Significant Other Ideas

I don’t usually do a traditional blog post, but tonight I was struck by a conversation I had at the grocery store with the cashier.  We were discussing that even though it was New Year’s Eve, neither of us were really celebrating it.  He had a two year old at home, and of course I have four girls all under the age of ten, so that is the obvious excuse, but on the ride home I thought about it some more.  I mused on why I did not find New Year’s Eve exciting anymore.  I joked with the cashier about my lack of sleeping habits, so staying up past midnight is life, not a something to be celebrated.  That still didn’t seem to be the answer, but it was related to that.

I didn’t find significance anymore in the change of the year.  If you don’t find something significant it just floats on by without much fanfare.  On the converse, when others discuss it, it begins to annoy you.  Why make such a big deal out of something so insignificant?  It began to make sense to me.  I see the change of day, every day, the change of month to the next, why is the changing of a year so much different?  Why attach the significance of making life changes because of the change of a calendar year?

I realize that everyone places a different level of significance to all sorts of things.  That is part of the diversity that is wonderful and frustrating.  It should be celebrated and accepted, even when you don’t see why.  It is the very essence of what makes you who you are.  I think now that marriage is finding someone you love who places a lot of the same significance on things you do, and you can accept, or ignore, where the differences are.

So what does that leave this post?  I hope it is a gift of simple words of almost wisdom from a man who is more of a wiseass.  In this next year, contemplate what is truly significant to you and then celebrate it.  Do it.  Create with it.  Make that an important part of your life.  Live it.  If you do so, then when the crap happens, and you know it will happen, then you will know its proper place in your life.  This is just a piece of advice from someone who found writing this significant enough to do so.  Happy New Year!


Finding Christmas

Thomas put the rest of Pops’ clothes into the closet, returning the hamper to the foot of the bed.  The small room was cozy and filled with knickknacks from Pops’ life as well as pictures of all eight of the grandchildren.  Thomas put away a couple of magazines before sitting next to the bed.

Pops gave a chuckle.  “You never amaze me.  I would yell at the top of my lungs to try to get you to put anything away when you were a kid,” Pops said.  “Now you can’t stop yourself.”  Pops pointed at a picture of Thomas posing with a woman holding onto two young boys who didn’t have a lick of hair out of place.  “Dorothy must have put the fear of God into you.”

Thomas leaned back in the chair and when he spoke he took on a conspiratorial tone.  “She actually put the fear of Dorothy into me.”

That gave Pops a chuckle.  “Well I hated when you would just keep leaving all that crap out, even when I threatened to throw all of it away.  It was hard enough after your mother was gone.”

Thomas reached out and gave Pops’ arm a gentle squeeze.  “You did good Pops.  It just took a while to sink in.”

Pops smiled and nodded his head.  “I know.  You’re a good man, Thomas.  I must have did something good.  But I want to know one thing.  Was it because of your mom leaving us?”

“Was what about Leslie leaving us?” asked Thomas as he crossed his arms.

“That’s your mother we’re talking about,” Pops said.  The silence stretched out a bit.  “Look, was you leaving all your crap out about your mom leaving?”

Thomas stood up and walked over to then picture of his family to give it a closer look.  “You really waited all these years to ask me that?  What difference does it make now?” Thomas asked to the picture.

Pops shrugged his shoulders.  “An old man’s prerogative?”  Pops broke into his best Jack Nicolson.  “Tell me the truth.”

Thomas turned back to Pops.  “That was Tom Cruise’s line, not Jack’s.  His was…” Thomas switched to his best Jack Nicolson, which wasn’t that good.  “You can’t handle the truth.”

“Whatever,” Pops said.  “Well?  What’s the truth?  I can handle it.  At least now.”

Thomas stood there silently.  Finally he said, “Yeah.  I was mad I didn’t understand why Leslie…”

“Mom.” Pops said softly but forcibly.

