tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058711831772256734.post3645863984992657129..comments2024-03-22T08:39:17.629-07:00Comments on Spin Easy Time!: Fathersfred chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10812811681270634366noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058711831772256734.post-1032285904207745882009-06-18T05:56:44.263-07:002009-06-18T05:56:44.263-07:00Affirmative on Grandpa? I was pretty sure he live...Affirmative on Grandpa? I was pretty sure he lived in an Internet-Free Zone. <br /><br />Thanks for the kind words, big guy.fred chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10812811681270634366noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058711831772256734.post-60175322516869243552009-06-17T21:27:46.963-07:002009-06-17T21:27:46.963-07:00We don't have a basement
It is painfully obvi...We don't have a basement<br /><br />It is painfully obvious to me how antisocial Opa was. I know I'm the same way with Mom, too. For years I hated and misunderstood her constant chatter. Once I thought hard about it I realized that this is the chatter of the mind when faced with a stoic personality. It frustrated me when I didn't understand it. I still don't fully but at least I can see it now.<br /><br />As for you, I'd say you are the great mystery of my life. My hero really, but hero of what? If anything I can use you as a benchmark of what I 'should' achieve in life. But you're not gone, just in a phase shift of sorts, after which who knows what will occur. I have infinite faith in the unknown being radically unpredictably fantastic! Anxiety is my good friend but I am often reminded by fortune that anxiety is often unfounded. <br /><br />Yes, I get perturbed when people ask me about my childhood. I don't remember 'family' business as it is supposed to be. I don't regret who I am though. Not one bit. I'm far from average by default at this point and it's great to see the reaction on peoples faces when I open my mouth. Which is rare, but hey... I'm only genetically disposed[pre] to keeping my mouth shut. <br /><br />I aske Mom recently if Granpa read your expletive, expletive, blog. The answer is redundant aye.<br /><br />Love always,<br /><br />Oliver MichaelAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058711831772256734.post-29299077364039583942009-06-14T17:45:19.190-07:002009-06-14T17:45:19.190-07:00Thanks for that, Ed. I think that our generation,...Thanks for that, Ed. I think that our generation, being "post-ironic," may have more of a willingness to examine these things. I've talked with my sons about it, and about the parenting of my parents' parents, and one more back, to try to get some context. <br /><br />One good thing in CP, I knew guys, I wouldn't trade for their parents in a million years!<br /><br />It's the human condition, though. These are the days of our lives! <br /><br />Happy Fathers Day.fred chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10812811681270634366noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058711831772256734.post-44433565567593551782009-06-14T09:15:07.935-07:002009-06-14T09:15:07.935-07:00Props for opening yourself up to us 7 readers, Fr...Props for opening yourself up to us 7 readers, Fred. Most men die without ever acknowledging the tough realizations you've had, though it took you (and most of us I guess) 60 years to see the "big picture." In that long pattern don't overlook the fact that your Dad (and Mom) were products of their parent's bad parenting, too--remember, shit rolls downhill--and their own personal demons. Kids are reslient creatures, though. And they are born hard-wired with certain temperments that you couldn't change even if you wanted to. Your sons are old enough to take responsibility for their own lives now; they can't blame you forever. And if they spend too much time thinking about yesterday, they'll miss a lot of the specialness of today.<br /><br />Happy Father's Day.<br /><br />-EdAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com