didn't know I had.
I forget that I have aged. Hopefully by mid-week I will recover......
Chris
Since there is so little time during the week, I squeeze in as much as possible on the weekend. It is up early and get to work. So, I really aren't getting the kind of break that most people crave -- my weekend away from work turns into a weekend of work. It's my choice though.
The physical labor is good for me in numerous ways. One benefit is that there is no need for a gym membership. Another is that it gives me time outdoors. Sunshine and fresh air are important to good health. The best benefit to me though, is the "think" time. Physical labor is a break from the mental grind of the week.
Our property has many acres of invasive trees. Most of which are, I think, black locust. They have thorns like nails. I am working on clearing the ones growing in some of the old fence rows which I am taking out and also will eventually try to clear them from the property entirely.
Saturday was a nice day -- other than a little wind ahead of a cool front that was expected that evening. We had a chance of showers moving into the area so I wanted to start early enough to get as much as possible done before the rain.
To make a long story short, I stayed after it until almost 4:00 by which time I was exhausted. Rather than head into town for a shower and easy chair, I decided to spend some time in the woods. Walking in the woods is peaceful relaxation for me -- even if I am tired. This time of year is the best. The summers here are unbearably hot and the woods are stifling because of the humidity.
It was about 6:30 when I pulled out the front gate to head home. It was dark. I was hungry. I had sore muscles I didn't know I had.
I forget that I have aged. Hopefully by mid-week I will recover......
Chris
Friday, January 30, 2015
Hurrying to Work
Yesterday, after I got off work from my "day job," I headed out to the ranch to try and accomplish something before the sun went down. I changed clothes in the middle of the pasture and spent about an hour dragging and piling brush before it became so dark that I couldn't see anymore.
That might seem a little strange to some folks. It in fact would have seemed strange to me once upon a time. I recall times in my career when I couldn't wait for the workday to end so that I could go home and "do nothing" for a little while. It wasn't a lack of ambition, it was more a lack of understanding.
We had corral panels and a chute delivered this past weekend. A young man doing some "moonlighting" delivered them on Sunday afternoon. He made it to our place around 5:15 p.m. If you think about it, that's just nearly dark. He had made other deliveries earlier in the day. By the time we pulled out of the gate it was 7:15 -- well after dark. It was the first time I'd driven through the pasture by headlight. The mud holes aren't quite as easy to spot!
That young man will be successful. He puts in a 40-hour week working as a welder for a factory and then has started his own welding business on the side. He also does deliveries for folks like me. He understands that it takes hard work and putting in the extra time in order to get ahead.
Most people at my age are thinking of retirement. I guess that I am too, but I see retirement as just a new phase of my career. It doesn't mean sitting in front of a television and becoming a vegetable, it means doing what I have always wanted to do.
I'm not at the point that I can rely solely upon it for a living right now, but I'm working that direction.
It reminds me of a time many years ago when I got into Amway. One of the things they recommend you do is to make a list of the most successful people you know. Then, you contact them and attempt to schedule a time to show them the business plan. I remember doing that.
Number one on my list was a very successful farmer/cattleman who had numerous business interests. I called him. He said come on over, I'd like to look. I did. He listened, asked questions and then said, "I don't think this is for me, but I'd like you to show this to a couple of my kids." I did and one of them got in the business.
The most important thing that occurred in that meeting though was something he said to me while still sitting at the bar in his kitchen. He told me that whatever I ultimately chose to do with my life, I would be successful. I asked why he would say that. He said, "Look around you. Do you see anyone else sitting in my kitchen talking to me about a business plan at 9:00 in the evening? Keep doing what you are doing -- putting in the hours -- and you will be successful. It isn't about luck or anything else. You will get out of life what you put into it."
So, after work today, if it is still daylight, I plan to put in a little more time on our place. We are trying to get it ready to receive cattle. Lots of labor involved, but well worth it.
Whatever your dream, don't give up on it. Work for it. Stay focused. With hard work and perseverance you just might see it realized some day.....
Chris
That might seem a little strange to some folks. It in fact would have seemed strange to me once upon a time. I recall times in my career when I couldn't wait for the workday to end so that I could go home and "do nothing" for a little while. It wasn't a lack of ambition, it was more a lack of understanding.
We had corral panels and a chute delivered this past weekend. A young man doing some "moonlighting" delivered them on Sunday afternoon. He made it to our place around 5:15 p.m. If you think about it, that's just nearly dark. He had made other deliveries earlier in the day. By the time we pulled out of the gate it was 7:15 -- well after dark. It was the first time I'd driven through the pasture by headlight. The mud holes aren't quite as easy to spot!
That young man will be successful. He puts in a 40-hour week working as a welder for a factory and then has started his own welding business on the side. He also does deliveries for folks like me. He understands that it takes hard work and putting in the extra time in order to get ahead.
Most people at my age are thinking of retirement. I guess that I am too, but I see retirement as just a new phase of my career. It doesn't mean sitting in front of a television and becoming a vegetable, it means doing what I have always wanted to do.
I'm not at the point that I can rely solely upon it for a living right now, but I'm working that direction.
It reminds me of a time many years ago when I got into Amway. One of the things they recommend you do is to make a list of the most successful people you know. Then, you contact them and attempt to schedule a time to show them the business plan. I remember doing that.
Number one on my list was a very successful farmer/cattleman who had numerous business interests. I called him. He said come on over, I'd like to look. I did. He listened, asked questions and then said, "I don't think this is for me, but I'd like you to show this to a couple of my kids." I did and one of them got in the business.
The most important thing that occurred in that meeting though was something he said to me while still sitting at the bar in his kitchen. He told me that whatever I ultimately chose to do with my life, I would be successful. I asked why he would say that. He said, "Look around you. Do you see anyone else sitting in my kitchen talking to me about a business plan at 9:00 in the evening? Keep doing what you are doing -- putting in the hours -- and you will be successful. It isn't about luck or anything else. You will get out of life what you put into it."
So, after work today, if it is still daylight, I plan to put in a little more time on our place. We are trying to get it ready to receive cattle. Lots of labor involved, but well worth it.
Whatever your dream, don't give up on it. Work for it. Stay focused. With hard work and perseverance you just might see it realized some day.....
Chris
Thursday, January 29, 2015
Prospecting
Yesterday I attended a Cattlemen's Conference along with the President of our bank. We were a sponsor and had a booth. Since leaving my last job I have missed doing that sort of thing. I always enjoyed Trade Shows and Conferences.
Our purpose was to hopefully make a few contacts that could be developed into new business. We came away with several. It is now my job to follow up and follow through to turn those contacts into customers.
It was gratifying. When we returned to the bank late yesterday, the President commented that I was a "pro" at it. I guess I should be after doing Trade Shows and events for the past 20+ years. It felt like I was home......
Chris
Our purpose was to hopefully make a few contacts that could be developed into new business. We came away with several. It is now my job to follow up and follow through to turn those contacts into customers.
It was gratifying. When we returned to the bank late yesterday, the President commented that I was a "pro" at it. I guess I should be after doing Trade Shows and events for the past 20+ years. It felt like I was home......
Chris
Tuesday, January 27, 2015
Plumbing Problems
Sometimes wisdom is knowing the difference between when to attempt the repair yourself and when to call in the expert.
On the surface it looked like a simple clog. So, I unclogged it. The problems began when I discovered a crack in the pipe. I quickly realized it was old a friable and prone to break with little pressure. It was no place for an amateur.
