Day 113
“1 - 2 - 3
L-M-N-O-P – ‘10”!”
Bapa’s “counting
lessons” with the little girls
Just like a “typical”-grandpa!? The kids
and grandkids are super-intelligent!
(Fact!)
Well! They learned “a – b – c’s and how to
count so fast and so young---Amazing!
So? As they came along, and, in order to
applaud their aptitude and obvious intelligence, ole Bapa quickly became
detected as “The family ‘Idiot’”; he couldn’t count or say the a, b, c’s!
These darling little girls quickly came to his
rescue offering the “dummy” counting lessons and trying, in vain, to teach him
the alphabet. Poor old guy! Just---plain old…Dumb! I reckon.
After many years of the “supposed” charade,
the girls refused to give up. As they endeavored in their hopeless quest to
educate ole Bapa (I’m sure they felt really sad and sorry for me), these little
angels exercised infinite patience with this old man’s idiotic games.
Well! Sure enough! They grew and became
sophisticated and erudite---and…I didn’t! Hmm!
They still love me; always have. They are
quite tolerant of my immaturity; they even still manage to laugh at my
sophomoric-humor---on occasion! Annie Rie is so kind-hearted, as are Lauren and
Lexi; all are too polite to insult my strange “sense-of-humor”, but, Anna Marie
will “roll” her eyes at me! (In the most loving manner!)
So?
I trudge onward---and, hopefully…upward!? I am so very proud of each of my
seven jewels! I love them more than life, itself; I am pretty sure that they
know.
Sometimes
it is sad to realize that they became young adults, Z. Tyler quite the “man”,
while I wallowed in a world full of imagination and “real” magic where only a
“kid” can survive.
Maybe
one fine day, when the sun is shining on an ice storm-painting of glistening
“spider web”-type branches honoring the magnificent trees, why, I might just
saddle up and ride yonder-west to check on my old pals, The Lone Ranger and
Tonto; might offer a hand to clean up Tombstone or Dodge or---someplace…if there’s any wild-thing left out
there, save me.
Okay!
Here we go now: 1, 7, 4, 2, 10! Umm! Hmm! Got that!? Now:
a,---Uh!?...l, m, n, o, p!
Yup!
I got ’er!? Hmm! Can’t teach an old dog new tricks? Humpf!
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Never bothered to grow-up”
Memories!
Amen!
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