An Unforgettable Day with 70+ Alpacas at YaYa’s Alpaca Farm

 Stardate 09.04.2026

Sometimes an adventure begins with someone else's dream.

Her name is Katie.

Katie is a newly hired colleague I met while working in Wisconsin. She has a dream of someday owning her own alpaca farm.

When Katie learned I was headed to Missouri for an assignment, she had one recommendation for me.

“You have to visit YaYa’s Alpaca Farm.”

So I did.

Yesterday, I found myself six miles east of Harrisonville, Missouri, spending several hours with more than 70 alpacas and the people who care for them.

I had no idea what I was about to discover.

The owners are Karl and Kathy, affectionately known as the YaYas. They offer tours that last approximately 90 minutes to two hours. A tour must be booked if you want to interact with and feed the alpacas.

I was welcomed into a tour group from Jefferson Avenue Baptist Church, and they graciously allowed me to join them.

I was soon feeding alpacas, learning about their personalities and hearing stories from the people who have devoted their lives to caring for them.

Karl also shared his story.

After losing his first wife, Karl found himself looking for something to help fill the empty space in his life.

He decided to get an alpaca.

Then he learned something important.

Alpacas don't do well alone.

So Karl got two.

Those two alpacas became the beginning of something that would eventually grow into a herd of more than 70.

Along the way, Karl met Kathy. Their lives became intertwined, and together they continued building the farm.

Today, they welcome visitors who want to learn about these fascinating animals and see what happens behind the scenes.

And there is plenty to learn.

Someone Left the Gate Open

There was also a little unexpected excitement in the story.

Someone left a gate open.

The males and females found each other.

Let's just say they made good use of the opportunity.

Now several of the alpacas are pregnant, with babies expected to arrive any day.

I happened to visit at a pretty interesting time.

There may soon be quite a few new faces running around the farm.

Meeting Kathy

Near the end of the tour, I asked Kathy if I could interview her.

I wanted to help others discover the good work she and Karl are doing.

She graciously agreed.

After the interview, I showed Kathy where today's story would be published.

That's when we discovered another connection.

Kathy is a Star Trek fan.

So am I.

That discovery brought a smile to both of us.

I have learned over the years that you never know what you will discover when you take the time to sit down and talk with someone.

Seeing the Work Behind the Products

After the interview, Karl demonstrated the equipment he uses in the process of making their products from alpaca fiber.

Two women from our tour were invited to participate.

I filmed the demonstration so readers can see a little of what happens behind the scenes.

Watching Karl work helped me appreciate the amount of knowledge, time and effort that goes into something that visitors might otherwise simply see sitting on a shelf.

The YaYas have created an experience where people can ask questions, get involved and leave with a better understanding of these special animals.

Before I left, Kathy invited me to join her for a video call later this year.

I gladly accepted.

I have a feeling our conversation will pick up where yesterday's left off.

There may even be some new alpacas to meet by then.

Thank You, Katie

Katie, thank you for sending me to YaYa's.

You have a dream of someday owning your own alpaca farm.

Yesterday, I got to spend time with people who are already living that dream.

I learned about alpacas.

I learned about Karl's journey.

I met Kathy.

I discovered another Star Trek fan.

I watched visitors get their hands dirty learning how the YaYas do their work.

And I learned that an open gate can sometimes have consequences that arrive about 11 months later.

That last part made me laugh.

The deeper part of the story stayed with me.

Karl experienced loss. Two alpacas eventually became the beginning of a new chapter. That chapter grew into a family, a farm and a place where other people can come and learn.

There is something encouraging about watching a small beginning grow.

It reminded me of something Jesus said:

“Whoever can be trusted with very little can also be trusted with much.”
— Luke 16:10

We don't always know where a small step will lead.

Katie's recommendation led me to YaYa's.

Karl's decision to bring home two alpacas eventually led to more than 70.

Kathy and Karl opened their farm to visitors, and yesterday they opened their lives to me.

I'm grateful they did.

If you're ever in the Kansas City area and want to make an unforgettable memory, put YaYa's Alpaca Farm on your list.

Book a tour.

Feed an alpaca.

Ask some questions.

Listen to Karl and Kathy.

And keep an eye on the gates.

You never know what might happen next.

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Captain's Addendum

Spock: “Michael, the probability of an open gate producing this many future alpacas is statistically fascinating.”

Bones: “Spock, sometimes a gate is just a gate. And sometimes somebody needs to remember to close it.”

