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Published On: Jan 04, 2005 11:03 PM
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Published On: Jan 04, 2005 11:03 PM
Fog Ahead
The glass may finally be
half-full
Can you remember when you finally learned how to
swing without someone pushing you? I can. My mother had taken me out on a
camping trip, and was busy packing our tent and sleeping bags in the car while I
goofed around at the playground near the parking lot. I sat on the swing and
just started pumping my legs back and forth. I felt like I had just discovered
that humans, as a being, were able to self-propel themselves without any
assistance. At the time, I did not know it was even possible to swing without
assistance. That was something I'd always wanted to ask my mom; if she had
remembered my discovery. It was one of those things that I thought about from
time to time, but I never did ask her before she passed away. There were a lot
of questions like that I had waited to ask her
about.
My mom used to push me into things. Scuba diving, sailing, religion, boy scouts, summer camp, and even music. She insisted that I play a musical instrument, such as the trumpet, so that I could be in the marching band. She insisted that I play basketball in school as well. Most of these things went terribly wrong. I began to think that all I could do was date girls that my mother did not approve of. I did try things on my own though, I went to Canada and got a tattoo. She wasn't thrilled about that.
Do I think mom would be proud of me now? Who the fuck cares? She's dead. Off I go to conquer the world. I've said goodbye to my old job, and start the new job on Monday. Yeah for me!
Conquered today was a Christmas tree. Julie, George, my father-in-law, and myself went out to a tree farm and cut down our own tree. They had a machine there that shook out the dead pine needles, but I told George they were shaking out the squirrels. Which was kinda funny, until one fell out of the tree and bit him in the face. Ha! Kidding of course, but it could have happened like that.
Dad and son with the kill
Peter Gabriel's "Shaking the Tree for Squirrels" or "3 1/2 ft George"
Hauling off the Yuletide victim
My mom used to push me into things. Scuba diving, sailing, religion, boy scouts, summer camp, and even music. She insisted that I play a musical instrument, such as the trumpet, so that I could be in the marching band. She insisted that I play basketball in school as well. Most of these things went terribly wrong. I began to think that all I could do was date girls that my mother did not approve of. I did try things on my own though, I went to Canada and got a tattoo. She wasn't thrilled about that.
Do I think mom would be proud of me now? Who the fuck cares? She's dead. Off I go to conquer the world. I've said goodbye to my old job, and start the new job on Monday. Yeah for me!
Conquered today was a Christmas tree. Julie, George, my father-in-law, and myself went out to a tree farm and cut down our own tree. They had a machine there that shook out the dead pine needles, but I told George they were shaking out the squirrels. Which was kinda funny, until one fell out of the tree and bit him in the face. Ha! Kidding of course, but it could have happened like that.
Dad and son with the kill
Peter Gabriel's "Shaking the Tree for Squirrels" or "3 1/2 ft George"
Hauling off the Yuletide victim
Posted: Sat - December 11, 2004 at 01:47 AM