The Boy and Me - Tough Times?
Being Tough Is Easy
Relief From Scared Is Cool
I have missed a few articles of late. But we all have to chip in around here taking on extra gigs. Our income has been heavy impacted by the Partial Shutdown. So we are buckling up our trousers and bucking down to pick up paying deals. I get so tired of formatting and writing legal crap I can’t even think of formatting “The Boy Teacher and The Father Student” Our editor is rather brutal about Conversation formatting. But I assure you that we are having them as they are free and the only cost is to pay attention. Notes taken and after I relearn a bunch of this stuff I will have time to share.
A cool thing about my boy and I is that what we do for kicks are free. There is no need to cut back on free expenses. I feel guilty about the extra work time and that is our only cost. Oh but let me tell you about the cost on my organs. The boy tugs on my heartstrings to a point of ecstasy and pain
Saturday we went for a hike expecting our canyon to be so washed out that our homeless friends would all be gone. We met Marlene and her girl Marlene a dog like a Shitzu and Cockapoo mix. She had her camera going. There was an encampment high on the other side. Her photos were to show the other homeless who had to run that their friends were safe. She took our picture and we took hers. If I could I would donate some of my teeth for her. But a big grin and a rub on the boys head and scratching the dog and we went our own direction.
After we had thrown enough stones into the creek the boy turned to the cliff and said “I can do that”. Up he went. I encouraged for a bit but then had to turn away. That was not my climb it was his. I turned around and he was twenty feet high. Breathe deep dad. Now the journey down.
“Ok boy stick your ass out like you learned” “hands and feet buddy” “no time to be hugging” On cue it happens. I do the nuts thing for a sixty plus dude and climb up next to him and just under him. A fifteen foot fall here into the rocks below will kill you surely as a hundred foot drop. “ I see a purchase there and a hand hold shoulder to your right” “your choice son” “the worst is hesitation and doubt” “Dad tell me the inches to my foot stable” “No sweat just two more”. “Ok dad now back off I got this”. “A hand hold to your right elbow height” “ I got it” “butt out and hands and feet boy”
I Reckon We All Need Friends - Maybe The Best Are Our Children
Just a Little Help From Nature
Life With A Book
And I dang well kill my self on the way down. I damn near have a heart attack on his way down. But all to the good we can tell the story and look for a higher cliff next time. Of course that only takes about 20 minutes. This one fairly clear hand over hand so we race to thirty feet up but the up is easy. “Ready, 1.2.3. go. The race is tough but I win. Important for the Alpha in the pack but Going down is often the hardest part.
Football catch in the rain. For a mom such a big deal, for us a welcome experience. We don’t do pitch and catch we do patterns and routes. We both ditch the shoes and go barefoot. The saw horses and planks are our defensive and offensive lines. The boy loves to dive and slide for balls. What a mess. 15 minutes later and I am as drenched as a dog having a bath. “I’m done boy lets go in.” “Let me play just ten minutes longer in the rain”. “Fair enough scout”.
Maybe just 55 years of playing out in the weather taught me that ahead of time you leave towels by the back door. I strip down and towel off. Wet clothes and shoes on the porch. First I go all naked in the rain for a pure shower and dry off again. Then I run to the tub and get the water hot. Pajamas never felt so good.
Into the house he runs until I look at him like he is the devil – “OOPs” and back he goes to take them off and towel off. “In the tub boy”. Nothing more cute that an eight year old running around all hyper and naked to jump in the tub. The dang giggles are infectious. Then it must be the routine. 15 minutes on the electronics and 15 on the hard book. He has to read so many pages for school. He figured it out finally, he gets 3rd grade readers and blows through 200 pages in a day. All good for grades. But he has the typical Asian mom and good enough is not good enough. So he works on a novel 15 minutes a day. “Rudford Cahill” is currently our main player. He has to do a capsulation each night for me. I do not trust Cahill one bit.
We Don't Do Rules
I Ain't Got A Clue, Why Me?
New day and the soccer and hacky sack and juggling is the rage. Yikes. I have a workout routine. What joke.
We just went outside to find the North Star, reflections of the moon and Orion. Of course that led to putting golf balls. Do not worry it is a three day weekend we will catch up on sleep. We, as is our proof, pinched each other to make sure all this is real and not a dream. Goofy as a 3 dollar bill is how we do it.
Last night was a joint effort in cooking “Hot Pot”. That is a Mongolian beef type dip your beef into boiling broth pull it out and savor. With a baked potato and some slaw with tomato is perfecto. Let the boy slice what he can. He can wield a kitchen knife like his jackknife – let’s carve!
We don’t do so well around here with a furlough and lost income. WE DO GREAT. I wonder what the price is for playing it the rain or snuggling up together with a good picture book. Gabe told me we would have fun living in tent if we had a light to read with. Little does he know that he will be doing that in the Grand Canyon come May.
The boy and I tried “good” and “ragged” on each other about negative proclivities. We did a deal of “you’re so fat”…. We were laughing so hard we fell on the rug holding our bellies.
Now just a few hours from now we will be “swing scything” I cotton not electric or gas powered land clearing. That thing is sharper than an angry mom’s tongue. But he has the rhythm and respect to yield it. Believe me we don’t tell mom. I turn on music and get into beat to the swing.
Now we lost about a third of our income cuz’ of our “partial shutdown”. Perhaps it has brought us more in love. Anyhow that is how we does it.