Waterfalls and Windmills

It is late on Sunday night and by my clock another week ends It was a day in which I was alone for most of the day as my wife went into NYC to see an off-Broadway show with two of her friends. Why do women feel it necessary to leave a list of things to be done while they are off enjoying themselves? Why do I feel it necessary to cancel out this act by ignoring the list? I guess we broke even. Three weeks ago I had a minor operation, a bilateral hernia operation. The week afterwards I got to take my 3 year old grandson to a local Museum that is designed for children. It has a pirate ship theme and a lot for the kids to interact with and to learn. I had a great time and so did he. I took him afterwards for lunch at a Windmill restaurant: a fast food place. Cheese fries; a hot dog cut into bite size pieces and a lemonade was his menu choice. Then he announced that he had to go to the bathroom, not so much to me as to the room in general. When he finished I decided that there is no sense in passing up the chance while there so I did the same thing. From this thin walled room he exclaimed “Pop Pop, you sound like a waterfall”; making sure that all in the dining room were privy to the remark. I got even with him at the table by eating half his cheese fries.

Events that I have related are not things of great drama. Most people have done very similar things and have felt the joy of being with children and seeing life through their eyes. For me it is all the more intense for two reasons. Due to the self centered person I once was, I missed a generation. I was not there in reality for the maturing of my own children. I am just in the past few years learning to feel and to love. Even my bad days now are better than the past because I am conscious of them. I accept them and live them and experience what ever happens. I guess that this is part of living life on life terms. I am closing now and will continue with the saga next time.

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