We called a plumber. I'm glad we did. It ended up costing less and taking much less time that it likely would have if I had continued to "know what to do"......
Yep, been there, done that kind of wisdom is the kind that sticks with you.
Chris
On the surface it looked like a simple clog. So, I unclogged it. The problems began when I discovered a crack in the pipe. I quickly realized it was old a friable and prone to break with little pressure. It was no place for an amateur.
We called a plumber. I'm glad we did. It ended up costing less and taking much less time that it likely would have if I had continued to "know what to do"......
Yep, been there, done that kind of wisdom is the kind that sticks with you.
Chris
Monday, January 26, 2015
Rehabilitation
We recently purchased a piece of property that had been somewhat neglected for many years. Much of the pasture has been allowed to be overtaken by trees and brush. The fences are in extreme disrepair and grown up with trees and small shrubs. The corral is still in decent shape because it was made of steel pipe, but it is poorly designed and appears to have been built in the 1960's. The attached loafing shed is falling down and the tin is ripped and coming off of it. In short, there is much work to be done to get the place back the way it should be to become productive again.
It takes time, money and lots of hard work to rehabilitate land. Some of it we are hiring done but, much of the labor will be supplied by us. The last couple of weekends have been spent tearing out old fence. The wire is rusted and tangled with briar. In places the trees have grown through the fence. Some of the trees are 6 - 8 inches in diameter and the wire goes through the center of the tree. Upon counting the rings after cutting some similar sized trees, it appears some are about 30 years old. That means the fence hasn't been cared for since the mid-80's.
It is a slow process by manual labor. I could hire a bulldozer to come in and push it all up in a big pile and burn, then bury the mess. I don't really want to do that if I can avoid it. Instead, we are cutting the wire out of the tangle so that it can be hauled to the scrap yard. Some of the bigger trees will become firewood. The T-posts are too rusted to re-use so they also will go to the scrap yard. The smaller brush will be piled and burned.
Needless to say, I don't have to worry about going to the gym for exercise. I am getting it in abundance clearing fence lines. The physical labor is good for me. After all, I am like most of us in that I have probably neglected my own physical condition, much like the fence has been neglected. I wonder if I can get back to the shape I was in 30 years ago! I doubt it, but I am certain I can be better than I am.
The one thing not clear in this photo is that everything -- and I mean everything -- has thorns. Most of the trees are black locust. Google it. The thorns are big as nails. Tangled through everything is a plant called green briar. Mixed in with those are dewberry vines and primrose -- all with thorns. And there are other trees and shrubs that I have yet to identify -- also covered with thorns.
It takes time, money and lots of hard work to rehabilitate land. Some of it we are hiring done but, much of the labor will be supplied by us. The last couple of weekends have been spent tearing out old fence. The wire is rusted and tangled with briar. In places the trees have grown through the fence. Some of the trees are 6 - 8 inches in diameter and the wire goes through the center of the tree. Upon counting the rings after cutting some similar sized trees, it appears some are about 30 years old. That means the fence hasn't been cared for since the mid-80's.
It is a slow process by manual labor. I could hire a bulldozer to come in and push it all up in a big pile and burn, then bury the mess. I don't really want to do that if I can avoid it. Instead, we are cutting the wire out of the tangle so that it can be hauled to the scrap yard. Some of the bigger trees will become firewood. The T-posts are too rusted to re-use so they also will go to the scrap yard. The smaller brush will be piled and burned.
Needless to say, I don't have to worry about going to the gym for exercise. I am getting it in abundance clearing fence lines. The physical labor is good for me. After all, I am like most of us in that I have probably neglected my own physical condition, much like the fence has been neglected. I wonder if I can get back to the shape I was in 30 years ago! I doubt it, but I am certain I can be better than I am.
The one thing not clear in this photo is that everything -- and I mean everything -- has thorns. Most of the trees are black locust. Google it. The thorns are big as nails. Tangled through everything is a plant called green briar. Mixed in with those are dewberry vines and primrose -- all with thorns. And there are other trees and shrubs that I have yet to identify -- also covered with thorns.
Thursday, January 22, 2015
Full Circle
It would be appropriate to say that my career has come full circle. Although it was not my first job out of college, my first career choice was banking.
When I was at A&M, a very wise individual asked me the question, "If you could do anything for a career, what would it be?" I answered, "Rancher."
He then proceeded to ask me about resources that I might have at my disposal. "Does your family own a ranch?" -- No. "Do you have lots of money?" -- No. "Do you have someone with lots of money to help you get started?" -- No. "Will you inherit a bunch of money?" -- No. "Then, the best advice I can give you is that there is 'more than one way to skin a cat.'"
He told me that I should hold onto that dream, but I would have to find some indirect means of achieving it. I chose agricultural lending.
When I graduated, I wasn't clear on how to start my career. I just wanted a job. Fortunately, that same wise individual (who by the way was my advisor) helped me to get a job. He warned me that it wouldn't be a high paying job, but that it might open some doors. It certainly didn't pay much, but it gave me a practical education in how the world works. I worked for a politician.
My second job was in agricultural lending. I must confess however, I soon found out I didn't love it. It was another education. My supervisor was lazy and used me more as a gopher than a loan officer. I didn't learn as much as I should have at the time. It took little more than a year though, to be recruited by another financial institution with whom I stayed for about 7 years.
It was a tough time to be in the lending business. Interest rates were high, the economy in turmoil and I spent a good deal of time collecting my predecessor's bad decisions. I again learned much.
I left lending with the idea that I wanted to be on the other side of the loan desk. I wanted to focus on making an idea/dream come to life rather than searching for why and how it might fall flat. I wanted to build businesses.
I spent the next 23 years doing just that; growing businesses. Most were for someone else, but in recent years I have had ownership interest.
Now, I am back in the financial industry in the role of agricultural loan officer. But, the world looks different today than it did back in the 80's. Yes, there is plenty of turmoil in the economy, but now I look at loans with the knowledge that comes from "been there, done that" and it puts things into an entirely new perspective.
I am looking forward to this next phase of my career. I see it as my role to help people to achieve their dreams by giving them sound financial advice. God has an interesting way of growing us to where we need to be.
Chris
When I was at A&M, a very wise individual asked me the question, "If you could do anything for a career, what would it be?" I answered, "Rancher."
He then proceeded to ask me about resources that I might have at my disposal. "Does your family own a ranch?" -- No. "Do you have lots of money?" -- No. "Do you have someone with lots of money to help you get started?" -- No. "Will you inherit a bunch of money?" -- No. "Then, the best advice I can give you is that there is 'more than one way to skin a cat.'"
He told me that I should hold onto that dream, but I would have to find some indirect means of achieving it. I chose agricultural lending.
When I graduated, I wasn't clear on how to start my career. I just wanted a job. Fortunately, that same wise individual (who by the way was my advisor) helped me to get a job. He warned me that it wouldn't be a high paying job, but that it might open some doors. It certainly didn't pay much, but it gave me a practical education in how the world works. I worked for a politician.
My second job was in agricultural lending. I must confess however, I soon found out I didn't love it. It was another education. My supervisor was lazy and used me more as a gopher than a loan officer. I didn't learn as much as I should have at the time. It took little more than a year though, to be recruited by another financial institution with whom I stayed for about 7 years.
It was a tough time to be in the lending business. Interest rates were high, the economy in turmoil and I spent a good deal of time collecting my predecessor's bad decisions. I again learned much.
I left lending with the idea that I wanted to be on the other side of the loan desk. I wanted to focus on making an idea/dream come to life rather than searching for why and how it might fall flat. I wanted to build businesses.