“Why Mom,” Thomas corrected, “left me behind.  I blamed you for so much of the pain I felt.  You were there, and she wasn’t.  It wasn’t fair, but nothing was then.”

Pops let out the breath he hadn’t known he was holding.  “That’s fair.  Nothing much more a nine year old would understand.”

“But I did all that stuff up to when I moved out to go to college.  It wasn’t till I was explaining it to her,” Thomas pointed back to the picture, “that I realized how much of an idiot I was.”  There were tears in Thomas’ eyes.  “I still am an idiot.  I’ve never said I’m sorry.”

“I always did like that girl.” Pops said.  He pointed to the closet and the magazines.  “And you have said I’m sorry many times over the years.”

Thomas wiped at his eyes.  “I love you, Pops.”

Pops nodded in response and smiled.  “Well turnabout is fair play.  Your turn.  Anything you want to ask?” Pops said.

“Really, anything?” Thomas asked.  Pops just gestured him on.  “Okay, this is going to sound stupid, but where did you hide the Christmas presents each year?”  Pops began to laugh.  “No really.  I tore that house apart.  I looked in the closets, the attic, the basement, Grandma’s, Jake’s place down the street.  I never found a single one.  I’ve always wanted to know,” Thomas said.

Pops was now in full belly laughter.  He finally came out of it long enough to wheeze out, “Are you sure you tore the house apart?”

“Come on.  It’s not that funny,” Thomas complained.

“You really want to know?” Pops said as he calmed down a bit more.  Thomas was about to complain again, but Pops cut him off.  “I put them where your toys should have been.”

“You mean?” Thomas asked.

“Yep, if you had put one blessed thing away you would have found everything.  I never hid a single thing.  I just tried to put things back to normal the best I could.” Pops said as he began laughing again.

This time Thomas joined him.

The Tides of War, a 200 word fable

The waves ran onto the shore, advancing the front line, and establishing a beachhead under the watchful eye of the old man who was beaming in his full glory.  Inch by inch, soaking the ground with their being, they advanced.  Alas, after reaching a high point, the water retreated mere hours later, fleeing from the unseen enemy, morale broken.  Wave after wave of reinforcements ran into the remnants that had been holding their ground, but those remnants were now fleeing back into the depths.  This caused the reinforcements to crash helplessly short of the position the waves had previously attained, giving up precious territory that had been taken at considerable cost.  The remainder of those that had taken the beach rested, their souls released to the sky to be born again in the heavens above.  The retreat continued until the old man once again rallied his troops, hurling them towards the shore anew.  Wave after wave poured their being into retaking what had been lost, the battle not finished.  Over and over the battle was waged, but till this day no victor has been anointed, and the many tears shed for the fallen is why the ocean is so salty.

Ten Revamped Movie Quotes

Ten revamped movie quotes for today’s world:

  1. E.T. Snapchat home
  2. Luke, I am your mamma’s baby’s daddy.
  3. You textin’ to me?
  4. Show me the Bitcoin!
  5. Robinson, you’re trying to Netflix and chill. Aren’t you?”
  6. Houston, we have no budget.
  7. Too big to fail, for lack of a better word, is good.
  8. I feel the need—the need for faster data!
  9. I just passed my background check and got off the no fly list, so say ‘hello’ to my little friend!
  10. If you build the porn site, he will come.

See if you can place the movies they came from.  The link to where I found the quotes is here:…100_Movie_Quotes

Depression (a 100 word diatribe)

Emptying everything out of the depths of my soul, finding the places where sorrow pools, and I try to pump that out too.  The calming feel of numbness would make me “happy”, but yet it seems the more I pour that bitter water out, the more they fill up.  Is there an end to those salty depths?  I know the simple answer, but I am past simple answers.  Simple is Saccharin.  It is artificially sweet, leaving my emotional palate overloaded and underwhelmed.    The complex is too much for my mental state right now, so I am left in purgatory. Selah