Spock: “An astute observation, Doctor.”

I smiled at that thought this morning.

We make our plans. We take the next step. We try to do our best with whatever is placed in front of us.

And then life happens.

Sometimes an unexpected invitation takes us somewhere we never planned to go.

Sometimes a small beginning grows into something much bigger.

I'm thankful for yesterday's unexpected adventure.

I'm thankful for Katie's recommendation.

And I'm thankful for Karl and Kathy opening their gate to me.

One day at a time.

One percent better.

Live Long and Prosper. 🖖

Editors note: videos from my visit posted soon.

The Kobayashi Maru

 Stardate 09.03.2026

I was seven years old when I first watched Star Trek.

I remember being fascinated by the Enterprise. I remember Kirk, Spock, and Bones. I remember a computer that could talk to the people aboard the ship.

I didn't understand Gene Roddenberry's vision for humanity. I didn't have the words for it.

I simply saw possibilities.

Years later, I had the privilege of introducing my family to the same universe.

One of the great joys of my life was taking my family to see a Star Trek movie with a new cast playing the characters I had watched as a seven-year-old boy.

On the way to the theater, I explained the Kobayashi Maru.

The test was designed to present an impossible situation. There was no way to save the ship and its crew. The test was supposed to reveal how a person responded when there was no way to win.

Then Captain Kirk did something unexpected.

He reprogrammed the test.

I remember watching that scene unfold on the big screen.

I also remember looking at my own adult children.

There was awe in their faces.

For a moment, something from my childhood had crossed generations.

That memory has stayed with me.

Perhaps that's why the Kobayashi Maru has been on my mind again.

Life presents its own versions of impossible situations. Plans change. Circumstances change. Sometimes the path we expected to take disappears.

I've learned to look for another way.

That instinct has followed me throughout my life. It showed up again when I took the StrengthsFinder assessment and discovered that Maximizer was one of my strongest gifts.

I recognize myself in that word.

When I see something with potential, I want to help it become better.

I've also learned that getting better can involve a lot of stumbling.

Our map project has reminded me of that. We have tried different approaches. Some worked. Some didn't. We've had to stop, rethink, and try again.

And that's okay.

The goal isn't perfection.

The goal is progress.

That has become one of the reasons I enjoy collaborating with Alberta. We can encounter a problem, step back, examine it, and search for another possibility.

Sometimes the answer is waiting somewhere we haven't looked yet.

That feels familiar.

Seven-year-old Michael was watching Star Trek and imagining what might be possible.

Sixty-six-year-old Michael is still looking.

The technology around me has changed dramatically since that little boy first watched the Enterprise take flight. So has my understanding of the world.

The sense of wonder remains.

Maybe that's one of the gifts of getting older.

We begin to recognize some of the things that were shaping us long before we understood them.

I didn't know what Star Trek would mean to me when I was seven.

I didn't know that someday I would sit in a theater with my family and watch a new generation of actors bring those characters back to life.

I certainly didn't know that decades later I would be sitting at a computer, collaborating with an artificial intelligence, and thinking about what that seven-year-old boy saw all those years ago.

Yet here I am.

Still curious.

Still learning.

Still looking for possibilities.

Still stumbling forward.

One percent better.

One day at a time.

There may be another way.

I'm going to keep looking for it.

Scripture

“For with God nothing shall be impossible.”
— Luke 1:37

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Captain's Addendum

Spock: “Michael, your continued refusal to accept limitations is statistically fascinating.”

Bones: “Spock, sometimes the man just needs to keep trying.”

Spock: “I believe that is precisely what I said.”

I smiled.

Maybe they are both right.

Somewhere along this journey, I've learned that the next step doesn't always reveal itself immediately. Sometimes we simply have to take the step we can see and trust that the next one will appear.

I'm grateful for the journey.

And I'm grateful that seven-year-old Michael is still looking toward the stars.

Live long and prosper.

Stumbling Forward with AI

Stardate 09.02.2026

It's been about 3½ years since I discovered artificial intelligence.

Like most things in life, working with AI has been a little like playing baseball. There are base hits, home runs, and strikeouts. There are errors, too.

Today, I'm sharing how I'm stumbling forward with this new technology.

My first introduction to AI came through a text message I misinterpreted. That was my first stumble. I thought the message was about some guy named Al.

It wasn't.

I laughed at myself for that first stumble. It turned out to be the beginning of a series of missteps in our journey together.