I spent the next 23 years doing just that; growing businesses. Most were for someone else, but in recent years I have had ownership interest.
Now, I am back in the financial industry in the role of agricultural loan officer. But, the world looks different today than it did back in the 80's. Yes, there is plenty of turmoil in the economy, but now I look at loans with the knowledge that comes from "been there, done that" and it puts things into an entirely new perspective.
I am looking forward to this next phase of my career. I see it as my role to help people to achieve their dreams by giving them sound financial advice. God has an interesting way of growing us to where we need to be.
Chris
Thursday, January 1, 2015
Another Year -- And It's Going to be a Good One!
Another year is past. Welcome to 2015! When I wrote those words a few minutes after Midnight in a Facebook post, I followed them with, "Sounds like the title of a science fiction movie...." If you are my age or older, you will understand.
I can recall as a much younger person wondering if I would see the new century. In 1978, I would have been 20 years old. The new century was farther away than the number of years I had already lived at that time. I think when I was that age I expected to go out in a "fiery crash" before I was 39.
As we age, we become wiser. Most of it is by default -- "the fault" of mistakes made and lived through such as touching a hot stove and realizing you didn't want to do that again!
As I think about this past year I don't see many of those mistakes. Other than the first couple of months, it was almost a Sabbatical Year for me. I left my job in March and since that time I have been self-employed. Perhaps semi-self-employed is a better description. I have spent some time writing and taught myself to paint with watercolor. I have done some consulting work (and actually got paid for it!). I spent a lot of time in our cow/calf operation and in November we sold it along with the land. In December we bought another small "ranch" and I have started spending some time getting it ready to receive cattle.
The pace was reasonably slow and I had a break from the seemingly constant travel of many years. Now, I am going back into the world of the fully employed -- maybe even over-employed! We are in the process of starting up a stocker calf operation on our land and I just took a full-time job at the bank which I start on Monday. I also have agreed to do a regular magazine article for a trade publication -- CALF News. (Click here to see the last article I wrote for them on pages 26-27.)
In many ways, this has been the pattern of my life through the years. It seems that God has built a few "breaks" into my career that were perfectly timed which prepared me for the next phase of His plan for me. I am grateful. I don't do well with too much idle time on my hands, but I also tend to push pretty hard when I have plenty to do. So, I wear myself out and then need a break.
The world seems to work that way. I believe it was Designed that way. Spring is a time of growing and blooming which quickly turns to Summer when the fruits of our labor begin to ripen in preparation for Fall harvest which fades to a Winter of rest. The Bible tells us to do our labor in six days and rest on the seventh -- just as God did in the Creation. Our lives are lived in much the same way. I have been fortunate in being able to do much the same through several different careers.
Now, I am coming full circle. Other than spending a little over a year "extending my education" through my first job working for a politician, I have returned to my first true career -- banking. I am going to be a loan officer again. I spent almost 7 years lending money many years ago. That was before I had any real business experience. Now, I will look at the ideas and dreams that people bring to me through the eyes of someone who has been there. I am looking forward to helping them realize those dreams.
I think 2015 is going to be a very good year. I'm not too excited with what is going on in Washington these days, but people will figure out a way to overcome the barriers that the political leeches seek to place in the way of their success. I still believe, after all these years, in the American Dream and the can-do spirit that permeates rural America. I am looking forward to using what I have learned through the years in a new way. Yep, it's going to be a good year. I have decided.
I can recall as a much younger person wondering if I would see the new century. In 1978, I would have been 20 years old. The new century was farther away than the number of years I had already lived at that time. I think when I was that age I expected to go out in a "fiery crash" before I was 39.
As we age, we become wiser. Most of it is by default -- "the fault" of mistakes made and lived through such as touching a hot stove and realizing you didn't want to do that again!
As I think about this past year I don't see many of those mistakes. Other than the first couple of months, it was almost a Sabbatical Year for me. I left my job in March and since that time I have been self-employed. Perhaps semi-self-employed is a better description. I have spent some time writing and taught myself to paint with watercolor. I have done some consulting work (and actually got paid for it!). I spent a lot of time in our cow/calf operation and in November we sold it along with the land. In December we bought another small "ranch" and I have started spending some time getting it ready to receive cattle.
The pace was reasonably slow and I had a break from the seemingly constant travel of many years. Now, I am going back into the world of the fully employed -- maybe even over-employed! We are in the process of starting up a stocker calf operation on our land and I just took a full-time job at the bank which I start on Monday. I also have agreed to do a regular magazine article for a trade publication -- CALF News. (Click here to see the last article I wrote for them on pages 26-27.)
In many ways, this has been the pattern of my life through the years. It seems that God has built a few "breaks" into my career that were perfectly timed which prepared me for the next phase of His plan for me. I am grateful. I don't do well with too much idle time on my hands, but I also tend to push pretty hard when I have plenty to do. So, I wear myself out and then need a break.
The world seems to work that way. I believe it was Designed that way. Spring is a time of growing and blooming which quickly turns to Summer when the fruits of our labor begin to ripen in preparation for Fall harvest which fades to a Winter of rest. The Bible tells us to do our labor in six days and rest on the seventh -- just as God did in the Creation. Our lives are lived in much the same way. I have been fortunate in being able to do much the same through several different careers.
Now, I am coming full circle. Other than spending a little over a year "extending my education" through my first job working for a politician, I have returned to my first true career -- banking. I am going to be a loan officer again. I spent almost 7 years lending money many years ago. That was before I had any real business experience. Now, I will look at the ideas and dreams that people bring to me through the eyes of someone who has been there. I am looking forward to helping them realize those dreams.
I think 2015 is going to be a very good year. I'm not too excited with what is going on in Washington these days, but people will figure out a way to overcome the barriers that the political leeches seek to place in the way of their success. I still believe, after all these years, in the American Dream and the can-do spirit that permeates rural America. I am looking forward to using what I have learned through the years in a new way. Yep, it's going to be a good year. I have decided.
Thursday, December 25, 2014
Christmas
Memories of special Christmases cross my mind as I sit this morning in anticipation of having all of my children and grandchildren here later today. I reflect on the where and the what and the who.
Some things that stand out in my mind are my first shotgun -- received at Christmas when I was 12 years old on a trip to my Grandmother's house in Tahlequah, Oklahoma. From there we traveled to Richland, Missouri, where we stayed with my Mom's sister and got snowed in. While there I got to use the shotgun for the first time as my Grandfather took me squirrel and rabbit hunting in Swamp Holler. After traipsing through snow for half the day we ended up at his sister's house for a cup of hot chocolate and fresh homemade biscuits cooked in her wood burning stove.
I also remember another Christmas that my Dad took me pheasant hunting for the very first time. It was the last day of the season and he and I went out hunting. I "claimed" my first pheasant, but I have always been suspicious that he actually shot it. It fell when I pointed and pulled the trigger, but I could swear I heard him shoot at the same time.....
I remember a Christmas in Nebraska when we expected it to be just us -- Missy and I and the kids. Instead, my parents and siblings made the drive to be with us. They had never been to Nebraska before. They were delayed returning home because of heavy snow. The worst of it was in the Texas Panhandle north of Amarillo.
I remember going hunting on Christmas nearly every year as I grew up. It was either quail hunting or pheasant hunting or rabbit hunting. Where we lived was far from any deer hunting. There were several times we had pheasant for Christmas dinner -- my grandmother could batter them like a chicken-fried steak and cook them and they were pretty good. Especially when served with lots of mashed potatoes and her cream gravy. Occasionally you would bite down on a #4 shot bb that she failed to find when cleaning the birds. I guess that was just part of the adventure of eating what you hunted.
