Tag Archives: Precaution

Hydration, Hydration, Hydration

by Richard

We’re coming in on the last part of August, which means fall is around the corner, dudes. But it’s a long, long corner and we’ve got lots of ground to cover before we get there.

Which means it’s still summer out there and you still need to be careful.

Although the killer days of more than 100 degree F temperatures seem to have calmed down a bit, at least here around Charlotte, it’s still at or near it’s summer peak, and that means you’re going to be taking your life in your hands when you go outside.

Well, all right. Probably it’s not that drastic, but you do need to take some precautions you don’t have to do in the fall or spring. Or the winter for that matter.

There’s two things you need to do before you go out in the summer. You need to put on some sunblock and you need to make sure you drink enough water.

You’re going to be in the sun and, if you don’t put sunblock on you and on your little dudes, you’re risking a big problem later on down the line. You do not want to have to keep going to the dermatologist to get skin cancers taken off. Or worse. And you certainly want to do everything you can to make sure your little dudette keeps the soft, silky skin she was born with for as long as possible.

Wear sunscreen. You know the drill by now. I’m just here to remind you that it’s a good idea.

Secondly, make sure you drink enough water. No, I’m not going to push the 8 glasses of water a day theory, because I’m pretty sure that’s been, if not debunked, then at least slightly discredited.

However, remember that it’s summer and you will sweat when you go outside. If you’re outside for a while, you’re going to sweat for a while. And when that water rushes out your pores to evaporate in the hot summer air to cool down your skin, you’re going to need to replace it. If you don’t replace the fluids you lose while sweating, you’re heading for some severe medical problems in the immediate future.

Two simple things that can prevent so much harm to you and to your family.



Get to it.

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. . . And Shove It!

by Richard

So Zippy the Monkey Boy is now Zippy the Delivery Boy. He finally listened to his mom and me and went out and got a job. He’s a delivery boy for a local Chinese restaurant.

Actually, for all that we worry about him driving around out there on the city streets at night, in a hurry to get where he needs to go, this is a pretty good fit to his skill sets. He’s gregarious, likes to talk to new people, and is willing to smile a lot. One of his major shortcomings is an unwillingness to tolerate stupidity (in others) silently.

I figured that would be a major problem for him in that he’d certainly have customers who would have forgotten they’d ordered food, didn’t have the money or way to pay, that sort of thing. And he wouldn’t deal well with it. Turns out, it’s been a good thing for him as he’s learned ways to deal. It was either that or not get a tip and he loves the tips.

No, the major problem with this job actually comes from a difference in our definitions of reasonable safety. Zippy the Delivery Boy, being a 17-year-old, is convinced of his own immortality and his own invulnerability. Even then, though, he wants to take what he considers to be reasonable precautions. He wants to carry around a really big knife (read machete) in the car under his seat to protect himself and to make sure he can out-threaten anyone who tries to rob him.

A concern for safety is a good thing, especially for a young dude on delivery runs. However, I’d rather he be unarmed and more than willing to hand over the money. See, my concern is that he’ll  be confronted and will then pull the knife to which the robber will respond by pulling a gun. Escalation isn’t just to get upstairs, you know. The way I see it, no amount of money is worth Zippy the Delivery Boy’s life. I’d rather he just give it all up and live to drive another day.

He doesn’t see it that way. He’s convinced he can’t be hurt and the merest sight of his dangerous and vicious self wielding a large knife will be enough to set any reprobate back on the straight and narrow.

For now, he’s willing to give my idea a try. And I’m willing to just sneakily search the car before each shift instead of doing it right in front of him. I like to think of it as trust, but verify.

Now if only he’ll listen to me about speeding.

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There’s Something Wrong With That Boy

by Richard

Silly me. Here I was thinking that Hyper Lad, at all of 11 years old, had finally reached the age where he would begin to realize that a sub-freezing temperature on the thermometer means it’s actually cold outside and he should dress in some fashion that at least acknowledged that fact.

Again, silly me.

Hyper Lad is the young dude who, in years past, I had to actually fight with to make him wear long pants during the winter. If he had his way, he’d be strutting around in sandals and shorts all year long. No, I don’t understand it either.

He’s at least gotten a little better about things lately, but it’s still enough to drive me nuts. The other day he was out with Zippy the Monkey Boy and the mercury was in the blue. Of course, Hyper Lad decided that jackets were things that happened to other people. What he hadn’t counted on was the deficient parking skill of a certain boy of the simian persuasion. Zippy the Monkey Boy hates trying to get into tight spaces, by which I mean he doesn’t like to have other cars parked within a 100-meter radius of where he’s going to go. Knowing his skills in parking, it’s a pretty sensible precaution.

That meant, however, that Hyper Lad had to do a long walk in the cold, sans jacket, to get where they were going. By the time they had their little walk, he was shivering and Zippy the Monkey Boy was laughing. (Finding the funny in another’s pain is the very definition of a brother, yeah?)

Lesson learned? Well, no, not quite. This morning, I asked Hyper Lad to get his jacket (a flimsy hoodie, but better than nothing) on and head to the bus stop. The temperature was below freezing, as it had been for the last couple of days.

Hyper Lad, though, couldn’t find his jacket. He slapped his head and said, “Oh, yeah. That’s right. I left my jacket at school yesterday.” Which meant he waited outside for the bus, rode the bus with windows open and then played outside before homework, all in the sub-freezing temperatures and all without a jacket.

There’s something very, very wrong with that boy. I’m thinking it might be time to sell him to an itinerant clan of Eskimos somewhere on the arctic tundra. Just for the heck of it.

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