inspiring

farther along than i once was by admin

©2011 gary garbett.com

My closet and dresser are filled with years of gathered fabrics that I rarely ever wear. I just don't have the time or the place to, but each are on my list of things to one day accomplish. After not wearing one for several years, I purchased a new wristwatch last week. I use to always wear one and not really sure why I quit. I like knowing what time it is at any moment of the day. It's another tool to keep me on pace with my regimented routine.

Ah... routines. My father certainly had his. As a teen I promised myself I'd never fall to such day-to-day mundaneness. Seems as though time and age have both changed that for me. I'm always battling myself to find the time to accomplish even a few items each day that I've penciled in on my ever growing "must do" lists. Maybe what's really happening is that I'm really living someone else's life and theirs is just getting in the way of my living mine. Or even worse, maybe someone else really has mine. If so, I just hope their living it exactly the way that I planned it.

As for today, I can scratch, "post daily blog" from today's list. Enjoy yours.

thanking bernie. remembering dad. by admin

photo restoration ©2011 gary garbett.com

He taught me the importance of respect, to say yes ma'am and sir, to give nothing less than my absolute best, to always do the right thing, and to never miss the opportunity to tell someone thank-you. 
Thanks for life's tools, Dad.... I haven't forgotten and do my best to use each of them every day. Happy Father's Day.

tooth fairies and other things to believe in by admin

©2011 gary garbett.com

In some aspects, I've not strayed very far from the little boy I was many years ago. I still believe in the tooth fairy, love, G.I. Joe, and that a brand new pair of sneakers make me run faster and jump higher.

Looking back, probably the biggest difference is that my heroes today don't wear capes or emblazoned snazzy letters with lightning bolts on their chests. I’ve never seen them wear utility belts either. But I can always count on their lyrical poetics of the human soul and a few guitar strings to save me from the deepest wretches of my worst nemesis.

My days are now more layered. They offer me more, including those things I believe in.