I remember kids getting on their new bicycles for the very first time. I remember a giant doll house for the barbies. I remember excitement and disappointment. But, at the heart of it all was family. Happy, excited children, smiling, busy adults, domino games, card games, too much candy, homemade pies and laughter.
Some of the faces are gone now. New faces have arrived. The mantle has passed and it is now clear that much of what I took for granted was the result of those who loved, served. They knew the importance of those memories and sought to build them in me. They sacrificed themselves to share joy with those they loved.
On this day we celebrate in honor of the birth of our Savior, it is important to remember His sacrifice that we might experience the joy of His love and share it with others. May your day be merry and bright.
Chris
Some things that stand out in my mind are my first shotgun -- received at Christmas when I was 12 years old on a trip to my Grandmother's house in Tahlequah, Oklahoma. From there we traveled to Richland, Missouri, where we stayed with my Mom's sister and got snowed in. While there I got to use the shotgun for the first time as my Grandfather took me squirrel and rabbit hunting in Swamp Holler. After traipsing through snow for half the day we ended up at his sister's house for a cup of hot chocolate and fresh homemade biscuits cooked in her wood burning stove.
I also remember another Christmas that my Dad took me pheasant hunting for the very first time. It was the last day of the season and he and I went out hunting. I "claimed" my first pheasant, but I have always been suspicious that he actually shot it. It fell when I pointed and pulled the trigger, but I could swear I heard him shoot at the same time.....
I remember a Christmas in Nebraska when we expected it to be just us -- Missy and I and the kids. Instead, my parents and siblings made the drive to be with us. They had never been to Nebraska before. They were delayed returning home because of heavy snow. The worst of it was in the Texas Panhandle north of Amarillo.
I remember going hunting on Christmas nearly every year as I grew up. It was either quail hunting or pheasant hunting or rabbit hunting. Where we lived was far from any deer hunting. There were several times we had pheasant for Christmas dinner -- my grandmother could batter them like a chicken-fried steak and cook them and they were pretty good. Especially when served with lots of mashed potatoes and her cream gravy. Occasionally you would bite down on a #4 shot bb that she failed to find when cleaning the birds. I guess that was just part of the adventure of eating what you hunted.
I remember kids getting on their new bicycles for the very first time. I remember a giant doll house for the barbies. I remember excitement and disappointment. But, at the heart of it all was family. Happy, excited children, smiling, busy adults, domino games, card games, too much candy, homemade pies and laughter.
Some of the faces are gone now. New faces have arrived. The mantle has passed and it is now clear that much of what I took for granted was the result of those who loved, served. They knew the importance of those memories and sought to build them in me. They sacrificed themselves to share joy with those they loved.
On this day we celebrate in honor of the birth of our Savior, it is important to remember His sacrifice that we might experience the joy of His love and share it with others. May your day be merry and bright.
Chris
Tuesday, November 18, 2014
Oh, What If I Am Wrong?
Sometimes making decisions
Of the highly consequential kind
Can drive a wedge of fear
Into the unwary mind.
It's the fear of consequences
That might occur should I be wrong.
But, fear can often bind us
From reaching for the stars.
It binds us to forever stand
Within these earthly bars.
Instead we wring our hands and cry,
"Oh, what if I am wrong?!"
While swirling 'bout our throbbing head
Opportunities pass us by
That would exceed our expectations
If only we would try.
So, blind from indecision
For fear of being wrong
We fret and worry over things
That never will come true
If we'll just shoulder to the plow
And join the mighty few
Who soar above the moaning crowd
That fear they might be wrong.
Of the highly consequential kind
Can drive a wedge of fear
Into the unwary mind.
It's the fear of consequences
That might occur should I be wrong.
But, fear can often bind us
From reaching for the stars.
It binds us to forever stand
Within these earthly bars.
Instead we wring our hands and cry,
"Oh, what if I am wrong?!"
While swirling 'bout our throbbing head
Opportunities pass us by
That would exceed our expectations
If only we would try.
So, blind from indecision
For fear of being wrong
We fret and worry over things
That never will come true
If we'll just shoulder to the plow
And join the mighty few
Who soar above the moaning crowd
That fear they might be wrong.
Sunday, August 17, 2014
Heritage of Scotland
I have been interested in my ancient family heritage for years. The McClure Clan, of which I am a member, is a sept of Clan McCleod of Harris. I've done a little research, but not a great deal -- just enough to learn that the earliest McClure's to come to the New World came in the early and mid 1700's. James and Andrew are two of the most common male names in the family tree and are still found among my recent ancestors.
The interest in that history led me to "Like" a page on Facebook called "Heritage of Scotland." The advantage of liking pages is the occasional item of interest they post. It led me to explore their website.
Those of you who know me will not be surprised that I'm not a good shopper. I don't like to shop. If I need something I go and buy it, but shopping for shopping's sake is no fun to me. I did enjoy perusing the "Heritage of Scotland" site though. I looked up my McClure clan tartan and found that I could order both formal and informal suits of clothing in that tartan -- kilt and all appropriate accessories. I ended up spending a good deal of time viewing their site. Yes, I even ordered. Below are pictures:
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The top photo is of one of the four mugs that I ordered. They far exceeded my expectations. They are G.W.P. Fine China -- made in Scotland! They appear to be of excellent quality and the Celtic Design is flawless.
The bottom photo is of one of the two Whiskey Glasses that I ordered. There were numerous designs to choose from, but as you can see, I went with the etched map of Scotland. They are the perfect size and design for the National Beverage of Scotland -- or, at least I think it is their national beverage -- Scotch. However, for the non-Scotch drinkers, they also are perfect for your morning orange juice. The bonus -- they are Burns Crystal -- also made in Scotland. Beautiful.
I would encourage any of you who are so inclined to go take a look at their site. It is interesting and easy to navigate. Yeah, this sounds like a commercial -- and perhaps it is a bit of one -- but, it is a worthy one. The wee bit o' Scottish blood in me compels me to promote the land of my roots.
The interest in that history led me to "Like" a page on Facebook called "Heritage of Scotland." The advantage of liking pages is the occasional item of interest they post. It led me to explore their website.
Those of you who know me will not be surprised that I'm not a good shopper. I don't like to shop. If I need something I go and buy it, but shopping for shopping's sake is no fun to me. I did enjoy perusing the "Heritage of Scotland" site though. I looked up my McClure clan tartan and found that I could order both formal and informal suits of clothing in that tartan -- kilt and all appropriate accessories. I ended up spending a good deal of time viewing their site. Yes, I even ordered. Below are pictures:
The top photo is of one of the four mugs that I ordered. They far exceeded my expectations. They are G.W.P. Fine China -- made in Scotland! They appear to be of excellent quality and the Celtic Design is flawless.
The bottom photo is of one of the two Whiskey Glasses that I ordered. There were numerous designs to choose from, but as you can see, I went with the etched map of Scotland. They are the perfect size and design for the National Beverage of Scotland -- or, at least I think it is their national beverage -- Scotch. However, for the non-Scotch drinkers, they also are perfect for your morning orange juice. The bonus -- they are Burns Crystal -- also made in Scotland. Beautiful.
I would encourage any of you who are so inclined to go take a look at their site. It is interesting and easy to navigate. Yeah, this sounds like a commercial -- and perhaps it is a bit of one -- but, it is a worthy one. The wee bit o' Scottish blood in me compels me to promote the land of my roots.
