In 2021, I bought my first pair of used skis through Facebook Marketplace. I paid $35 for a pair of 2008 Head XENON Xi 5.0. Then I had to spend $55 to get it tuned up. To complete the set, I bought a pair of Lange Comp 80 Team junior ski boots for $40. I spent $130 on mine and multiplied that by 6 for our entire family. That was not even included the season lift tickets for all of us, which was about $3,000 for a season. Yes, skiing and snowboarding are expensive; therefore, I had to find a way to do it for free.

When I took my skis to the local ski shop to tune up, they made me sign a weaver because my skis were old and my bindings were no longer indemnified. I didn’t care as long as my skis popped off when I fell. With my first pair of skis, I went from the bunny hills to the double-black-diamond slopes in two seasons. Not only saving money, I also avoid the hassle of waiting in long lines for to rent skis.

The tuning costs were expensive; therefore, I decided to do them myself. With YouTube videos and a few pairs of old skis to practice, I have become proficient at ski and snowboard tuning. I tuned all of our equipment.

As we got serious about skiing and snowboarding, we decided to invest in new equipment—at a steep discount price, of course. Even then, they were still pricey. Skiing and snowboarding are still very expensive for newcomers. Buying used equipment is one of the cost-saving methods to try out skiing or snowboarding.

I had been hunting for used skis and snowboards. If they were still in good condition, I would acquire them, tune them up, wax them, and resell them. When people buy skis or snowboards from me, they can be reassured that the quality is still good and they are ready to ski or ride at the resorts. That is how I differentiate myself from other sellers.

While people are trying to get rid of their old equipment, I am trying to give it a second life. Most people don’t take care of their equipment. They either stored them in their garage or shed. Most of the time, the edges were rusted and the bases were scratched up. There were even some kind of bug nests and eggs around the bindings and in the boots.

I found it gratifying when I revived old gears. First, I sanitized everything with rubbing alcohol. Then I removed rusts the metal edges and sharpened them. Then I patched up the bases with p-text. Finally, I gave the bases a good wax. I also checked the bindings, tightened up the screws, and greased the grooves. I was able to sell a few pairs and I was happy about that. The efforts I put in were more than what I sold, but it just felt good reviving the old equipment.

I like drinking even though I know damn well it is not good for my health. I made a bit of a change. I don’t drink at home and when I go out with my family. I only go out drinking with friends. It seems to work out well. I hadn’t had a drop of liquor when I was at home or with my family.

I have no beer at home. I still have a couple of wine bottles, but I rarely drink wine anyway. I still have a couple of whiskey bottles, but I only bring them to a party or a gathering with friends. I’ll still buy liquor, but only for going out.

I used to have a couple of drinks at home with a meal or if I were out to a restaurant. That was when I didn’t have friends to drink with. Now I have a couple of folks to drink with, I need to make a change.

The change is good for me. When I go out to drink I can enjoy it and not have to worry about drinking too much. Gout flare used to warn me if I was drinking too much, but now that I take Allopurinol I haven’t had an attack. I don’t want to take it for granted or abuse it.

Maybe when there’s a time I have to stop drinking completely. Until then, this is a happy medium.

The Virginia hip-hop duo brothers are back again after 16 years. While Pusha T remains relentless, No Malice returns to coke rhymes after his unsuccessful attempt as a Christian rapper. With Pharrell Williams holding down the productions, the Clipse slings cocain rhymes on their latest release Let God Sort Em Out. The Clispe brothers have been known for their lyrical skills and they still got them.

The album opens with “The Birds Don’t Sing” with John Legend on the hook. The Clipse brothers unveil their emotions about their dying mother. Pusha pours out his heart, “Sayin’ you was tired but not ready to go / Basically was dying without letting me know.” Malice reflects: “Birds don’t sing if the words don’t sting / Your last few words in my ear still ring.”

From the production to the rhymes, “Chains & Whips” is menace as fuck, especial Pusha: “You know I know where you’re delicate / Crush you to pieces, I’ll hum a breath of it / I will close your Heaven for the hell of it.” Malice references the bible: “You’re gaspin’ for air now, it’s beautiful / John 10:10, that’s my usual / Mamas is fallin’ out in funerals.” Kendrick Lamar drops a dope guest verse too.

“So Be It” sports a Bollywood vibe. Pusha continues with his chilly punchlines: “Fuckin’ with P, get somethin’ immediate / Your soul don’t like your body, we helped you free it.”

Although Malice drops the bible, he still draws his rhymes from it. On “All Things Considered,” he rhymes, “The only sin left is to flirt with vengeance / Made my exit just to make my entrance / Revolving door, maybe I can make a difference.”

What the fuck is “M.T.B.T.T.F.”? Pusha explains on the hook, “She want Mike Tyson blow to the face / Slalom ice, she wants snow on a plate.” Malice reveals his reason for returning to dope rap: “This is the result of my vision / React with precision / But God only knows my intention / But selling dope is a religion.”

On “E.B.I.T.D.A.” (Earnings Before Interest, Taxes, Depreciation, and Amortization), Pusha and Malice take me back to my childhood memory: “Grew up playing real life Contra / ‘Never give up,’ that’s the mantra.”

“Inglorious Bastards” is the definitive dope rap brought to you by the Clipse. Malice reflects: “I was fine getting rich under their noses.”

