Thursday, November 27, 2014
Happy Thanksgiving
I'm grateful for many things. Um, freedom. Knowledge. A connection to something spiritual. Nice weather. I'm really thankful that despite my shortcomings and insecurities I'm somehow blessed to be a husband and father. I'm thankful for friends. I'm glad to have a home. I'm thankful that turkey and football aren't the most important things to me on this day anymore.
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I don't know how to create my own post. The more I think about this, the more I think the lawn just lies dormant forever - there will be no spring thaw to bring it back to life. It was a beautiful thing, but I just don't see it coming back. I did have one thought though. Hard to believe, right? Why don't we all just get together for reals one day and go to dinner? We could talk. I'm talking real interaction! We could even talk about the pictures of each others' kids that we already saw on each others' other social media platforms. Then we could take pictures of the fun we are having so we could latergram it to our instagrams so we could all make comments on each of our respective feeds! Anyway, that is the post I would most likely post if I could figure out how to post at the moment. *If I decided that the above post (well, my comment acting as post) was a bit too snarky, I would most likely go with the following: On Friday, Payton asked me, "Dad, can I help you rake the leaves in the yard?" Pleasantly surprised, I said, "Sure". After a grand total of four minutes of half-assed raking (more like 3/16 to 1/4-assed raking - consider that she is only eight and her butt is not fully grown yet), she asks, "Dad, how much allowance are you going to give me?" "I have three dollars to my name." She rolled her eyes at me, and said, "Make it rain." - started doing that thing they do in rap videos with their fingertips with real or imagined money. This depressed me greatly. In a stupor, I continued to rake leaves for hours and was reminded of Philip Seymour Hoffman in one of his finest works. Yes! Along Came Polly (duh). He's playing(?) ball with Ben Stiller and laying bricks in typical white man fashion and either yelling, "Make it rain!, or Let it rain! So, I'm really feeling the black dog now - dude was my all time favorite actor. Heroin! It just sucks man. I rented a Most Wanted Man that night and fell asleep half way through it. Is it appropriate to give you guys my Christmas list here in my comment acting as a post? Thanks for reading this TJ.
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