Donuts are part of the magic that makes life so sweet. I founded the Level 3 Friday Donut Club in 2004 and ran it until my departure in 2015. It had a three year run at Windstream and is now virtual, but at its peak, we had a rotation of 50+ folks who brought donuts every Friday. We had three simple rules: (1) five dozen (2) boutique shop donuts (3) by 8:00 am. This blog memorializes these e-mails to share my thoughts (and, once upon a time, announce the donut arrival). Have a happy Friday!
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Ecuador and Donuts
Saturday’s 7.8 magnitude quake in coastal region of Ecuador has
put me in an introspective mood –as some of you are aware, I’m Ecuadorian. With
a death toll over 570 people, 7,000 injured and 25,000 living in shelters, this
is the worst disaster the country has seen in generations. The way the news
broke in my household was surreal (a WhatsApp message to a guest whose family
lives near the epicenter), so were the photos coming-in. A building where it
appears a giant baby has whimsically smashed the top half onto the bottom, so
it sits precariously perched at an odd angle with half of a crumbling middle
floor missing. A crackled asphalt road with a five foot gash where a maroon car
is impossibly lodged looks like something Salvador Dalí might have painted. A
survivor being pulled through an impossibly small hole in the concrete and
rebar. When relegated to remote corners of the world like Nepal, Turkey or
Haiti, similar images struck me at an intellectual level –I empathized and felt
bad for THEM. Now, even though my mountain hometown was spared, it feels
personal. There’s a sense of helplessness mixed with the desire to be there in
person to help (not just google “Ecuador disaster relief” and pick an NGO). There’s
also a realization that life is short and disaster can strike anyone, anywhere
at any time. Armed with that knowledge, you should grab a donut –courtesy of
Ashley Button. Unfortunately, my week-long pilgrimage through Windstreamland precludes
me from being there to partake of this bounty with you –which means there’s
more for you. Happy Friday!
Friends, The early bird catches the worm, however, as the sun rises I’d much rather have a Denver omelet than a diet of worms . Ready to fly the coop, my ducks all in a row, I ponder one more time whether a bird in hand is truly worth two in the bush. Egged-on by my quest to tuck away a nest egg, I’ve decided to change industries and hope that, like the phoenix, my career will also rise from the ashes of change. After all, I’m no spring chicken –my crow’s feet and gray bely my age – however, I have to trust my judgment and believe you can’t catch this old bird with chaff (whether or not folks think me an odd bird for my actions). And so I shall attempt to soar like an eagle, aware that counting my chickens before they hatch would be ill-advised. As I learn to talk turkey in the language of cybersecurity, I will endeavor not to hide my head in the sand, choosing instead to be like a duck – calm on the surface and paddle like hell underneath! And while my excessive use of bird-inspired
Friends, I don’t know about you, but my household tends to use things a tad beyond their reasonably useful life. Cars, razors, pillows... heck, we squeezed the last BTU out of our home’s 25 year old thermostat —15 years is for rookies. This week we bid our fire pit farewell. Structurally unstable and rusted to the core, this contrivance was well on its way to returning to the soil. Memories of s’mores, cigars and shared spirits come rushing back, as does the six foot tall cardboard peach burned atop it, which caused the first stress fractures in the waning days of 2019. Good times! I suppose nothing lasts forever, but memories can add a sense of permanence to the fleeting. So go, grab a donut and make some new memories!! Happy Friday!
Friends, My family gained a new daughter last week. As I welcome the freshly minted Mrs. González, I wish the new couple a lasting, loving, happy and tranquil marriage. I am also reminded of a special delivery I received at the wedding. A few weeks ago, my niece/goddaughter held a “go fund me” and offered to stitch something for the donors. I, of corse, asked for a horse jumping through a donut. The completed masterpiece depicting this unlikely combo now has a special place in my office, and brings a smile to my face every time I see it. That said, I may forgo the obligatory donut today and opt for some of the leftover cake we still have at the house. Happy Friday! New addition to the Family Horse through donut with the artist Horse through donut at it’s new home shelf P.S. The donut wall in action.