Saturday, July 7, 2012

Just Thinkin'

I doubt you've noticed but I have been away

Have you missed me?  I have been on a family vacation

It's not that I haven't wanted to post lately, it's just that it's difficult to

Well, let's just move on, right.  We were in the car yesterday coming home from a trip to Tennessee and I glanced back at Nick who was staring out the window.  "Watcha doing, Nick-Nick?"  I asked him.

"Oh, just thinkin'."

Sometimes I think people today don't think enough, not as in "what were you thinking texting and driving" or "did no one consider the fact that this package is unopenable, what were they thinking?"  No, I mean people don't think, they don't consider, they don't ponder, wonder, imagine.  I still do, and apparently, so does N, God love him.

One day I found these on the floor:

They are very small, maybe about a couple of inches each, in fact they were small enough that I had trouble getting them off the floor, and, honestly, I didn't notice they were little faces, I thought they were trash, you know scraps.

Well, they are not scraps.  They are finger puppets and Nick has a long narrative explaining them, something to do with a king (upper left) a queen (to his right), a "Princess who is sick" (bottom left), and "a court jesker, you know the clowny guy who makes the king's people laugh" (lower right).

There was a long story about her illness and all the funny stuff the jesker did to make her well, but I won't bore you with the details.  The point is, he is thinking.

So am I.

I've been thinking about how I was hit hard by the  recent death of Andy Griffith.  I loved him.  I loved Mayberry.  I loved the way he loved Opie.  I loved the respect he had for Aunt Bee.  I loved the way he handled his challenging friendship with Barney.  In a way he was sort of my parenting role model and will continue to be.

I've been thinking about how to continue on this blog, how to proceed.  I am not really sure what's next here.

From Marci's '...things you don't expect to hear from the backseat..."

N:  "Daddy, can we play baseball?"
Daddy:  "Well, I guess so but it's awfully hot out there."
Z:  "We can just pretend it's not hot."

I suppose it is worth a try...

1 comment:

  1. I think we all slow down in the summer with the writing...

    And I think... A LOT. It's a blessing and a curse all at the same time.