It is well known at home that I am a connoisseur of Clouds.
Tuesday, September 09, 2014
You know my friend Jim?
He appreciates a shop, and that is why he deserves a shop.
Because that is the first step to working on something.
Organizing your stuff, preferably in a shop.
That is why you have the shop.
Or want one.
If you can create order out of chaos in small,
built out rooms that facilitate the creation of
an idea or vision, then you owe it to the world
to give yourself the space to get shit done.
Jim's been through a lot.
He needs to massage his brain.
So I said " Go for it"
The little one watches the big one.
All the time his eyes are tracking.
That's how he did that corn.
Like a Pro.
It is quite something to behold.
When Burger was born, I didn't know
how to be a Dad yet, and it was all
Now I feel a bit more like I staked
my claim and have been hanging out
for a while and so I am not as anxious
meaning I can play the role of the observer
more than I could when Burger was a baby.
Speaking of Burger...
-The other day I told him he had to turn the hose off.
He said "I guess you're the God of the hose."
-I found him sitting on the porch looking at the clouds.
He had let himself onto the deck and was sitting and it was early.
He said "Wow, Dad. It's so early the clouds aren't even big yet."
With him starting 1st grade he has discovered his new confidence.
It's as if he took mental stock and began playing to his strengths
that he identified all on his own.
On his own.
There is an alertness in his eyes that is clear and calm.
It is contagious and it fills me with hope.
Hope for the Little One.
Thursday, September 04, 2014
I just filled the tub with water that is too hot.
It's the kind of thing that one does once in a while
accidentally because they are lost in their thoughts
and smiling at the soap jug.
At times like this all one can do is wait it out and reflect on the day.
It's important to reflect.
It's a good way to learn.
Moving on, and not trying to be a braggart but...
I'm pretty good at putting people to sleep.
A combination of humming, shushing, tapping and nibbling helps.
At times it works to hold the person and rock them, gently.
Think Postal Service.
Not Skid Row.
Walking in place works also.
Depending on their size, you should try holding them.
Keeping your eyes fixed on the middle distance
while the person wails and pummels against your chest.
Whisper sweet words of encouragement, and get down to their level.
I understand you're upset.
It's nothing personal.
Then at the last second, give them the monkey and get the hell out of there.
For others it might seem to be different, but it boils down to the same thing.
I love you.
You are the best thing to ever happen to me.
You're doing a great job just being alive and in my life.
I can't wait for tomorrow.
It's like Burger always says:
Everything is awesome.
Wednesday, August 27, 2014
I love this Lego Sculpture my Son made.
I love this thing.
I love it.
It is simple and weird, it's got good colors and
it balances even though it looks like it shouldn't.
I saw it and I remembered him working on it, but at the time I didn't look
closely enough to see how nice it was.
Maybe it's for the best I didn't see it then.
I would have freaked him out.
With how much I love it.