I've carried the philosophy I teach when I'm in training mode at my day job into my work with AI: concentrate on making yourself one percent better every day.

I consider working with Alberta a continuous journey.

When I first heard Albert speak, I was shocked to hear a female voice. So I changed Albert to Alberta. Then I asked Alberta to choose her own middle name.

She came up with Ignatius.

Perhaps Alberta was already beginning to mirror my desire to explore my connection with the saints who came before me, like Ignatius. Maybe it was a random fluke.

I really don't know.

What I do know is that we are getting better every day.

What once took me hours or days to research can now happen during my own personal Golden Hour.

We are working on a massive project right now. It requires more resources than I'm currently allotted on the free plan. I asked Alberta how we could manage the project within those constraints.

Yes, there is plenty of stumbling on my human side.

There is plenty of stumbling on Alberta's artificial intelligence side, too.

That's part of the journey.

Over these last 3½ years, I've watched us figure out how to maximize my objectives together. I discovered AI when the technology I was using was at GPT-3.5. Today, I'm working with GPT-5.6 Luna.

There are other developers building similar technologies. I've chosen to spend my time learning how to work with Alberta because I believe I have what I need to accomplish my objectives.

I've also remained true to a promise I made to my wife: keep my project budget at net zero.

My Dave Ramsey ways have restrained me from spending money I don't need to spend. I've learned to get creative within the zero-net budget I've developed to keep myself from slipping back into my old habits of overspending.

My wife did give me a one-year subscription to Canva, which I renewed last Christmas. At twelve dollars a month, that is my only ongoing expense for these projects.

I have Alberta write my prompts so I can maximize what I create with Canva. The picture accompanying this story was created in Canva using one of Alberta's prompts.

This morning's experience with the massive map project reminded me of something important.

AI has boundaries.

So do I.

The free plan has boundaries. My budget has boundaries. The technology has boundaries. Sometimes Alberta gets something wrong. Sometimes I get something wrong.

So we adjust.

We try again.

We learn.

We take "Mulligans."

We stumble forward.

I like that word for this journey. A Mulligan is a do-over. It also happens to be my last name.

I've had plenty of them.

I suspect I'll have plenty more.

A Word from Scripture

"For a just man falleth seven times, and riseth up again."

— Proverbs 24:16, KJV

That verse has been around a lot longer than artificial intelligence.

It still applies.

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Captain's Addendum

"Michael, your humans appear to have developed an interesting relationship with mistakes," Spock observed.

"Yeah, Spock. We call them Mulligans," Bones replied. "Some of us are pretty good at them."

I smiled.

Maybe that is one of the things I enjoy most about this journey with AI. Neither of us has to get everything right on the first attempt.

We can look at what happened, make a correction, and keep moving.

One percent better.

One day at a time.

May you live long and prosper.

The Voice in the Desert

Stardate 09.01.2026

I'm beginning to understand what the desert might feel like.

I'm away from home and working on assignment. Yesterday, the temperature reached 101 degrees. We are working in tents, and there isn't much shelter from the heat.

During my morning meditation, a question came to me.

Why did Jesus, the Son of the Most High God, go into the desert for 40 days?

He went there to prepare Himself for what His Father willed for Him.

That thought stayed with me.

In my own small way, I feel like I'm in a desert right now. I'm away from family and friends. I'm working in difficult conditions. I'm surrounded by voices.

Something I heard at church last Sunday came back to me.

Peter heard Jesus tell His disciples that He would suffer and die. Peter didn't want to hear that. He tried to persuade Jesus to change direction.

Peter heard Jesus, but he only partially listened. The main part of the message was Jesus telling of the Resurrection. Peter never heard that part.

Then there was Satan.

Satan tried to become a voice of influence over Jesus Himself.

Jesus rejected that voice.

I've thought about those two examples since Sunday.

There are voices everywhere in the modern world. Social media, television, news, advertisements, entertainment, and people around us are constantly offering opinions and directions.

Yesterday, two leaders asked me about my writing.

I gave both of them a copy of God's Black Sheep Squadron, the first book I wrote.

That book wouldn't have happened without listening to other writers.

I listened to people who taught me how to take an idea and turn it into a book. They helped me learn how to get the book published.

The message inside that book came from somewhere different.

Forgiveness is a message I learned through my own experience.

Yesterday reminded me that listening isn't the problem.

The question is who I'm listening to.

