Helping any ole way I can

Lately it's been my pleasure to accommodate six sets of new tenants.
They're so excited to have their own space to call home.
It almost brought tears to my eyes to see a young man and his mother see his new furniture which arrived yesterday.
His mother said he was very excited to be moving into his own apartment.
Another couple are moving in to get closer to work.
So, in some small way I'm able to help folks enjoy the comforts of their own home.
It's appeasing and cathartic after all the stress I've endured lately.

simplicity

The simplicity of complexity.
Sometimes we blow things out of proportion.
We get bogged down on trying to be perfect.
I want to be a perfect apartment manager but I can't figure out how to please everyone.
I can finally balance my books but I can't make every apartment market ready to please our quality control.
I can rent an apartment and please a new tenant because they want their own space.
But the specifications of compliance for the complexity of making managers happy wouldn't fulfill their expectations.
But the simplicity of making a tenant happy is easy.
All they desire is a place to live long and prosper.
I can deal with reality.
Let it be.
Just try and make the tenants happy.
Simply spoken. Make the people who rent from you happy campers.

Narcissism

Who is the world's greatest narcissist?
Was it Nero who fiddled while Rome burned?
Was it Kim Jong Il who published "The Popularity of Kim Jong Il"?
We all love ourselves but Lebron James is my candidate for the most narcissistic person I don't love anymore.
Seven or eight years ago he seemed like a nice guy.
But my credo "Nice Guys Finish With Class" won't synchronize with Lebron's protracted announcement he was going to join Dwayne Wade and Chris Bosh with the Miami Heat.
LeBron had a full hour to talk about the Boys and Girls Club which was supposed to be the beneficiary of this production.
With idolizing boys and girls in the audience eagerly awaiting this stupendous decision. LeBron focused on himself.
When the interviewer finally got to a question about whether it might be hard to share the spotlight with Wade and Bosh, LeBron responded, "It's not about sharing. You know, it's about everybody having their own spotlight."
It's not about sharing!
Gadzooks!
So, I idolize George Washington Carver.
He could have added fortune to fame, but caring for neither, he found happiness and honor in being helpful to the world.
He spurned a $100,000 offer from Henry Ford.
He preferred to be creative and invent peanut butter.
So which would you rather do, eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and thank George Washington Carver for his altruistic gift to mankind, or worship LeBron James who doesn't want to share. He just wants everybody having their own spotlight.
Albeit, James was the son of an ex-con who was never there.
Now he conned the whole sports community into believing he might be loyal to Cleveland.
Nope. He's not about sharing or caring.
He's the most narcissitic member of the Narcissitic Basketball Association.

Amusement

Just when I was depressed for the umpteenth time about the condition of some of our apartments amusement intervened.
Yes, I'm still appalled that yesterday while leading RidAPest to spray for roaches I discovered much to my chagrin a broken window in an abandoned apartment.
So I trudged over there at 7 a.m. to clean up the broken glass on the carpet.
Ugh!!
I received a couple of cuts and frustratingly returned to my office.
Then, I started reading about the Russian spies who were recently arrested.
One of their 15-year-old neighbors quipped, "They couldn't have been spies. Look what they did with the hydrangeas."
And another funny retort was published in a column today.
Robert Welch of the John Birch Society accused President Dwight Eisenhower of being a Communist agent.
A conservative guru wryly said, "Ike's no Communist; he's a golfer."
I grew up during the Cold War era when Communism was the scariest threat to our American freedom and heritage.
At least some folks have a sense of humor.
Laughter is the best medicine.

Epitaph

We all want to be remembered as good and simple people who care about helping others.
But what will be on your epitaph?
George Washington Carver's epitaph reads: "He could have added fortune to fame, but caring for neither, he found happiness and honor in being helpful to the world."
Carver was captured by the KKK and finally returned to his master.
But his mother was never seen again after the capture.
He went out walking every day and talked and prayed to God for guidance.
He discovered 300 products to use out of peanuts, including peanut butter and 100 uses for sweet potatoes, which enhanced the productivity of peanuts and sweet potatoes.
Henry Ford offered him a six-digit salary and Presidents invited him to the White House.
This was in the day of slavery and racial bigotry.
He overcame all of this to enrich the lives of many farmers.
On my epitaph, all I want it to say is "Nice Guys Finish With Class."
How about you?
Please send me a comment.
Happy Fourth of July!!
It's a day of enjoying our independence.