Sunday, July 13, 2014
Motivation
What makes us tick?
What gives us drive?
What gives us joy to be alive?
Is it the things we do each day?
Is it our job that gives us pay?
Is it our work that lights our way?
What is our game?
What sees us through?
What is it that we want to do?
Is it our family?
Is it our home?
Is it our friends upon the phone?
What pumps our heart?
What makes it beat?
What puts the motion in our feet?
Is it someone?
Is it a thing?
Is it a thought the bells do ring?
What gets us up?
What never lets down?
What is it that removes a frown?
For each of us there is something
That lifts our heart and makes it sing.
Until we find what makes us thrive
We'll never truly be alive.
What gives us drive?
What gives us joy to be alive?
Is it the things we do each day?
Is it our job that gives us pay?
Is it our work that lights our way?
What is our game?
What sees us through?
What is it that we want to do?
Is it our family?
Is it our home?
Is it our friends upon the phone?
What pumps our heart?
What makes it beat?
What puts the motion in our feet?
Is it someone?
Is it a thing?
Is it a thought the bells do ring?
What gets us up?
What never lets down?
What is it that removes a frown?
For each of us there is something
That lifts our heart and makes it sing.
Until we find what makes us thrive
We'll never truly be alive.
Friday, April 18, 2014
Starting a New Business
This isn't the first time that I've found myself involved in a new business startup. In fact, I have been involved in three at different levels.
The first was a local Veterinary supply business which was started in 1991. I was hired as the first manager and I had lots of guidance and input from the owners. It was successful and profitable and is still in business.
The second was a new division within a large company. It utilized new technology and was very capital intensive. It required developing a working prototype of a computer driven system for delivering small amounts of feed additives and then from that prototype, creating a business around the supply and delivery of those feed additives to customers. It is a continuing operation today although that company was "swallowed" by merger into another company in recent years.
The third was a service company built around new technology. I was essentially handed the keys by the partners and asked to build it from "scratch." It was profitable the first full month of operation, became the largest in its very specialized field and served customers from coast-to-coast and border-to-border in the U.S. In 2012 it was purchased by a global bio-tech company that, just this year, was acquired by an even larger global bio-tech company.
So, here I am again. Sigh. You would think that I would be excited -- and I am -- but, this one has some challenges that are very different than the previous ones and yet includes elements of all of the previous startups.
I like a challenge. The biggest issue is limited resources. Hmmmm.....that's what I studied in college -- Agricultural Economics with an emphasis on Farm & Ranch Management. By definition (mine), I studied the art of the efficient allocation of limited resources to achieve a specific business purpose related to a successful farming or ranching endeavor.
Specifically, I am starting a new ranch.
We (I use "we" and "I" interchangeably because, being married, it is a "we" investment/endeavor.) bought land In August, 2012, and turned cows on it in late September of that year. We sold our first calf crop last year and they made the land payment and recovered all of the operating costs for the first year. No, they didn't recover all of the depreciation from capital invested in equipment or the cows. So, technically, we operated at a loss. However, I consider the first year to be a very successful one. It was a solid launch.
By making some operational adjustments related to seasonality of forage availability, we were able to cut our hay usage by about 40% this winter from what it was the previous one. We also have changed the genetics of the calf crop and tightened the calving window significantly. The uniformity of calves this year is much improved over last year. So, we are moving things in the right direction operationally. The issue now is scale.
Scale is related to the efficiencies of the capital investment. A great example is a tractor. A tractor is necessary whether you are running 10 head of cows or 1,000 head of cows. The cost of that tractor is spread through depreciation over its lifetime but also over the number of revenue producing units that it serves -- in our case, cows. A $35,000 used tractor depreciated over 10 years is $3,500/year just for depreciation. Divided by 10 cows is $350/cow/year. Divided by 1,000 cows is $3.50/cow/year. So, the point is to utilize equipment and other capital items at a level near maximum capacity. The cost per producing unit is then minimized.
I need more land and more cows. Land costs lots of money to purchase. The best scenario would be to obtain a long-term lease, however, there is none available to lease that I can find near to me. That is the dilemma. How do I achieve scale for maximum capital utilization if I can't expand my operation? Any suggestions would be appreciated. Any "sugar daddy's" out there that want to buy a ranch as a long-term investment and then lease it back to me? If so, comment with a way to contact you.
It's amazing how many things just take money to solve.....
The first was a local Veterinary supply business which was started in 1991. I was hired as the first manager and I had lots of guidance and input from the owners. It was successful and profitable and is still in business.
The second was a new division within a large company. It utilized new technology and was very capital intensive. It required developing a working prototype of a computer driven system for delivering small amounts of feed additives and then from that prototype, creating a business around the supply and delivery of those feed additives to customers. It is a continuing operation today although that company was "swallowed" by merger into another company in recent years.
The third was a service company built around new technology. I was essentially handed the keys by the partners and asked to build it from "scratch." It was profitable the first full month of operation, became the largest in its very specialized field and served customers from coast-to-coast and border-to-border in the U.S. In 2012 it was purchased by a global bio-tech company that, just this year, was acquired by an even larger global bio-tech company.
So, here I am again. Sigh. You would think that I would be excited -- and I am -- but, this one has some challenges that are very different than the previous ones and yet includes elements of all of the previous startups.
I like a challenge. The biggest issue is limited resources. Hmmmm.....that's what I studied in college -- Agricultural Economics with an emphasis on Farm & Ranch Management. By definition (mine), I studied the art of the efficient allocation of limited resources to achieve a specific business purpose related to a successful farming or ranching endeavor.
Specifically, I am starting a new ranch.
We (I use "we" and "I" interchangeably because, being married, it is a "we" investment/endeavor.) bought land In August, 2012, and turned cows on it in late September of that year. We sold our first calf crop last year and they made the land payment and recovered all of the operating costs for the first year. No, they didn't recover all of the depreciation from capital invested in equipment or the cows. So, technically, we operated at a loss. However, I consider the first year to be a very successful one. It was a solid launch.
By making some operational adjustments related to seasonality of forage availability, we were able to cut our hay usage by about 40% this winter from what it was the previous one. We also have changed the genetics of the calf crop and tightened the calving window significantly. The uniformity of calves this year is much improved over last year. So, we are moving things in the right direction operationally. The issue now is scale.
Scale is related to the efficiencies of the capital investment. A great example is a tractor. A tractor is necessary whether you are running 10 head of cows or 1,000 head of cows. The cost of that tractor is spread through depreciation over its lifetime but also over the number of revenue producing units that it serves -- in our case, cows. A $35,000 used tractor depreciated over 10 years is $3,500/year just for depreciation. Divided by 10 cows is $350/cow/year. Divided by 1,000 cows is $3.50/cow/year. So, the point is to utilize equipment and other capital items at a level near maximum capacity. The cost per producing unit is then minimized.
I need more land and more cows. Land costs lots of money to purchase. The best scenario would be to obtain a long-term lease, however, there is none available to lease that I can find near to me. That is the dilemma. How do I achieve scale for maximum capital utilization if I can't expand my operation? Any suggestions would be appreciated. Any "sugar daddy's" out there that want to buy a ranch as a long-term investment and then lease it back to me? If so, comment with a way to contact you.
It's amazing how many things just take money to solve.....
Saturday, March 15, 2014
Centrism and the Smell of Ozone
No matter what we do, or how hard we try, the world of each of us is centered on self. We can't help it. "I am the center of my universe" is true for everyone.