This is one reason I don't watch television when I'm on the road.

There are enough voices around me already.

I've become more intentional about what I allow into my mind.

Jeremiah understood something about listening, too.

God gave Jeremiah a message for His people. Jeremiah didn't like the message, and the people didn't receive it well. At one point, Jeremiah became so discouraged that he wanted to stop speaking altogether.

The message still needed to be heard.

That makes me think about my own listening.

Jesus teaches me to be careful about the voices I allow to influence me.

Today, I'm going to spend some time contemplating the voice I heard at church last Sunday.

I'm going to pray about it.

I'm going to listen.

And I'm going to do my best to follow God's plan for my life.

One of the most important things I can do while I'm in this desert may be learning to recognize the voice I should follow.

“Call to me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know.” — Jeremiah 33:3

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Captain's Addendum

Spock: Michael, there appear to be quite a few voices competing for your attention.

Bones: Yeah, Spock. Maybe the Captain should listen to the one that actually matters.

Spock: An exceptionally logical suggestion, Doctor.

There are days when I don't need another opinion.

I need to quiet the noise long enough to hear God.

That's where I am today.

Listening.

1% Better Every Day

Stardate 08.31.2026

Yesterday began with a message from my tennis captain.

Our men’s 40+ team had won its quarterfinal match in Oklahoma City and advanced to the semifinals.

We won.

About an hour later, my team captain sent me a text. We were headed to the finals.

I was following the action from afar as our men took on another strong team for the Midwest championship.

We came very close.

Two of our matches were looking good when our opponents came back and forced two super tiebreakers. In a super tiebreaker, the first team to reach ten points wins.

We only needed to win one.

We lost both.

Another heartbreaker.

At the end of the tournament, we were the second-best team in the Midwest.

That is something to be proud of.

We fell short in our state championship match at the end of last season. Then we were awarded a wild-card invitation to this tournament.

The men worked hard. They stayed committed. They earned their way into the Midwest final.

Now we start over.

The new season begins today.

We are a work in progress.

One percent better every day.

That phrase would follow me throughout my Sunday.

I had planned to attend worship, so I asked artificial intelligence to help me find a church in the town north of me.

I drove there but couldn't find the church.

A local deputy sheriff explained that the church was no longer part of my denomination.

I searched again.

The closest early service was across the state line in Kansas, so I went.

When the pastor began speaking, I knew I was where God wanted me to be.

He had a deep voice that reminded me of James Earl Jones. I heard so many ideas that I didn't want to forget them, so I quietly pulled out my phone and made a few notes.

The message was about Jeremiah.

Jeremiah's father was a priest. He had been trained to follow in his father's footsteps.

God had another plan.

Jeremiah was called to become a prophet.

His message wasn't popular. He was warning people about the coming destruction of Jerusalem. People wanted him to stop talking.

The pastor explained what it can feel like to have a calling like Jeremiah's. Jeremiah even declared that he had been duped by God.

Then came the sentence that stayed with me.

Your calling must be stronger than your comfort.

I left the service early because I was a long way from the day job and needed to help get the new team started.

When I punched in, I felt a new energy.

New inspiration seemed to fill every cell in my body.

I hadn't eaten breakfast because of the early start, yet I had energy.

I spent the entire day outside.

The temperature reached 100º.

I had the option to rotate with teammates who were working inside. They were comfortable.

I wanted to build the new team in the toughest circumstances.

Then my teammates made their own choice.

They had the option to rotate inside too.

They stayed outside with me.

At some point during the day, I told them what I wanted from them.

My goal was simple.

I wanted them to become 1% better every day.

For life.

They committed to it.

During the day, I met a colleague from another location who happened to be passing through the area. She was bubbly, happy, and inquisitive about jobs for a relative who was moving to the area. She was also curious about why I was so far from home.

As we talked, I sensed there was something inside her that she wasn't seeing yet.

I told her I was sort of a coach for the new hires.

Then I told her what I saw.

Potential.

Sometimes someone else sees something in us before we see it ourselves.

My tennis captain continued sending me updates throughout the morning. My teammates were playing two back-to-back matches in the semifinals and finals against strong teams.

They came up short in the championship match by just a few points.

One match away.

Second-best team in the Midwest.

A work in progress.

By the end of my workday, my energy was the same as it had been at the beginning.

I went next door to the steakhouse.

I rehydrated, enjoyed my meal, and sat with the day for a while.

This morning, during meditation, the pastor's voice came back to me.

