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Give me an Irish funeral and an even more Irish wake. I have but nary a drop of Irish in me but I hope those that mourn can make it up in whiskey. I want singing and dancing and music and drinking — drinking enough to remember but not so much as to forget.

Tonight is the opening night for Whimsy. The final opening night for Beatrix at Circus Juventas. I’m not nearly as emotional as I will be for the final show on August 9th but close.

She’s been performing there nearly her entire life (since age 3). It’ll be hard to imagine it without her.

We often forget how inexpensive it is (often free, in fact) it is to completely make someone’s day/week/year or, even, give them a memory they will cherish for life.

For the record, I don’t believe in management. I don’t believe one should have to manage people. I believe if you hire the right people, they don’t have to be managed — the work simply gets done. If you have people you have to manage, you should fire them and replace them with people you don’t.

How to make a lifetime customer:

Pressure warning went off on car I just bought in January, took it to Discount Tire, they diagnosed (nail), repaired the leak, and rotated the still good tires… FOR FREE. Did not get these tires there. Just pure good customer service.

What we believe in.

Been having a lot of random conversations about aging well lately. A reoccurring theme: Don’t stop.

Don’t stop moving.

Don’t stop thinking.

Don’t stop engaging with the world.

Don’t stop smiling and being happy and otherwise being positive.

The science backs this up.

M.E.D.S can help.

Bethany writes thank you notes to Beatrix’s teachers at the end of each year. Here’s part of one of the replies she received…

Beatrix also gave me a gift. She told me a lot about her love and care of houseplants. One day, my husband sent me a plant arrangement as a gift, and I was watering it. Beatrix showed me how she puts water right where the plant grows. I remember that every time I water my houseplants: make sure the water goes to the source. I’m sure there’s a metaphor in there. 🙂

Make sure the water goes to the source.

Indeed.