It doesn't matter whether one lives in the slums of Nairobi or in the lap of luxury, each and every day is all about "me." What will I eat? What will I do? Even if we claim to help others, the first question we must ask is "How can I help?" Note the common denominator -- I.
I am the center of the universe.
I don't truly don't believe that, but, like everyone else, I behave as if I do. So, I expect this brief written word to be read by others who will see my great wisdom and praise my deep insights into the cosmos.......is that ozone I smell?? (as the thunder rolls)
It doesn't matter whether one lives in the slums of Nairobi or in the lap of luxury, each and every day is all about "me." What will I eat? What will I do? Even if we claim to help others, the first question we must ask is "How can I help?" Note the common denominator -- I.
I am the center of the universe.
I don't truly don't believe that, but, like everyone else, I behave as if I do. So, I expect this brief written word to be read by others who will see my great wisdom and praise my deep insights into the cosmos.......is that ozone I smell?? (as the thunder rolls)
Friday, March 14, 2014
Hounds Come Home
I don't know what came over me.....a pair of One-year old female Redbone Hounds now reside with us. I have to plead temporary insanity.
We had a male Redbone a little over 10 years ago. We called him Beauregard -- Beau for short. I have written about him. He may have been my favorite dog we ever owned. I'm not sure why. I think it must be in my blood to like hounds. It was Beagles and Bassets as a kid and Redbones as an adult.
Belle has a scent. Beautiful classic trailing pose.
My grandfather on the maternal side was from Missouri. He grew up with hounds. His brother, my great-uncle Bill, raised hounds for many years -- mostly Walker's and Beagles. At one time he probably had as many as 40 of them. He was known throughout the Ozarks for the quality of his dogs.
Sadie posing for the camera.
My wife has been wanting a dog ever since we have been without one -- which has been several years. She watches the Buy/Sell sites and the papers for them all the time. Yesterday, she sent me a text about someone wanting to give away these two Redbones. I think she knew my weakness for them. I resisted going to look but, finally gave in.
Twinkies. Litter mates.
I feared that if I looked I would bring them home. I could list a dozen reasons not to get them. But, I obviously gave in. They needed a new home. They had been well fed and given proper medical attention but, they just didn't have any room to run and be dogs. It took me all of 30 seconds to make up my mind. Sadie and Belle have a new home.
The squirrels don't have a chance.
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
Repetition
Have you ever noticed
All the things you do
Are the same as yesterday;
There's not much new?
We get out of bed
Then shower and dress,
Eat a bite
Then spread some stress.
We go to work,
Get our coffee cup,
Head down the hall
To fill it up.
We check e-mail
And then Facebook,
Look at the calendar
Then take another look.
Go to meeting one
Then meeting two,
It's the same old things
There's nothing new.
Then off to lunch
With the same old crowd.
Head to the local dive
Where it's nice and loud.
The afternoon
Is much the same;
Around and round
It's just a game.
Head home from work,
Do some laundry,
Fix some food
And watch t.v.
Just like Spring,
Summer, Winter and Fall,
The cycle goes;
On a treadmill, all.
I wonder if
We changed something
If the sky would open
And the birds would sing?
We can't expect
A single thing new
If it's all the same,
These things we do.
All the things you do
Are the same as yesterday;
There's not much new?
We get out of bed
Then shower and dress,
Eat a bite
Then spread some stress.
We go to work,
Get our coffee cup,
Head down the hall
To fill it up.
We check e-mail
And then Facebook,
Look at the calendar
Then take another look.
Go to meeting one
Then meeting two,
It's the same old things
There's nothing new.
Then off to lunch
With the same old crowd.
Head to the local dive
Where it's nice and loud.
The afternoon
Is much the same;
Around and round
It's just a game.
Head home from work,
Do some laundry,
Fix some food
And watch t.v.
Just like Spring,
Summer, Winter and Fall,
The cycle goes;
On a treadmill, all.
I wonder if
We changed something
If the sky would open
And the birds would sing?
We can't expect
A single thing new
If it's all the same,
These things we do.
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Naturally Failing the Credibility Test
I know that I have harped lately on the failure of many to apply critical thinking skills. One of the things that stands out to me is how many people reject the arguments concerning Global Warming and yet accept the propaganda that Genetically Modified Organisms (GMO's) are bad and natural/organic is good.
I personally believe, based on scientific evidence, that we are seeing a climactic shift. I reject the notion that it is caused by the activities of man. It is a natural cycle fueled by the sun's activities.
I also believe, based on scientific evidence, that GMO's are a positive for feeding mankind. GMO's reduce the need for chemical pesticides and herbicides which means less potential harmful chemicals in the environment. Our digestive tract is designed to extract needed nutrients from the food we ingest and the waste (harmful or useless compounds) is passed from our body. The yields of crops managed by purely mechanical means (which requires either more hand labor or more machine labor) are typically lower because of harmful pests that remain unchecked or because of incomplete eradication of competing plants (weeds). So, we produce more food with fewer chemicals through manipulation of the plant's genes. Note that this manipulation is with naturally occurring genetic material that is duplicable through natural propagation once the initial modification is made. If the gene splicing is harmful to the plant it will not survive and certainly will not propagate.
But, people are gullible. They accept arguments that sound reasonable if they fit their preconceived ideas. The most effective lies are those that are nearest to the truth.
If you want to argue against Global Warming, argue against the causes.
If you want to argue against GMO's, argue against monoculture cropping systems at the expense of species diversification.
With advances in technology come new challenges that must be solved. Focus on solving the issues, not on stopping advances that are good for man.
I personally believe, based on scientific evidence, that we are seeing a climactic shift. I reject the notion that it is caused by the activities of man. It is a natural cycle fueled by the sun's activities.
I also believe, based on scientific evidence, that GMO's are a positive for feeding mankind. GMO's reduce the need for chemical pesticides and herbicides which means less potential harmful chemicals in the environment. Our digestive tract is designed to extract needed nutrients from the food we ingest and the waste (harmful or useless compounds) is passed from our body. The yields of crops managed by purely mechanical means (which requires either more hand labor or more machine labor) are typically lower because of harmful pests that remain unchecked or because of incomplete eradication of competing plants (weeds). So, we produce more food with fewer chemicals through manipulation of the plant's genes. Note that this manipulation is with naturally occurring genetic material that is duplicable through natural propagation once the initial modification is made. If the gene splicing is harmful to the plant it will not survive and certainly will not propagate.
But, people are gullible. They accept arguments that sound reasonable if they fit their preconceived ideas. The most effective lies are those that are nearest to the truth.
If you want to argue against Global Warming, argue against the causes.
If you want to argue against GMO's, argue against monoculture cropping systems at the expense of species diversification.
With advances in technology come new challenges that must be solved. Focus on solving the issues, not on stopping advances that are good for man.
Monday, March 10, 2014
A Chance Encounter and Misunderstanding
A few weeks ago I was sitting in the Terminal at Nashville International Airport waiting on my flight home. It was a Saturday morning and I was just relaxing. I was early for my flight and there weren't many people so there was lots of room. I was reading a book.
After awhile people started gathering and a young lady sat down the row from me and also was reading. Shortly afterward a young man, obviously a musician because he carried a guitar case, sat across from her and they started visiting. Not long after another musician type sat down as well. I spoke to the young man with the guitar and asked if he was headed to a gig somewhere. It turned out that all of them were on their way to Dallas to play for an engagement as the band for Gwen Sebastian, a former winner of "The Voice."
