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Thursday, October 11, 2012

Lesson From a Bobblehead


Sometimes folks get too carried away with life about them to remember to live and enjoy their own lives.
I’m not trying to be cryptic or enigmatic; I’m simply pointing out that which goes on around us beyond our own lives is simply a transitory process while our own life is the reality in which we live.
Now that I’ve confused both you and myself, let me see if I can explain.
Never before have I been so concerned about our country. As a kid, listening and watching adults gathered in front of the newspaper reading World War II headlines posted to the window, I never sensed the worry or concern among them that resonates from so many today.
Oh, yeah, back they, everyone worried over their loved ones overseas, but as far as the United States was concerned, they knew it would win the war. There was no doubt. It was just a matter of time.
Today, the demeanor of the general populace has grown more passive, and the future looks more of a tossup than ever.
That is what bothers me. Sometimes, I think ‘what if we end up like some European countries? What if government exerts even more control than it has the last few years? What if George Orwell’s 1984 comes to fruition?
I could come up with a hundred ‘what ifs”, and probably all for nothing.
Concern can sometimes skew our priorities.
My grandson Keegan made me realize that one day when I was taking him home. He looked up and said, “What’s wrong, Pa?” When I asked why he thought so, he replied. “You look mad.”
At the time, I had been listening to more of the nonsense so prevalent with this administration in Washington. I laughed and turned off the radio. “Nothing. So, how was school?”
My little six-week-old grandson, little bobblehead Noah, reinforced my recognition of spending too much time worrying about things over which I had very little control.
Now I enjoy the grandkids. I don’t mind putting important things like mowing the yard and cleaning the cats’ litter box on hold so I can baby-sit.
Anyway last week, I took care of Noah while his mom, our daughter, Susan, and my wife went out for a little shopping and lunch before Susan goes back to work after her maternity leave.
Noah was on his tummy on his blanket on the carpet when the two of them left. He’s starting to hold his head up in a fashion. The little feller could be a model for the bobblehead dolls. But he sure tries.
Just before Susan and Gayle left, Susan mentioned Noah had been trying to roll over. Well, they couldn’t have been gone five minutes when I witnessed one of those ‘baby firsts’. The squirt rolled from his tummy to his back. And yes, I was excited and thrilled to see that move. Naturally, I called Susan, after which I probably took a dozen pictures of him.
I guess I should feel kinda bad, but I wore the little guy out putting him on his tummy and watching him roll over. After a while, he got tired of such play and decided he was hungry.
After giving him his bottle, we played a few more minutes. The little guy is better natured than any of our others at that age though Keegan will run him a close second. He’ll laugh, and he’s starting to coo.
Knock on wood, but he eats, sleeps, does his business, and goes right back to sleep.
There have been times Susan brought him in asleep and he doesn’t awaken before she gets back. I’ve been tempted to wake him so we could play, but, I restrained myself.
After Noah left that day, I picked up Keegan, the eight-year-old. He had an early dismissal, and his mom, Amy, had to stay at Woodcrest where she’s doing her student teaching to sit in on conferences with parents.
Keegan and I played football in the front yard.
Well, he played; I hobbled, but it was fun.
He’d take off; I’d throw a pass; he’d catch it, turn and run back for a touchdown. He’s still a small feller, but he’s fast.
Over the last few years, I’ve been amazed at how much improved he is in physical activities, but then my wife reminds me, he’s growing up, developing those muscles, learning skills.
       Just like all kids. Mikey, Noah’s older brother, is the same way, just as is Kenli, Keegan’s two-year–old sister. They’re all growing, developing, changing.
        I’m a lucky guy.
Regardless of what the result come Election Day, I have family; I have loved ones; and they are my real treasure.
        And isn’t that most important?

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3 comments:

Daveys'DogHouse said...

At times I doubt if I would read the PA News if it was not for your excellent articles since I count 4 to 1 for the liberal side. Keep up the good work At 85 years old I would love to answer some of the ultra liberal spins but the News does not like my thinking since I use my life as experience and not what I read and hear today. Thanks for some great articles

Daveys'DogHouse said...

I wonder how many voters in Jefferson County checked where the first Recovery Act money went? I checked and found some great pay offs or what else could one call it.
Places like the Almost Home LLC at 2815 Nall in Port Neches got $200,000, R.T. Enterprizes, 2338 15th St, Port Neches, $25,000, Hampton Inn and Suites,7660 Memorial, PA, or was it for Christopher G. Brown but it was for a couple million. This was for "small busines concerns for sale of debentures of the Private Sector" or some double talk. The Expresso Bay, 6290 Highway 347, Beaumont got just a small amount of $990,000, All Terrace leasing $25,000, Synergy Home Care, $150,000 even Kleen Wheel Car Wash got $300,000 while Fidelis Commercial Real Estates at the same address got $5,000. And there were many more.
The best one was $1,473,809 "to comply with Individuals with disabilities, Carl Parker Career and Teachers Act." I asked Mr. Parker by phone if he knew of this and he replied no. I tried to get the PA News to check this out but they did not reply. It was on the Recovery.gov web site and easy to find. I tried to get some of this loot to start a business but no one knew what I was talking about. No, who, why and where is the money????

Daveys'DogHouse said...

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