“Kids, you tried your best and you failed miserably. The lesson is, never try.”
A cold front arrived today, a summer cold front. I felt it as soon as I walked on the deck. The day is dry and warm, no longer so hot that even sitting still makes you sweat. According to the paper, it will be 59° tonight. That boggles my mind. I’m thinking reading on the deck with a fire in the chiminea might be a wonderful way to spend the evening. Did I mention a drink in my hand?
Eat your vegetables. Wash your hands. Wipe your feet. Take your coat off the chair and hang it in the closet. Put your schoolbag away. Change into play clothes. Brush your teeth. Do your homework. Don’t sit so close to the TV or you’ll go blind. Leave your sisters alone. Don’t slam the door. Go outside and play. Don’t stand looking with the refrigerator door open. No cookies before dinner. Get your feet off the table. Get ready for bed.
My mother said those same things every day. Most time she’d add, “How many times to I have to tell you?” I really wanted to answer her but never did. I would have been sent to my room until my early twenties. It wasn’t because I was a slow learner or had no short term memory. It was because I just didn’t listen. Every kid figures out at an early age how to ignore parents, especially their repetitive commands. We’d move back from the TV then move right back to where we were as soon as my mother left the room. The back door always slammed. Little sisters were to be picked on. It was a universal rule. If I didn’t stand looking into the refrigerator, how would I know what I wanted? What kid ever wants to get ready for bed? Vegetables?
My mother would yell, “Are you listening to me?” I’d nod or say yes despite having no idea what in the heck she’d said. I figured the truth, no, would have been a worse answer. It would have made my mother madder, and I’d have been accused of being a smart aleck, a wise ass when I got older.
That’s when I learned shading the truth is sometimes the response.
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July 30, 2010 at 12:26 pm
If You wonder I´m logged in on my account here on WordPress. For some reason I don´t understand I suddenly had to write down my name, mail adress and blog adress to comment here again. Every time! I got this account when blogger started to act strange and I´ll keep it just in case 🙂
Yes, the truths was something one should deal with carefully. But I never sat close to the tv, I believed that You could get blind sitting to close 🙂 🙂 🙂
It´s raining and blowing hard today. I went to Lidköping and fetched my new camera and got some photos by the lake there. But I can honestly say that I don´t understand my new camera at all 🙂 🙂 I was out when it didn´t rain that much and made some test shootings and they all look much the same despite different settings 🙂 🙂 🙂
Have a great day now!
Christer.
July 30, 2010 at 8:48 pm
Christer,
Wordpress does recognize you because it asks me to approve comments by people it doesn’t recognize. If I haven’t logged into my blog, it also wants my name and e-mail. It’s just wordpress I guess.
Today was absolutely beautiful!
I’m still learning my camera.
July 30, 2010 at 4:47 pm
I have to sign in too Christer, every time I want to comment here on Word Press. Only once did it save my name, email address, and blogger address. I can’t figure out how I did that but it vanished a week ago and I still have to log on to say “HI”. If you know Kat, please tell us.
Yes on sitting close to the TV and all Moms back then were programed. I got the same drill as you wrote down but we were a family where everyone had to contribute to the cooking, house cleaning, and doing laundry. I learned stuff my friends had no clue about when I got to College. And when I dated my wife and found out she knew nothing about cooking, she was impressed that I served up a roast for her one night with all the trimmings. I’ve always been the cook in the family.
July 30, 2010 at 8:50 pm
Z&Me,
It never asks me to approve one of your comments so WordPress does know you so I have no idea why they keep asking.
We never really had any responsibilities when I was a kid. When I got to college, I didn’t know how why the washing machine buzzed. I also couldn’t cook. I learned fast!
July 31, 2010 at 6:14 am
It has always rememberd me here, so I don´t know why it doesn´t any more. Well I have an account here so since I´m lacy I use that 🙂
Christer.