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Who do you love?
Can you imagine someone whittled this!?
Well it started raining.
That is way cool here in the desert. So my boy and I pulled out to stools some food and started whittlin.
We sat under the eves and ate some fun food and took out dull knives.
Hold on there some of you youngsters probably do not know what whittlin is. Oh my!! Whittlin is a carving with a knife. Oh deary it is a good time. Sometimes you just do it with a fishing pole and cast out where you cannot catch fish, but you say you are fishin. Sometimes you get all serious and make a flute or a fancy doll called a Kachina. But more often you just cut pieces off of wood and watch the weather.
Yesterday after a ton of family left: I asked my boy what he wanted to do. We agreed on nothing.
Maybe you missed that point. It is not that we could not agree to anything, it is that we agreed to do nothing. How fun is that? Wow did we have fun doing nothing.
Yes yes yes I got a fancy BS degree and a masters and a doctorate. And children with laude de da cum laudee's. It don't mean nothin when the rain is tapping on my porch tin roof and my boy is learning whittlin.
Ya see you start out giving the boy a butter knife and an apple. He learns a bit about whittlin but he learns more about slowing down and chattin with his old man. On some stools out back and tossing some bread to the birds.
I do not know -- I just like the picture
So back to the love part
So my boy had all this great big list of folks that loved him. Golly I almost fell asleep 'for he was done.
But then I asked; who do you love. And he ate some of his apple. (bad boy ;-) And slowed down a bit thinking.
He said Mommy. And then fell silent and whittled around his bite mark. I scratched my head real obvious like and said, "just mommy"? And he did like me and pursed his lips and spat on the ground. Yep. Just mommy.
I just shook my head and thought --- All these folks love him and he gets that but all he loves is mommy?
Of course we sat there for awhile letting the rain touch our toes and giggling.
But I could not take it any more. This little Buddha boy had to explain his wisdom. I stood up and put my hands on my hips and demanded why he just loved mommy.
The little bugger head just sat there and smiled a wyley smile, as if to say sit down and shut up dad.
And then he said it so quiet I could not hear. Oh bugger boy knew what he was doing. I got real close and took a bite of my apple and glared at him. And demanded WHAT?
He just looked at me with those big brown eyes that smile and said real clear like:::: because she needs me to love her.
Well don't you worry the boy is taking a nap.
I do not think I broke anything hugging him so hard. But I am still crying. I busted off a piece of our fig tree and am carving him a whistle. And I just put a lame bird in a box that I hope we can help,,, because she needs our love.
What up with that boy? He gives love where it is needed and when it is needed. Me I am just an old dog. I give love so I get fed.
Do you figure that when I grow up I could be as smart as my son? Love the one you are with and sit down and take time to whittle like my grandpa taught me.
This song is so happy sad. Harry put me on his knee once and we all sang this song.
My boy will wake up from the nap soon.
I do tell you true I do not want to wake up from this life. Heaven? Are you kidding me? Dissy here be my heaven. You be my angel. My children be my Lord. My love be my wings and the world be my Disneyland and Oz.
The greatest thing about being crazy is that you ain't got no ropes holding to this fine earth. You can just take off.
I sat in a makeshift cell once in the Congo. Back in 75 I think. I was captured and life did not look good. For about a week. But here I am loving you and my boy today. Look at me, I am ugly but so happy so!!!