Zander (singing to himself in the back of the car): It was not your fault but mine. It was your heart on the line. I really fucked it up this time….
Zella: Zander!! You can’t say that!! It’s a bad word.
Zander: What’s a bad word?
Zella: Fuck. You can’t say fuck!
Zander: I didn’t.
Zella: Yes you did, Zander. You said, “I really fucked it up this time.” And you can’t say that because fuck is a bad word.
Zander: Oh.
(And then after a few seconds of pondering…)
Me: Zella, do you realize how many times you just said the bad word?
Zella: Well…..it was Zander’s fault.
Welcome to my world!
The conversation took place about six months ago. I wrote it down back then as best I could recall, but I never posted. No good reason. I just didn’t. Seems I’ve done that quite a bit over the last several months. Not posted.
No good reason. I just didn’t.
Maybe there are reasons….
And the reasons are yours alone. Good too see you when you choose to post. Be well …
Thanks, man. Not sure if the motivation to post regularly has returned but I keep sensing a little voice saying I should. (Of course, that may just be my wife!)
We are still hanging around reading when you do. Hope you are all doing well Ed.
Thanks, man. I’ve been hitting all the old haunts (twitter, fb, reader) and at least trying to keep up — just keeping a low profile.
Much more doubt, mumble; much more trouble, delegate; much more charge, ponder.
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