I asked where they were from and it was all over. The young lady said that she was from Springdale, Arkansas, and wondered if I knew where that was. I said yes and named a few small towns in the area. We struck up a brief conversation at that point. She never mentioned her name and seemed evasive at times -- enough to really pique my curiosity. It turned out she played fiddle and guitar and sang vocals. If she hadn't been evasive on some of the questions, my interest would have quickly waned and I would have gone back to reading.
As we boarded the plane I pulled out my phone and did a Google search based on the clues from the conversation. It turned out that she was Jenee Fleanor, who plays fiddle, guitar and sings back up for Blake Shelton. That is how she ended up playing with the group for Gwen Sebastian -- Blake was busy with a new season of "The Voice" and she had some open dates and the Shelton connection got her a gig with Sebastian I guess. She backed Blake at the 2013 ACM's....
In my focus on my Google search I didn't realize that she had sat down in the seat behind me and in doing so had glimpsed my phone with her photo on it from the search. I guess she thought that I was stalking her although I wasn't. I just was exercising my natural curiosity. It wasn't long before I realized that she had changed her mind and moved to the back of the plane with the other musicians.
When we landed in Dallas I spoke to her again, by name, and apologized, saying that curiosity got the best of me. I then wished them an enjoyable time in Grapevine at the Gaylord Texan where their engagement was.
You never know who you might meet.
Here's a sample of her music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ouElhFcOxG4&list=PLtJS3g04CETYblu-pTUn-WeFKcS1309bc&feature=share
After awhile people started gathering and a young lady sat down the row from me and also was reading. Shortly afterward a young man, obviously a musician because he carried a guitar case, sat across from her and they started visiting. Not long after another musician type sat down as well. I spoke to the young man with the guitar and asked if he was headed to a gig somewhere. It turned out that all of them were on their way to Dallas to play for an engagement as the band for Gwen Sebastian, a former winner of "The Voice."
I asked where they were from and it was all over. The young lady said that she was from Springdale, Arkansas, and wondered if I knew where that was. I said yes and named a few small towns in the area. We struck up a brief conversation at that point. She never mentioned her name and seemed evasive at times -- enough to really pique my curiosity. It turned out she played fiddle and guitar and sang vocals. If she hadn't been evasive on some of the questions, my interest would have quickly waned and I would have gone back to reading.
As we boarded the plane I pulled out my phone and did a Google search based on the clues from the conversation. It turned out that she was Jenee Fleanor, who plays fiddle, guitar and sings back up for Blake Shelton. That is how she ended up playing with the group for Gwen Sebastian -- Blake was busy with a new season of "The Voice" and she had some open dates and the Shelton connection got her a gig with Sebastian I guess. She backed Blake at the 2013 ACM's....
In my focus on my Google search I didn't realize that she had sat down in the seat behind me and in doing so had glimpsed my phone with her photo on it from the search. I guess she thought that I was stalking her although I wasn't. I just was exercising my natural curiosity. It wasn't long before I realized that she had changed her mind and moved to the back of the plane with the other musicians.
When we landed in Dallas I spoke to her again, by name, and apologized, saying that curiosity got the best of me. I then wished them an enjoyable time in Grapevine at the Gaylord Texan where their engagement was.
You never know who you might meet.
Here's a sample of her music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ouElhFcOxG4&list=PLtJS3g04CETYblu-pTUn-WeFKcS1309bc&feature=share
New Music
Many of you who read this blog know that I play the guitar and sing. It is primarily for my own enjoyment, relaxation and unwinding, but occasionally I will do something for church. Since it isn't part of my vocation it is often difficult to spend much time learning new songs.
Lately I have had a little more time on my hands so, I've starting trying to learn some new stuff. After all, most of what I know are songs that were popular back when I was in college when I had time and more inclination. Things have changed a lot since then.
I remember using a cassette recorder to capture what was being played on the radio. Most of it I didn't care to learn but, there were a few gems. When I caught one of them I would play it repeatedly to transcribe it to paper and begin the memorization process. Then, I would spend hours figuring out the chords so that I could play it. I tried my best to make it sound like the recording artist but, of course, never quite succeeded.
Today, it is a very different proposition to learn new songs. If it is something that I know the title, or the artist, or even a phrase, I can look it up on the Internet. I can listen to YouTube videos and print off lyrics with chords already written on it and then play along from the printed music to the video as it plays. It has certainly shortened the cycle to add new music to my repertoire.
Sometimes the chords on the printed sheets don't exactly match the music. There are mistakes. After all, someone probably went through an exercise very similar to the way I used to learn music to create those sheets with chords. The system isn't perfect but, it's much better than what I used to go through.
Here's a link to one I've been working on this morning.....
http://youtu.be/dYsc15s0IDM
Lately I have had a little more time on my hands so, I've starting trying to learn some new stuff. After all, most of what I know are songs that were popular back when I was in college when I had time and more inclination. Things have changed a lot since then.
I remember using a cassette recorder to capture what was being played on the radio. Most of it I didn't care to learn but, there were a few gems. When I caught one of them I would play it repeatedly to transcribe it to paper and begin the memorization process. Then, I would spend hours figuring out the chords so that I could play it. I tried my best to make it sound like the recording artist but, of course, never quite succeeded.
Today, it is a very different proposition to learn new songs. If it is something that I know the title, or the artist, or even a phrase, I can look it up on the Internet. I can listen to YouTube videos and print off lyrics with chords already written on it and then play along from the printed music to the video as it plays. It has certainly shortened the cycle to add new music to my repertoire.
Sometimes the chords on the printed sheets don't exactly match the music. There are mistakes. After all, someone probably went through an exercise very similar to the way I used to learn music to create those sheets with chords. The system isn't perfect but, it's much better than what I used to go through.
Here's a link to one I've been working on this morning.....
http://youtu.be/dYsc15s0IDM
Sunday, March 9, 2014
Burning Daylight
Today's the day we change our clocks
'Cause the gov'ment says we should
It doesn't save a bit of time
Though they told us that it would
Out here we get up 'fore the sun
And work 'til it's long set
I've never seen a changing clock
Affect the length of it yet
It reminds me what my Grandpa said
When he woke me from the night
Get up and dress and eat a bite
We don't wanna burn no daylight!
'Cause the gov'ment says we should
It doesn't save a bit of time
Though they told us that it would
Out here we get up 'fore the sun
And work 'til it's long set
I've never seen a changing clock
Affect the length of it yet
It reminds me what my Grandpa said
When he woke me from the night
Get up and dress and eat a bite
We don't wanna burn no daylight!
Saturday, March 8, 2014
It Fits My Preconceptions, Therefore It Must Be Right!
I've written here before about critical thinking skills. I was taught early on to examine carefully the things that I hear and see for accuracy rather than to just accept they are what they seem. It is usually easier to detect something fraudulent by sight than by reading, although with digital image enhancement, that may not be so. I'm thinking about things we actually observe in person. Of course that assumes you aren't observing a magician at work whose entire performance is based on misdirection and deception. But, for purposes of this brief post, I want to focus on the written.
We all have a tendency to accept things that agree with our preconceived notions of how they should be. The Internet and other forms of electronic media such as television have made it very easy to mislead large numbers of people in a very short period of time. Some businesses are base totally on the simplicity of manipulating the masses. One that comes to mind is The Humane Society of the United States (HSUS). Their commercials are built around apparently abused and mistreated animals, yet it has been shown many times that the money they collect through such advertising is spent primarily on salaries and lobbying efforts. Less than 1% of the funds they collect actually go to help these mistreated animals according to most credible sources.
