THE FUTURE IS UNWRITTEN
Jul. 13th, 2018
02:27 pm - Sparklers
Over the 4th of July holiday, I was outside, lighting a couple of sparklers for my nine year old son, all the while admonishing him to be careful and not burn himself or set the yard on fire. It struck me that when I was seven, living with my grandmother and this is absolutely true, I used to buy illegal fireworks, M-80s - the explosives that are like miniature sticks of dynamite, not the Salvadorian street gang that Trump is apoplectic about - from an older man who sold them out of his house year round. Years later, I told my grandmother about him. She replied with a frown, shaking her head disapprovingly, "Him? Those Garner boys were always wild. He spent time in the penitentiary for making moonshine." Darn, if I had only known to ask when I was seven, he probably would have sold me that too, after all, he didn't have any qualms about selling me explosives that could have potentially blown my hand off.
Getting back to the sparklers though, I can't believe it but I all but told my kid to drop and roll if he caught himself on fire with the sparklers. When did I go from being Mr. Bad Example to being a soccer mom?
Jul. 7th, 2017
02:31 pm - Obsession
I collect vinyl records. Call it my addiction. I have no idea how many I have. I've never counted them. I can count the number and length of shelves and bookcases that I have them on and if I were to stack the albums I would have a stack that would be sixty nine feet or just over twenty one meters tall. I am not kidding and that doesn't even include 45s, 78s, reel to reel tapes, 8 tracks, cassettes and cds that I have.
Jul. 3rd, 2017
03:05 pm - Happy Anniversary
Happy Anniversary to me. Nine years ago today, Patty and I were wed. We first met quite by chance at a friend's apartment late evening, Saturday, October 9, 1999. Oddly, I wrote "Met Patty" on my calendar at the time as if I had some weird fore knowledge that this was a significant event in my life. Looking back on it years later I realize that this was a true sea change moment.
This journal exist because of her. She set it up under Sea Changer and then told me to write and for the last thirteen and a half years it has been an open letter to her. Happy Anniversary, my beloved Patty. You have been the true Sea Changer in my life.
Jul. 1st, 2017
11:52 am - Happy Canada Day
Happy Canada Day. Meanwhile in the U.S., happy National Postal Worker's Day and National Postage Day.
Jun. 28th, 2017
06:21 pm - National Sunglasses Day
Yesterday, I was informed by a sunglasses wearing newscaster on my tv that it was National Sunglasses Day. My instant response by talking back to the television was an incredulous, "What! National Sunglasses Day! Nonsense!"
So I Googled it and there it was, June 27, National Sunglasses Day.
"What the hell," I thought to myself. "How absurd. I guess there is a National Hat Day too."
So I googled that too and sure enough there it was National Hat Day, January 15. Somehow I had totally missed that holiday.
Incidentally, today is National Insurance Awareness Day, as well as Paul Bunyan Day, National Tapioca Day and International Body Piercing Day.
My birthday, August 18 is by the way, National Mail Order Catalog Day, Pinot Noir Day (Yes!), Men's Grooming Day and National Bad Poetry Day.
Jun. 26th, 2017
05:03 pm - Infinity Plus Nine
As I was driving my eight year old home after school, seemingly out of the blue he stated, "There are numbers after infinity."
"I don't think so," I replied.
"Yes, there are."
"Numbers pass infinity would be in the realm of religion or metaphysics," I said.
"There are and I can count pass infinity," he insisted.
"Okay. Let's hear it."
"Infinity one, infinity two, infinity three, infinity four, infinity five, infinity six, infinity seven, infinity eight, infinity nine. That's it. Infinity nine. There is nothing beyond infinity nine."
Apr. 26th, 2017
Dec. 11th, 2016
01:03 am - Carl
Halloweens remind me of Carl who was married to my grandmother's sister, which would make him my great uncle, though, I don't remember anyone ever refering to him other than by his first name, never Uncle Carl or certainly not Great Uncle Carl, just Carl. The mental picture I have of Carl from my childhood is of a good looking guy who looked a lot like the 40's and 50's actor Victor Mature, with an ever present cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth and a beer bottle close at hand. In this mind's eye picture he has his shirt unbuttoned and his white tee shirt showing. However, this could be because I almost always saw Carl when I was a child while visiting Florida on summer vacations.
When I was about six on one of those summer trips to Florida, Carl gave to me some Japanese currency, a fifty yen note. When I asked him what the browish stain on it was he replied, "Dried blood from the dead Jap I took it off of during the war."
Seeing me recoil from it, he laughed and told me it was just rust from his money clip. After all these years, I still have that money in a drawer somewhere and I still don't know which version is true.
The one time that I can remember seeing him not during summer vacations he came to visit my family in Georgia right before Halloween. He had bought me a costume. I was horrified. It was Mighty Mouse the cartoon character who fought dastardly cats. The costume was yellow with red trunks and a short red cape with a Mighty Mouse mask. I was ten years old and mortified least any of my friends or school mates saw me in a kiddie costume. I cried to my mother that I wanted to be a monster. In no uncertain terms, my mother informed me that not wearing the mouse costume wasn't an option. After all, Carl had bought it for me and it would be impolite not to wear it. So it was settled. I would go as Mighty Mouse and that was that, period. Except it wasn't because there was no way I was going as Mighty Mouse. I would rather not go trick or treating than suffer the indignity of going as that cartoon mouse.
My mother told me to go and get in the car. She drove me, probably inwardly fuming, to a store where I picked out and bought a monster mask. It was a green vaguely reptilian monster, sort of a generic Creature from the Black Lagoon type. Back at the house, my mother ordered me into the Mighty Mouse costume and mask but once out on the sidewalk in front of the house and out of Carl's sight, off came the Mighty mouse mask to be replaced by the creature mask. There was no getting out of wearing the actual Mighty Mouse costume though, so that Halloween I was the evil monsterous mutated space alien version of Mighty Mouse, thank you very much, Carl.
Dec. 8th, 2016
06:37 pm - King Trump
My eight year old asked me if Donald Trump is our king now. No, I explained to him, he hasn't had his coronation yet.
02:30 pm - Trick or Treat
I love Halloween. It brings out my inner child - I mean when else can you dress up as a ghoul and extort candy from your neighbors after dark with your parents acquiescence. This Halloween I took my son who is eight and Maddie, a friend of his who is a year older Trick or Treating around our neighborhood while my wife Patty stayed behind to hand out candy. My son actually ran from door to door in a state of candy fueled ecstacy while Maddie clumpped along behind him complaining that her feet hurt and asking if we could go home soon. I had to surpress laughing at the pure contrast between the two of them.
"Oh, Maddie, let's hit a few more houses. Those over there have their porch lights on." I said, smiling. And off my son sprinted.
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