Tons of water falling...
announcing the rainy season is in full swing. It's a diluge, windy, unseasonalby cold in short, what many people would describe as dank, deary and a downer. To an old boy brought up on the desert it's a paradise.
It is its own excuse for doing nothing. Or, at the most, piddling, which is what I did. Cleaned my workshop, hynotized by the drumming of the water on the corrugated roof. The time flew by amid memories of thunderstorms long since past. Muddy shoes, shirts sticky to my ribs, a wet dog shaking handing me a double soak. Automobile tires hissing on wet asphalt, flowers bowing to the weight of the water and looking out an open door in a bar at the pounding rain, almost loud enough to muffle the clicking of pool balls.
The shop is really clean. I must have relived fifty years of rainy days. All in all a pretty productive day.
QUOTE OF THE DAY:
Politicians and diapers have one thing in common. They should be changed regularly and for the same reason. -- Gerry Brooks (Toronto Globe & Mail)
MEXICO (as I see it):
The birth of babies seems to validate existing life in Mexico. Adults swarm to every baptism, birthday and quinceañera of children as if their lives depended on attendance. Sons, daughters, grandbabies, nieces and nephews are viewed as the future. Not the future of Mexico, or mankind, but the extension of the parents and inlaws.
It’s as if the birth of babies some how extends the life, or better yet, the personality of the parents, uncles and all the rest. The newborn are the soldiers who will continue the fight that its forbearers lost so many times in the past.
This baby will be our vote, our support, our voice for a millennium yet to come.
Years after all the geezers are dust they believe the children
they sired in fits of passion will carry on their philosophies, their politics, predjudices and their idiotic ideals.
What the adults could not agree on among their peers, face to face with their contempories, they visualize their progeny will champion these same tired viewpoints. And, they believe, the kids will vindicate them and win the senseless arguments the adults spent their lives trying to justify.
What these parents and uncles and grandparents should be doing is thanking whatever gods there are that their offspring forget, or at least disregard, most of what they learned from their family.
It is its own excuse for doing nothing. Or, at the most, piddling, which is what I did. Cleaned my workshop, hynotized by the drumming of the water on the corrugated roof. The time flew by amid memories of thunderstorms long since past. Muddy shoes, shirts sticky to my ribs, a wet dog shaking handing me a double soak. Automobile tires hissing on wet asphalt, flowers bowing to the weight of the water and looking out an open door in a bar at the pounding rain, almost loud enough to muffle the clicking of pool balls.
The shop is really clean. I must have relived fifty years of rainy days. All in all a pretty productive day.
QUOTE OF THE DAY:
Politicians and diapers have one thing in common. They should be changed regularly and for the same reason. -- Gerry Brooks (Toronto Globe & Mail)
MEXICO (as I see it):
The birth of babies seems to validate existing life in Mexico. Adults swarm to every baptism, birthday and quinceañera of children as if their lives depended on attendance. Sons, daughters, grandbabies, nieces and nephews are viewed as the future. Not the future of Mexico, or mankind, but the extension of the parents and inlaws.
It’s as if the birth of babies some how extends the life, or better yet, the personality of the parents, uncles and all the rest. The newborn are the soldiers who will continue the fight that its forbearers lost so many times in the past.
This baby will be our vote, our support, our voice for a millennium yet to come.
Years after all the geezers are dust they believe the children
they sired in fits of passion will carry on their philosophies, their politics, predjudices and their idiotic ideals.
What the adults could not agree on among their peers, face to face with their contempories, they visualize their progeny will champion these same tired viewpoints. And, they believe, the kids will vindicate them and win the senseless arguments the adults spent their lives trying to justify.
What these parents and uncles and grandparents should be doing is thanking whatever gods there are that their offspring forget, or at least disregard, most of what they learned from their family.
posted by bbuckman | 5:30 PM
1 Comments:
Daddy, you're brilliant. I love your observations. I also love your memories of thunderstorms past. The AZ thunderstorm, they're rare and hard to beat.
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