Pennant-display!
Upon yon golden gonfalon red
banner blaze-white letters stated:
Faith!
Family! Freedom! “Simple-world”!
Ambition-initiated!
Amen!
Plus:
Day 265
I am NOT rock-hunting
with you again!-Z. Tyler
My
Z. Tyler-man is a “good sport”---he has
to be…he loves me! C’est la vie!
Having
received his MBA-degree after an intense 5-years of “hockey”---I mean…study, Z.
Tyler spent some months seeking gainful-employment; this left him with some
“free”-time!?
One
afternoon, I visited “my boy” to inquire if he would entertain going for a ride
with the old man; of course he would! So off we went with “no” particular place
in mind?---Hmm!
Along
the bluffs we talked and joked and laughed as is our “forever” penchant when we
get to spend “quality”-time together unhampered by any “adult”
conclusive-interference. Great!
On
out around Trot Hollow Road, I eased on over to the roadside ditch near the top
of the escarpment just before it plunged at a 4° slope toward the
river-bottoms.
“What’s
up?” Inquired grandson Z. Tyler as I came to a halt.
“See
that ‘little’ rock sticking out of the ground up there?” I spoke as if by way
of reply.
“You
mean, that huge boulder next to the huge tree?” Was he becoming curious?
“Yeah,”
came my answer. I plunged ahead, “Think you can dig it out?”
He
gave me a surreptitiously-quizzical glance---then…rolled his eyes. “Okay!” he
said.
Well,
it did not take that young man very long, 3 to 4 minutes to dislodge that
“small” rock from its foothold on the steep bank some ten feet above the
roadway. Suddenly---phlumpf!...the
monster boulder came loose in an instant and crashed down into the solid-rock
of the drainage ditch beside the roadbed. Then---Crack!...”You broke my
rock!” Sounded a nearly tearful reply.
“It
was already cracked!” came “witty”-boy’s defensive salvo. Reminded me so very
much of his well-worn “I was just watching” absolution-prayer whenever
something got broken when he got out of hand in his ridiculous “rough-housing”
inside the house. Nanny knows that “truth”!
Okay!
So? Maybe, by way of contrite confession, it is “I” who requires adult-supervision.
That
rock outweighed the boy, 3 – 1! So? I asked him to heft the split-carcass into
the rear of my proud chariot; his look was “incredulous”! I said, “It only
weighs half as much now!?”
Unamused
by my “sick” humor, he loaded the rock into my vehicle, both pieces!
They
sure look good where I allowed the
boy to unload and wrestle the gargantuans into precisely-directed position in
one of our flower beds. Man! That Z. Tyler sure does Great-work!
Oh!
I reckon he sure enough still loves me right well!? But, No more “rides’ for him with me!? Hmm! Well! Anyway, Son! Thanks
ever so much for the most enjoyable afternoon jaunt.
I did spy a nice
“little” boulder the other day---uh…Z. Tyler! Oh! Z.-man!
C’mon! Man! You
can trust---me!?
I did not hear some wise-ass say
“Child-abuse”!? Now---did I?
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Lift that ‘rock’, tote that
barge” Memories!
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