On the gospel-inspired “So Far Ahead,” Malice is back at it again, “Ain’t no referees up in Heaven / No mistaking me for the reverend / Ushering the money, my confession.”

Then comes the title track, “Let God Sort Em Out/Chandeliers,” Pusha and Malice trade lines, “The feeling that you get when you realize / It was really you that died and we are so alive / Conspiracy theory, you can’t believe it’s us / Soul leave your body like a fentanyl rush.”

Damn! I am so glad Clispe are back after 16 years. They are still on top of their dope game. The Neptunes no more, but Pharrell Williams still bangs out bomb-ass beats.

I was in Walmart when my wife called asking me to buy a bag of small potatoes. I looked around, but couldn’t find it. I asked an employee nearby, “Excuse me Miss, where do I find a bag of small potatoes?” She replied with a Spanish accent, “Over there, they took after you.” Then she laughed. I looked down at myself and wondered, “WTF? How does she know?” I picked up a bag of “Little Potatoes.” She said, “See, they are laughing at you.” I was like, “Oh yeah!” I definitely need some hearing aides.

By the way, Little Potatoes has a cute brand.

I picked Emily Witt’s Health and Safety off the shelf because I recognized the author’s name. Emily Witt is a staff writer at The New Yorker. I couldn’t recall if I had read any of Witt’s articles, but I would read any book written by any staff writer at The New Yorker.

Witt writes about her own life revolving around drugs, alcohols, parties, politics, and sex. Witt’s writing is witty and funny. I got a kick out of her quip on Jared Kushner: “Much later, when I worked as a reporter for The New York Observer , her husband, Jared Kushner, was the publisher. He was a real estate scion whose dimples looked like they had been carved into his cheeks with a silver spoon.”

Witt writes openly about her sex life: “Because the venue was illegal, sex acts, drug insufflation, and cigarettes did not need to be confined to bathroom stalls or outdoor areas, which was liberating, and I gave Andrew a blowjob in a room that had been left dark for sex.” Her romantic relationship was tumultuous.

Witt covers politics for The New Yorker during the pandemic. Her book ends up near the end of 2020 when Joe Biden won his presidential election. I wonder if she will write her next book covering the recent years up to 2028.

Health and Safety is deeply personal and emotional. I appreciate how much of her personal life she is willing to share. I enjoyed reading it immensely.

After almost a week, Đạo apologized for his behavior. Of course, I accepted his apology and gave back his phones and laptop. I love him to death, but not unconditionally. I need to be firm with him when I need to.

Đán and I are cool too. We don’t speak much, but I learned about his thoughts and feelings through his blog. His posts helped me started conversations with him. I am glad that I assigned daily blogging to him in the summer. I hope he will continue to write. His posts remind me of my early blogging days. I blogged to get things off my chest and released my tension. They helped. We talked about our struggles. We talked about how do deal with scams and losing money. He thanked me for the talk. I thanked him as well. He can come and talk to me anytime.

I want to treat all my kids the same, but I just can’t. They are different in age. They have their own personality. I can’t apply a blanket approach to them. When they were younger, I wanted us to do everything together, but they have different interest. I need to stop feeling bad for not getting the entire crew together. Of course, it would be ideal to bring everyone together, but it seems selfish for me to demand their time to spend with me. Obviously, whenever they want to, they can always hangout with me. Otherwise, I just going to cut them lose.

Since my dad was hardly around me when I was a kid, I always thought that I needed to spend time with my kids. Now I feel as if I am forcing them to spend time with me when they would rather spend with their friends or digital devices. Now I give them the space to do things on their own. Maybe I am not the best person to be around with. I am too damn boring.

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Last Saturday, all four kids wanted to have a sleepover with their cousins. The house was empty and quiet. Around 11 pm, I asked my wife if she wanted to go out. She refused at first, but was convinced that we hadn’t been on a date night in 17 years.

We headed to Eden Center to check out the new Popup joint. There was a rave party so we decided to check it out. As we stood in line to get in, we were aware that we were the oldest couple there. The bouncer who was even older than me said to me, “Are you sure you want to go in?” I replied, “Hell yeah!” He didn’t bother to check our IDs. He announced to everyone, “We got an OG in the building.” I laughed and replied, “Thanks G. Do you have a senior discount?” I paid $20 entry charges for me and my wife.

Most of the kids were Asian in their 20s. I was not sure if they were Vietnamese or other Asians. They weren’t dancing to the music. They were just standing around drinking. The music was not loud enough and the beats weren’t captivating either. We found a seat over at the food court side. My wife didn’t want a drink. She was on her phone. I was not in the mood for drinking either. I walked around just to check out the scene. Most of them dressed casually. Then I saw two Asian girls wearing thongs exposing their booty cheeks. I headed to the bathroom, but there was a line of boys waiting to take a piss. I went back to our seats. After half an hour of being there, I realized we didn’t belong there. I felt like we were chaperones at a school dance.

The night was still young and we were not in the mood for food. We headed straight to MGM. The casino floor was crowded. We were thirsty. I ordered a beer for myself and water for her. We walked around the casino, but didn’t feel like losing our hard-earned money. We left MGM around 1:30 am and came back home around 2:00 am.

It was not terribly exciting, but we got out of the house for a bit. We tried to rejuvenate our youth, but let’s just face it: we’re fucking old.

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