The Boy Teacher and The Father Student #? Sometimes Not Good or Happy
Just a Rose
There appears to be something wrong around these worldly places. Something about not being happy. Yikes, how can that be wrong? It is strange that we need to be happy. I simply do not need to be happy. Now please think I am “unhappy” as a state of matter. It just is not appropriate to be all happy all the time.
We were hanging out in the garden yesterday. Nothing wrong. We were just hanging out. A bee flew by and a moth made an appearance. Neither made us happy. We talked about the word nonplussed. (modern – nonchalance) One should not be so weird as to talk about nonplussed. Thank goodness a wonderful lady bug came by.
B: Dad how come you do not see well for small stuff?
F: Well shucks small fry I see well enough to see you.
B: Very funny dad. A defraction?
F: No but cool you get that notion. I cannot even believe it.
B: You say it to mom when you argue.
F: Can you ever give me a break? The word is deflection. It kind of means not answering a question. Kind of like when someone asks something direct and the other says “look at that thing”. Or more complicated is to ask a question back.
B: You people are strange.
F: Who are “you people”?
B: Mom and you say it.
F: But we mean it about national origin. Just for fun for the difference in our cultures but it gets deeper as I am a mountain man and mom is a city girl.
B: I mean it, “old people”.
F: Maybe in a year I will stop laughing at that. And your dimple is showing so I know you are holding back giggling.
B: Dad you have to stop doing that face reading thing it makes people uncomfortable.
F: You mean what people? Hihihi I got you.
B: All people. And you know what I mean. And dad I am getting your word games and you are derflacting!
Nope as age is coming on I am understanding that simply because we grow does not make us wise. I engage older folks, I just love chatting with them. You know like Dick before he died and Ms. Webber and that mean guy Steve. But in hours of talk they are not wiser just because they go older. The wiser ones are not that, they are not wiser and just have more questions. Hmm, does that make them wiser?
Sorry I Was Singing This Song And My Son Caught me. Yikes!!
I Have My Head In the Sand So You Cannot See Me
Your son and mine named Gabe is growing. It seems he was about 6 years old when we started this series. I should apologize for not reporting more of the “down” time. The wonderful life needs some bad space. Maybe that is the wisdom of age. I just do not know why. I really get ugly with ugly. Makes absolutely no sense.
F: Son do you ever hurt inside?
B: Dad you know I do. And you know we talk about it. Why do you ask questions you know the answer?
F: Let me think on that. You are right.
B: Dad why does it hurt? Not the inside. Just the outside. Like when a soccer ball hits you in the face?
F: Way freaky son. They got this deal of Fight or Flight. It is weird. Stand your ground (not really you take the other dude’s ground) or you run away. Today we do not like that idea and we try to teach kids that is wrong. Kind of a wrong notion.
B: Oh I get it. Like a bully at school.
B: We run and tell the teacher if someone is being mean.
F: Don’t do this but in my day we just punched him in the face. And then we punched him more and more.
B: Like the movies?
F: Nope, in the movies they do not show that hitting someone hurts you just as much. It will break your knuckles unless you do it just right. Look at this finger. I was a brawler in the day.
B: Wow! I looked at your hands before and they are all strange. I thought that was because you people old have messed up stuff.
F: Nope. Your mom’s will never look like this. She works hard, but never with her hands.
B: You just deflected. You are so messed up.
F: Inside or outside?
B: Both. But that does not make sense. You can still pick me up with one hand and you know the answer to my questions.
F: Don’t look at me boy. Look inside for those answers. I do not have a clue. I fell down in ’89 and never got back up.
B: You are doing that again. You know the answer.
F: OK. Thinking something and “knowing” something are different. I try real hard with you not to “know” things. I try just to let you know what I think. Take my word for it that is harder than hell.
Just an Old Favorite
Just a Favorite of Mine
Whoa, Help Me
A fine evaluation leads us to happy? I heard tell that fine reflectivity leads us to certainty. Fine and dandy I suppose. A fine perplexity leads me to complexity. That is minor as my garden leads me back livability. So questions are next on our itinerary.
F: Son are we the same as a turtle.
B: No but yes and you know what I mean.
F: God don’t tell me why. He just tells me.
I was planting my feet. The worst thing I do figure. My son with a bucket watered my feet down. Not a fine move for a son. Bad on my boots. But just fine for pulling the weeds. And far better for our laughter. Such a bad son. “Now boy off with your shoes and give me a hand with my boots”. Let us make this mud puddle a new garden.
Did I tell you about dancing down Peru?
B: You broke plates I think. Oops that was Greece.
F: I don’t remember just right. When you get old you just can’t put places and dates together.
B: Dad, mom thinks you are crazy. But you were crazy when she married you and more crazy with me. I do not get it.
F: Dads make mom’s crazy. That is natural son. Dads like me, do not act right. We can blame it on the gal but that is being a chicken ---- We do not cotton not taking responsibility, it does not fix a dang thing.
B: I do not understand why you let mom yell at you.
F: Now here is the deal son. You will get it. “If I am wrong I can fix it. If they are wrong I cannot”. Pull on the bridle son not on the rider.
B: Dad that is too above my head.
F: No boy it is in you and not in your head. Let go of that head. Let us bat.
B: Dad you do not make sense but I am learning that you do not. So fun and funny.
F: Check out this new dance move, you have to swing your head to the imaginary beat and then take some arm work and a little bang bang with your hips. Do not keep up// make up. Do you think I can float?
B: You too fat daddy but I can hahahaha.
Not much thinking going on around here. We kind eschew such ideas. We just hang out and give mom headaches. I am thinking that the boy needs some ice cream to chill his brain but first to our new driving golf course. We hit those balls hard as we can. My thought is that it lets our anger and aggression get lost.
Perhaps my crazy teaches my boy crazy. At least he will know it when he sees it. You have to squint to see the face of the moon.
This kid is in a mode of growing. He did the cooking last night. I fully ignored and let him be on his own. You know that is not true, I was sneaking a peak every 1.5 seconds. Life is grand! OK and mostly happy.