This happens with political ads as well. Politicians have made an art of appealing to the preconceptions of their target audiences -- especially when painting an image of their opponents. Most people readily accept the message without carefully examining it for the truth. For whatever reason, most people are pretty gullible. Perhaps it is rooted in our "herding" instinct -- that desire to follow a leader and to live within the safety of numbers. It is easier to follow along than it is to lead.
I guess my point is simply this: If we see or read something that fits our expectations, we rarely question its validity. We need to be much more critical in our thinking. Test it. Check it. Look at it from different perspectives. It is a little easier for those who base their lives on an Absolute Truth. For Christians, the Bible offers us pretty clear guidelines against which we should measure all things. As our society drifts toward Atheism, the ability of the nefarious to perpetrate fraud will only grow. One need look no further than Washington to see plenty of examples.
We all have a tendency to accept things that agree with our preconceived notions of how they should be. The Internet and other forms of electronic media such as television have made it very easy to mislead large numbers of people in a very short period of time. Some businesses are base totally on the simplicity of manipulating the masses. One that comes to mind is The Humane Society of the United States (HSUS). Their commercials are built around apparently abused and mistreated animals, yet it has been shown many times that the money they collect through such advertising is spent primarily on salaries and lobbying efforts. Less than 1% of the funds they collect actually go to help these mistreated animals according to most credible sources.
This happens with political ads as well. Politicians have made an art of appealing to the preconceptions of their target audiences -- especially when painting an image of their opponents. Most people readily accept the message without carefully examining it for the truth. For whatever reason, most people are pretty gullible. Perhaps it is rooted in our "herding" instinct -- that desire to follow a leader and to live within the safety of numbers. It is easier to follow along than it is to lead.
I guess my point is simply this: If we see or read something that fits our expectations, we rarely question its validity. We need to be much more critical in our thinking. Test it. Check it. Look at it from different perspectives. It is a little easier for those who base their lives on an Absolute Truth. For Christians, the Bible offers us pretty clear guidelines against which we should measure all things. As our society drifts toward Atheism, the ability of the nefarious to perpetrate fraud will only grow. One need look no further than Washington to see plenty of examples.
Friday, March 7, 2014
Musically Connected
Music inspires
Or, can sooth the soul
It tames the wild beast
Or, can rock and roll
It expresses our heart
Or, the thoughts in our mind
It can lighten our mood
Or, 'cause tears 'til we're blind
It can tear down the walls
Or, say, "leave me alone"
It can pierce our ear drums
Or, be mellower tones
It can be personal
Or, make us part of the crowd
It can be soft and low
Or, unbearably loud
It can be background noise
Or, the focus of all
It can be played alone
Or, a huge music hall
Music connects
One soul to another
It crosses all bounds
Makes us sister and brother
Or, can sooth the soul
It tames the wild beast
Or, can rock and roll
It expresses our heart
Or, the thoughts in our mind
It can lighten our mood
Or, 'cause tears 'til we're blind
It can tear down the walls
Or, say, "leave me alone"
It can pierce our ear drums
Or, be mellower tones
It can be personal
Or, make us part of the crowd
It can be soft and low
Or, unbearably loud
It can be background noise
Or, the focus of all
It can be played alone
Or, a huge music hall
Music connects
One soul to another
It crosses all bounds
Makes us sister and brother
Thursday, March 6, 2014
Remember the Alamo
Today marks the anniversary of an auspicious event in the history of Texas. On this day in 1836, the valiant Texians fell to the Mexican army led by Santa Anna. (For a brief history of the battle follow this link.)
Why was the Battle of The Alamo important? It bought time for General Sam Houston to organize the army of the new Republic.
Sometimes the battles we fight seem to be for naught. We give our all, yet we often don't see the difference. Sometimes the difference that we make is realized by others. Sometimes we change the course of history by our efforts.
As Charlie Daniels likes to say in his Tweets and Facebook posts, "Let's all make the day count."
Why was the Battle of The Alamo important? It bought time for General Sam Houston to organize the army of the new Republic.
Sometimes the battles we fight seem to be for naught. We give our all, yet we often don't see the difference. Sometimes the difference that we make is realized by others. Sometimes we change the course of history by our efforts.
As Charlie Daniels likes to say in his Tweets and Facebook posts, "Let's all make the day count."
Monday, February 17, 2014
Calving Season
It is calving season for us. It was my goal this year to shorten our calving season to less than 45 days. So far, in the first 11 days, we have had 1/3 of the cows to calve. I'd say we are on track to possibly be as short as 30 days.
For those of you not familiar with ranching, length of calving season is important. The more uniform the calves are when you go to sell them, the higher the price received and the greater the average weight. It's all about the distribution curve on the weight. A 30 day season is a very tight distribution whereas a 90 day or longer season is not. Play with the numbers, do the math, it works.
I am very pleased. So far it looks like we are having cloned calves. They all look alike. Below is one of them -- and if you've seen one, you've seen them all....
The only question is heifer or bull calf?
So far we are about 50:50. Imagine that......
There is nothing better than to see the babies out playing in the pasture.
For those of you not familiar with ranching, length of calving season is important. The more uniform the calves are when you go to sell them, the higher the price received and the greater the average weight. It's all about the distribution curve on the weight. A 30 day season is a very tight distribution whereas a 90 day or longer season is not. Play with the numbers, do the math, it works.
I am very pleased. So far it looks like we are having cloned calves. They all look alike. Below is one of them -- and if you've seen one, you've seen them all....
The only question is heifer or bull calf?
So far we are about 50:50. Imagine that......
There is nothing better than to see the babies out playing in the pasture.
Saturday, February 15, 2014
The Instinct to Hide
Cows are "prey" animals. They evolved in the grasslands and were subject to predation by lions or wolves or other large predators. In spite of our efforts to domesticate them, they retain the basic instincts of prey animals.
Recently I posted a photo on Facebook of a newborn baby calf that was lying curled up on the edge of a creek. I included the caption, "Pretend you can't see me. Momma says I can't move." That photo is below.
There was some concern expressed that something was wrong with the baby. Why would a mother hide her baby and then wander off and leave it? It is because she is protecting it.
Below is another example of a hidden baby. I spotted it from across the pasture and zoomed in at the highest magnification I could with my Nikon 55-300 mm lense. Can you see him lying in the fence line? His mother is about 400 yards away grazing -- pretending to ignore him.
I wasn't certain that it was a baby but was pretty sure, so I drove a little closer.
Again, I am zoomed in at highest magnification. Now it is clear that it is a calf lying next to the fence. Each of the photos below is just a little bit closer.
The photo below shows that the "hiding" instinct begins even before the calf is born. Below, you will see a newborn, still wet from birth, lying just at his mother's feet. She had the calf in the brush to minimize the exposure to potential predators -- such as the black vultures in the tree above her.
The photo below is of the black vultures. They will clean up the afterbirth, but if given the chance, they will also attack the calf. Turkey vultures aren't usually a problem because there generally are only one or two birds at a time. I have seen flocks of the Mexican Black Vultures that had over 30 birds. They are extremely aggressive and will attack even as the cow is giving birth. It is important that she be in a place where she is protected from them.
Sometimes it is almost comical how a cow will hide her calf. Below, you will see one that is hiding behind a stick. You would be surprised though, how easy it is to miss the calf at a casual glance -- especially if you are used to seeing an object there -- the stick.
Aren't God's creatures amazing?!
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