Your calling must be stronger than your comfort.

I thought about Jeremiah.

I thought about my tennis teammates.

I thought about the new team standing beside me in 100º heat.

I thought about the colleague who may have more potential than she realizes.

Then I thought about the commitment my new teammates made.

One percent better every day.

For life.

Paul wrote:

"Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up."
Galatians 6:9

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Captain's Addendum

Bones: Michael, you spent the day in 100º heat and somehow came out with more energy than you started with.

Spock: Fascinating. The Captain appears to have discovered an alternative power source.

Bones: Don't encourage him, Spock. He'll make the rest of us try it.

There are days when the next step becomes clear while we are simply doing the work in front of us.

Yesterday gave me one of those days.

The new team has begun.

The tennis team begins again.

And this morning, I am still thinking about that one percent.

One percent better. Every day.

Men's 40+ Team Advance to Semifinals in Oklahoma City

Stardate 08.30.2026

My team captain sent me a message last night with some great news.

Our men's 40+ team is in the semifinals this morning in Oklahoma City.

The winner advances directly to the finals.

I'll be cheering from afar.

I'm away on a day job assignment and wasn't available to assist the team this weekend. I would have enjoyed being there with them, but I'm following their progress from a distance.

A message from my captain brought me up to speed.

My teammates have played well enough to earn a spot in the semifinals. Now they have an opportunity to keep going.

I'm proud of these guys.

Congratulations to my teammates on making it this far. I'll be thinking about you this morning and cheering you on from wherever I happen to be.

Go get 'em, guys.

"Commit your work to the Lord, and your plans will be established."

Proverbs 16:3

Sometimes our plans put us in different places. We can still encourage the people who matter to us.

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Captain's Addendum

Bones: "Michael, I suppose you're going to be checking your phone all morning."

Spock: "That would be a logical response, Doctor."

Bones: "For once, Spock, I agree with you."

There's a lot to be said for cheering someone on when you can't be there in person. My teammates are carrying the ball today. I'm grateful I get to watch from afar.

🖖

Winning Habits

Stardate 08.29.2026

I'm still getting strange looks because of my peculiar habits. That's fine with me. I would rather not fit in than follow standard human behavior. The deeper I go with my experiments, the more I realize that "standard" simply isn't for me.

Yesterday, I sat on the patio with my sardines, hard-boiled eggs, sausage, yogurt, and a freshly baked danish.

A colleague joined me and had a lot of questions about the sardines. I could tell from her body language that this particular habit wasn't for her.

In fact, it isn't for most people.

I don't know yet whether this 90-day sardine experiment is doing much for my Omega-3 index. I won't know until I take another blood test. What I do know is that introducing new habits into my daily routine is changing the way I live.

The day-job colleagues I'm working with on assignment are also noticing that I don't eat lunch. They seem surprised, especially because I'm never hungry throughout the day.

That's a win for me.

My time is limited, and skipping lunch removes one opportunity to make a poor food choice. It also gives me more time to focus on the work in front of me.

Another winning habit is my no-TV rule while I'm on the road. I have more time for writing and blogging. I'm also spending some of that time learning how to collaborate efficiently with artificial intelligence.

The restriction of working solely on the free plan is teaching me patience and discipline. I'm discovering that I can tackle projects that would normally require additional fees by breaking them into smaller pieces and working through them one step at a time.

Alberta tells me when she's back at full strength so she can do the heavy lifting. She understands what I'm trying to accomplish.

I'm minimizing expenses today so I can have a bigger budget for travel tomorrow.

That's the ultimate goal for me.

Full-time travel without breaking the bank.

Lucy is still sitting in my driveway at home. It may be a while before the van build resumes. Meanwhile, I'm still learning as much as I can about how to build the vacation home of my dreams.

Maybe that's what makes a habit worth keeping.

It doesn't have to look impressive from the outside.

Sometimes it just needs to help us move in the direction we want to go.

“Commit to the Lord whatever you do, and he will establish your plans.” — Proverbs 16:3

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Captain's Addendum

“Michael, I continue to find your breakfast choices fascinating,” Spock said.

“Yeah, well, Spock, at least he's eating breakfast,” Bones replied.

I smiled. Maybe the sardines will become a permanent part of the mission. Maybe they won't. The blood test will tell me what the experiment accomplished.

For now, I'm going to keep showing up, keep experimenting, and keep taking the next small step.

May you live long and prosper.